Julian Barnes is crazily good-looking.
Crazy, I know.
Archive for the ‘Harem’ Category
They way journalism should always be*
July 13, 2010Here we have Spain’s captain, Iker Casillas, kissing his reporter girlfriend. You know, when Spain was stunned by Switzerland, a bunch of fans tried to blame HER for the loss, because she was in South Africa, reporting on the World Cup, and apparently her feminine wiles “distracted” Casillas into letting Spain score, right right right. Well, you know how I feel about BS like that. “Never mind what haters say, ignore ‘em till they fade away” – as the immortal genius of T.I. would have us know.
Love is beautiful. I love love. I love love even more when it has football stirred in.
* – OK, I exaggerate. But not by much. Not really.
The mandatory feel-good animated gifs post
May 26, 2010Because I’ve been in trouble as of late – for serious this time – I thought I’d put together this post, both for myself and for anyone who has wandered by this blog in search of some sort of comfort (I have no idea why you’d look for it here, but it’s true that we all do get help from strange places, sometime – like, I’ll never forget this really shitty birthday I was having back home in Charlotte one year, and the random hot guy who randomly bought me cake).
One of these I’ve featured before, but must absolutely include in this collection.
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An enchanting little portrait of my perfect mate
May 26, 2010I read this post by Jill at Feministe, and realized that – holy complacency levels, Batman – I do not have a ready composite of traits I love to whip out at this precise occasion, and haven’t had one for a while.
Is there something wrong with me? Am I not in charge of my life somehow?
I mean, yeah, it’s on the record that my ideal man is Jean-Luc Picard. But he’s off kicking ass across the universe somewhere, and I’m stuck with, well, reality.
So then I sat down and, forcing myself to think extra, extra hard (so hard that the roots on my blond hair started coming in quicker – bmmm tshhh), and came up with this:
Someone who loves what he does and does it well, who smiles at random children on the sidewalk and has the sort of shoulder I can easily rest my head on. Also, it helps if he’s had enough crappy jobs while young to both tell funny stories about later and to figure out who he doesn’t want to be.
Is that enchanting? I can’t even tell.
Spring in Moscow: Eric Northman’ll show you how it’s done
March 25, 2010
“Yes, it’s spring alright,” said the babushka selling flowers by the metro entrance today, casting a sly eye in my direction. Lady, I couldn’t agree more. And if I had any cash left in my pocket, I would have bought all your flowers off of you, and brought them home, stuck them in a vase, and ran my fingers over the petals as I watched the sun go down over the Moscow River. But since I’ve done all of that in my head, it must count for something. Surely.
Aw. You guys. Jeremy Renner liked Amman.
February 6, 2010It’s odd for me to hear Letterman ask if Jordan was “foreboding.” I keep forgetting that many Americans view the Middle East as a generally horrifying place. It’s really unfortunate, particularly in the case of a country like Jordan, because it’s so beautiful. And yes, it was tough as hell on me, I didn’t like living there, I didn’t like the kind of negative attention I got as a foreign woman, and I did run away, far away, but for a male visitor in particular, Jordan is anything but “foreboding,” I think.
In other news, that is one hell of a deserved Academy Award nomination right there.
Intense “28 Weeks”-era Jeremy Renner agrees. Speaking of intense, this guy has never been in a romantic comedy, I don’t think. Let’s hope he never will be in a romantic comedy. (Not that romantic comedies are bad on principle, but come on, the last good one I saw was “My Best Friend’s Wedding.” I didn’t even have a driving license back then.)
Beautiful People, the “beauty won’t save the world, but it will come pretty damn close” edition
January 24, 2010For Dad. Happy Birthday.
The ice outside looks like whale blubber. Nobody is cleaning it up, because that’s something that people in civilized countries do, and it’s not like we can have anyone forgetting where it is they live. It would be vastly unpatriotic, etc. I don’t have any ambitions to prevent myself from falling again, I just hope I’ll avoid breaking any bones this winter. I have written, and rewritten, a play that, much like Paula from “40 Year Old Virgin,” haunts my dreams. I have murdered many shots. I need a break, you guys. And so do you. Read the rest of this entry ?
He’s funny that way
January 21, 2010He makes me sit there, as it’s nearing 5 a.m. in Kiev, and write. He’s not here. He’ll be on a plane to New York soon. But his hand is on my shoulder, and I’m writing.
“I threw your army tags into the water. A thousand years later, archeologists will dig that shit right up, and they’ll wonder about it. A remark will be made in an interview. A young, ambitious sort of writer will get a hold of the interview while checking the news on a night she can’t sleep (people will still have insomnia a thousand years later, how else will they get their best ideas?), and end up writing a novel about the identity of the man whose name is on the tags. It will be all wrong. But epic.”
In honour of the scheduled Blu-ray release of LotR
December 18, 2009(Yeah, I know it’s not the Extended Edition yet, and that they’re milking this for all its worth, but human beings need to take happiness where they can get it)
I present you with epicness:
Pretty boys together, just as they should be. Always.
I’ll never forget the winter I saw FotR seven times. I was a virgin back then, ya’ll. My hair was long and unfashionable. There was a little blue eye on a chain that hung off my rear-view mirror. I liked that winter, because I had complete certainty that my life was great. I have the same certainty this time around as well, regardless of any bullshit, I just can’t trudge to the theater through the snow to see Gandalf light up Dwarrowdelf while the heart in my chest fizzes like an Alka-Seltzer.
You and me, G, and Aragorn, and Legolas, we’re all older. I think we love each other more because of the fact.
Comfort food: WP Inman, Enya
December 8, 2009I only really like Jude Law in “Cold Mountain,” where he’s mostly bleeding from bullet holes:
"Eeeenman!"
Maybe I’m secretly a sadist. “Cold Mountain” wasn’t that terrific of a movie, so I’m not sure why it is that I always come back to it. Pathos? Rednecks? Your guess is as good as mine.
My other comfort food today is Enya. Haters, go ahead and hate. Enya in the background is great for writer’s block, especially if you’re writing something that jars horribly with the dippy New Age stuff. I could never write bad fantasy to the accompaniment of Enya. Graphic descriptions of violence, on the other hand, work out dandy.
As for everything else — as for the weather, as for the events and non-events of this week — there’s one thing to say:
Cheers.
