Wednesday, November 22, 2006

project objectify: left too long, too late

Ian Thorpe retired from competitive swimming.

It is hardly ladylike behaviour to bring up objectification in such a sporadic and hurried manner, but I feel I must pay timely tribute.

Ian Thorpe, you with the tectonic plates for feet and the Heath Ledger smile and, OH WAIT, the three million megawatts of talent, you will be missed. As you’re only 23, I hope to see you again very soon doing something cool. Like singing opera. Or taking up mountain biking. Or going to college.

'til later, hopefully.

Monday, November 20, 2006

open thread

What's the tiredest a person can get on a Monday morning before they DIE.

current musix: t. rex - ride a white swan.

Ngggh. Fake Celtic glam-punk ftw.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away

Over the push and pull of the last week I've been listening mostly to Bruce Springsteen's "Thunder Road." It's an alien song to my pinko, brown-girl, never-owned-a-car, highly urban sense of the world, but the universality of the need to leave sort of caught on and held fast.

Returning from Bombay this time was incredibly hard, because I'm really not pulling out of there to win, unlike Springsteen in his one-horse Everytown. But where can you go to have everything you want? Certainly not home.

So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me.


Has anyone else watched The Departed? Isn't DiCaprio the DeNiro of our generation?

Friday, November 03, 2006

i'm outta here

In Bombay for the next ten days. See you from the west coast!