It’s about time that everyone learned their damn homophones. If you slept your way through the fourth grade or just skipped all of the grammar lectures because you were too busy sucking off that dude in the locker room, then maybe this table will help clear up some of the fucking confusion.
Today is my very own Don Draper's first day at the new agency, new client, new brand, new lunch box. I see many kodak carousel moments ahead! But lucky, he married Joan, not Betty, and I will not go quietly into that dark, evil suburb.
“…[Oprah] made this huge speech…praising Lady Gaga and about how she (Lady Gaga) is helping Americans to be the best of themselves. There’s millions of other Americans who represent that for me. Is (it) about numbers? About how much you’re selling? Is it truly about the journey? Because (Lady Gaga’s) journey isn’t that difficult: to go from the f***ing Upper East Side to a f***ing performing arts school and on to a stage at the museum of f***ing wherever. That journey’s about four miles.”—M.I.A on GaGa. I like both of them. And sidenote: they’re on the same label.
Four years ago today, the Mr. and I exchanged vows in a meadow in Rocky Mt. Nat'l park, surrounded by close friends and family, the Rockies, and a remarkable sunset. This was followed by local elk steak, sake, a home-made ice cream sundae bar, petit-fours, and dad's chocolate cup-cakes...and I can honestly say it just keeps getting better! Happy anniversary to my man.
last night i dreamed that i was part of the mad men cast, and we were having a wrap party. i got into a conversation with january jones about "the craft of acting" and what her "teacher" wants her to work on, and i was so incredibly bored, i woke myself up. this is not a bit.
nothing against the lovely ms. jones. it was the subject matter.
When I worked at a record label, I once had to call Harvey Pekar about getting a payment to him. He had written some liner notes for one of our jazz albums (a compilation of mopey love songs called “When Love Goes Wrong”), and we needed an invoice from him.
The phone call was odd, and I felt as…
i used to work w/ alison over at verve, and she’s describing one of those rare and blissful moments where art can be found in the music business.
the rest of the time, as i’ve asserted, it’s like working in a bank, or a costco. but without the money. or the free samples.