I got a new camera! Yay! Fewer creative writing mind barf youtube montages and more straight up pix. which is good because i am inherently lazy and this is much easier. Five Points happened, everyone who read was great. Hedi and Sarah were AMAZING! I like Josh's little face in the corner of this photo.
Meh, why be coy? Things are good. Starting next week I'll be writing for the Huffington Post and this Thursday at 8 PM Five Points is hosting a special reading in honor of David Gilbert's show, Blue Boy, at Workspace click me! Readings by: Hedi El Kholti Sarah Wang Margaret Wappler Please come! xo ps, I was featured on my most fave fashion blog ever, Kitty's, Secret Shop, in the most amazing way imaginable! click to seeeee!
Yesterday I was in Daniel's film, click me! that he's making for a class he's taking with Stanya Khan and it was totally fun and awesome. Paul, click me! was Daniel's assistant and poor Paul. What you can't see in these stills is the giant tree I climbed up in the park and proceeded to get stuck in. I got really panicky and teary and the job of getting me down fell on Paul, literally. I am no delicate flower and I grabbed the scruff of his shirt for dear life and then scratched and slid out of the tree, my legs and arms kicking and grasping at his shoulders until I landed on him with a giant thud, almost snapping his neck. If you've seen Paul, and you've seen me, you can understand why this was unforturnate for him. Later that night Sarah and i went to the carnival in Eagle Rock and rode this amazing carny ride I thought was going to break. Why do all carny's a) have accidental brilliant stylz and b) all sound and look like they arrived via time machine from New Jersey 1986? Cathy and I then had ihop on her couch. What a great day! Yeah for friends, yeah for life. Lechaim! ps, my camera is still broke ass busted. soon soon. Paul took these. ps, why does Pandora think I like The Cure so much? I really really, don't like the Cure. What I would like is to imagine a world in which I've never heard the Cure before so that if I were to perhaps hear them for the first time I could have my mind explode. I can imagine that that's what the experience might be like. Unfortunately, even the first time i 'heard' them, I could tell I'd already heard them too much. Le sigh. We can dream. psps, I really really want to buy Nick Kent's new book, it looks awesome.
God, she's such a genius badass. This is a clip from a small documentary on her poem O Superman. To watch all of O Superman click here i highly recommend it.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone. Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you coming home? Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me, but I know you. And I've got a message to give to you. Here come the planes. So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go. And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the hand, the hand that takes. Here come the planes. They're American planes. Made in America. Smoking or non-smoking? And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. 'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice. And when justive is gone, there's always force. And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom! So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms. In your arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms. In your electronic arms.
Which leads me to two other beautiful, intelligent ladies who I love so dearly. My old friend Alex Pirozzi, keeper of the Williamsburg hearth and who can decorate a mean apartment- seriously it's stupid how incredibly stylish Alex is, and so perfectly east coasty. But I feel as though whenever peopel talk about Alex they get tripped up on the fun exteriors, her beautiful face, her great personal style, her amazing decorating skillz, really, it's intensley awe inspiring! Or the fact that she is the best non cook cook I know who doesn't photograph her food, she just eats it, she actually taught me a couple things I still cook up and is really the reason I started cooking in college, and not just ramen or rice a roni with heather. Because Alex would have me over to her beautiful house and i would sit in her kitchen at her table smoking cigarettes and drinking an expensive beer and watch her cook an amazing meal almost every night- mussles, fish tacos, delicious soup, like a mom. Anyhow, Alex if you can't tell is magical and the type of person who keps her old quilts wrapped in prtective plastic and placed in trunks and who listens to Galaxie 500 in her kitchen alone, reading the New Yorker, cooking an herb chicken in the oven while wearing an apron, her hair up in a messy bun smoking a cigarette like the sultry italian goddess that she is. ANYHOW, because of all these things, i think people forget that Alex is actually amazingly intelligent, as stated above, and a purveyor of social justice and one of my first 'academic' feminist friends I met in college. Her work surronding women's health and the health of children from birth control to free pre natal care has always impressed me. She is a worker of social justice on a grass roots level, and she and I were on team Hillary together from day one. Well, Ms Pirozzi has a new blog that follows her forrays into the world of health care, women's re-productive rights and the rights of all children everwhere. I admire Miss Alex so much. She has a blog called 'Listen Up' that you can now follow by clicking here- that ones for you Athena!- inside joke, moving on!- Miss Alex And then, my most beautiful other beautiful friend who's been on the blog many a time, and much to her chagrin, Sascha Goldhor. Her and her cool as cool can be bro Jessie, have a new blog called Gold and Goldhor. In which they follow the culinary adventures of Jonathan Gold. The best, in my opinion, and i would guess, team Goldhor as well, food critic in all the land. Sorry Anthony Bourdain, I still love you! Anyway, Sascha knows of what she speaks, she is a diligent foodie with good taste in everything and was a producer on the film 'Food Inc.' so these are matters close to her heart. click here to see thought provoking yummyness. Oh beautiful friends, the days go by so much nicer, with a little shine from your cups. Miss Sascha
I write for the LA Weekly music department and Huffington Post. If you want me to write something for you and have a dictionary i can use, say my name at write (dot) ndarling (at) gmail (dot) com. But for reals, i'm profesh.
