Savvy, you survived your first month with me and you didn’t die! Thanks for being my first cat. Taking care of you makes me feel grown up.

1/28/12 — 6:10pm Filed under: #savvy  #kitty  #cat 
For years, a certain strain of indie rock had taken a nearly perverse satisfaction in making inscrutable jigsaw puzzles out of the old verse-chorus song form. Now, with ‘alternative music’ at the top of the charts, obscure lyrics and scrambled song structures came to the fore. It wasn’t long before Stephen Malkmus, who fronted the now-famous Pavement, was telling Spin that he wrote lyrics from ‘the perspective of a guy who, inebriated at a party, is saying a great many things he doesn’t mean.’ Groups like Sebadoh and The Mountain Goats began recording on cheap, low-fidelity equipment (think: a boombox), as though to make sure that even if some slick record executive took a shine to their music, it wouldn’t sound good enough for radio.
Richard Beck, On Pitchfork, n+1, Fall 2011, p. 182
1/21/12 — 12:13pm Filed under: #yessssss 
FACE

FACE

High-res 1/16/12 — 11:33am Filed under: #savvy  #cat 

Christmas 2011 Kitty: Savannah “Savvy” Cabernet Sauvignon, age 2

Notes: 2 1/13/12 — 10:10pm Filed under: #savvy  #cat 
But his entire life was set up as a correction of his father’s life…
Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections, p. 179
12/6/11 — 9:46pm
Shouldn’t it have lasted longer—the mix of loneliness and lust and habit she always felt with Bob, the mix that was surely love, for it so often felt like love, how could it not be love, surely nature with its hurricanes and hail was counting on this to suffice?
Lorrie Moore, “Which Is More Than I Can Say About Some People,” Birds of America, p. 28
8/15/11 — 12:06am Filed under: #quote  #love? 

accidentalchinesehipsters:

Recently I caught my dear roommate James Yeh en route to the laundry mat in a moment of excellent Chinese bike schlepping form. James is the ultimate Azn American partner in crime, a self proclaimed “Brooklyn man” and successful indie writer, he was raised in South Carolina by Taiwanese immigrant parents and makes a tasty pork chop with scallions. You can read his blog here.

I’ll always remember the week James’s mom came to stay. She folded the unruly mess of plastic bags in our apartment into small bundles, and cooked about 20lbs of meat for him, meanwhile filling the air with Chinese parent love anxiety. In asides, she made slightly critical jokes and giggled. She reminded James to do things a lot. One night in an act of solidarity we escaped a tutorial on asparagus preparation to drink beer (at a Brooklyn Brewery event to which J had a press invite, no less), drunkenly buy corn starch at an upscale Bedford Ave deli, and return home in a much nicer mood to a dinner patiently waiting for us.

So good.

Source: accidentalchinesehipsters
Notes: 37 8/4/11 — 11:17am
sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest, p. 203
6/27/11 — 11:04pm Filed under: #quote 
Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose. And I’m starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life’s sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggles for naught, drowned by time.
David Foster Wallace, “A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again”
6/15/11 — 9:00pm Filed under: #quote 
WORK

WORK

High-res 6/8/11 — 8:54pm