english cookies R nvr sugarfree (thank god). sugar-hi after a day of shopping @ topshop & whistles. must must study tomorrow! @poweredsugar
January 2010
Wes Anderson on J. D. Salinger: The Front Row : The New Yorker →
newyorker.com
Two of my most favorite things.
tonight was very salinger-esque. i love sitting in hotel bars and “pontificating” existentialism. (that one was for you Rachel)
stepping in dog poo on sunday is what we literary nerds call foreshadowing. thank god the week is going to end at the old bank hotel.
ugh philosophy has done nothing but give me ulcers.
mmm… ritz crackers and moroccan chickpea paté. delish.
geez, jon ive, brandy at 9 in the morning? @gizmodo
am i the only one that’s disappointed that it’s called the “ipad”?
reading ian mcewan’s “amsterdam” and waiting until 6:00 GMT to see keynote and play keynote bingo! #iloveapple #apple
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“whip it” was an amazing movie! going on my list of movies to buy.
FINALLY. A decent amaretto sour!
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i stepped in dog shit today at bath. i think that can only mean good things.
concert was great, but shoes nearly killed me. got a proper cosmo @ randolph. love my friends for hiring a car for the trip home.
night out with kristina, rachel, rebekah and topshop booties to sheldonian for an evening of classics.
oh no. STAY WITH ME TODDY! @mollysue
woke early for an english breakfast @ jericho cafe. picked up books from trinity. found the motherlode of alessi stuff. love it here.
my drink tasted like salmon roe, which was actually kind of good. although, it was supposed to be a cosmo.
was watching “parks and recreation” in between readings. justin theroux is really hot.
viktor and rolf’s surrealist gowns. so incredibly beautiful! http://tinyurl.com/yd9kq4l
i bought those topshop booties. now praying that i won’t look like a fool if i fall whilst wearing them. http://twitpic.com/z6zs4
Curiosity wins. →
formspring.me
I’ve always wondered what people would ask if they were given the opportunity to do it in an anonymous forum. Would they be superficial or sincere? Malicious or kind?
This should be interesting. Ask away!
“He who binds to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy.
He who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.” —William Blake
Doth the winged life destroy.
He who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.” —William Blake
i like how, as i was spotlighting “tweetie” on my mac, the dictionary told me the british definition of “twee.”
if i were to direct a heist film, it would be smart to hire RJD2 to compose the score.
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I’ve been downloading a lot of music lately. “Bloodline” by Matt Morris is the latest addition to Toddy the iPoddy and seems to echo Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah” (the comparison, I know, is building it to be more than it actually is). It’s a mellow song. Does anyone else feel like the music you listen to is like the soundtrack that plays in your biopic? Only I would want Wes Anderson to direct it and it would take place in New York during an ambiguous time period across a background of thoughtfully-picked out, bright, saturated colors and Marc Jacobs collections. Also, how is it possible to be in a state where you’re content, yet anxious about screwing it all up? I’ve become painfully aware of this feeling and, while it’s exhilarating to be feeling something for once after a long period of ambivalence, it’s a little scary. Well, the only way to stifle these concerns is by hauling my ass down to Jericho Café for a cappuccino, Corinne Bailey Rae, and Hotel du Lac. Hopefully I’ll just let my brain do what it’s the best at—- forgetting.
seriously john, another rolling stone confessional? did you not learn from the other interview? @poweredsugar
oh my god. now i can’t stop thinking about the function of language and the boundaries we try to create.
totally digging @corinnebrae’s new album. epitomizes england’s weather today.
cup of tea and a healthy stream of corinne bailey rae’s upcoming album. ready to take on wittgenstein.
once again, every fiber of my being is screaming & does not want 2 write another philosophy paper. good thing it’s not my minor. (hyuk hyuk)
sleepy, but i must finish wittgenstein.
sad that i can’t watch the golden globes.
bibbity boppity at the oxford bops.
every time i watch “v for vendetta,” i see something different and i fall even more in love with it.
told myself not to dwell on missing mar concert, but it would be really awesome if @johncmayer could visit oxford, england during his tour.
