Frida Kahlo’s “Wounded Deer”
Done by Sean Arnold at Alchemy Tattoo in Silverlake, CA
submitted by http://thechargingsky.tumblr.com
I have a temporary tattoo of this painting at home, but this is actually the best Frida Kahlo tattoo I’ve seen. It isn’t trying too hard.
I’m Four Years Old.
My blog turns four today, which calls for a BIG POST (otherwise known as What I Haven’t Posted In The Last Two Weeks):
I’m also behind the horribly, lovingly named LOLing with Longreads for The Annual. Each list goes live on Friday, because who doesn’t need a laugh near the end of a hellish workweek? I know I do. Last week’s list featured Arcade Fire bobbleheads, Ronblecore fanfiction, and, uh, another piece about stoners. Lady stoners, specifically. Broad City, in particular.
I contributed to the collective rewrite Polite Song Lyrics, including:
“When I saw her/walking down the street/she looked so fine/ I just had to speak/ I asked her name/ but she turned away/ as she walked/ all I could say was/ nothing because I respect women’s boundaries.”
Let’s see, what else? I’m the assistant stage manager of the Maryland Ensemble Theatre’s production of In the Next Room (or The Vibrator Play) by Sarah Ruhl. The play is about exactly what you think it is. It’s funny & sad & beautiful, and Sarah Ruhl is a genius. I’m thrilled to be a part of it. If you’re in the MD/DC/VA area in June, consider visiting. I’ll buy you a drink.
I’m starting a new job in two weeks at an unnamed government agency, working in records management. I have a basement for an office. I will be alone. What I’m trying to say, is send me your podcast recommendations. You can email me at email@example.com or drop ‘em in my ask box.
I attended my local Record Store Day, but I overslept and ended up standing in line for three hours with my boyfriend and didn’t find anything I coveted. He, however, got the Muppet Movie soundtrack on vinyl, and I scored a thirty cent copy of Art School Confidential; I didn’t realize the screenplay was by Daniel Clowes of Ghost World fame.
& here’s a list of what I’ve been reading and loving:
- Working As A McDonald’s Party Hostess Changed My Career Path
- Sexual Assault at Patrick Henry College: One Month Later
- Shutting the Drawer: What Happens When a Book Doesn’t Sell?
- My Uncomplicated Relationship with My Penis
- Why Christians Should Not Host Their Own Passover Seders
- Mark My Words. Maybe. [Leslie Jamison on her tattoo.]
- Is There Such a Thing as a ‘Feminine’ Way to Ride a Bike?
- Real Talk: On Not Wearing Bras.
- When Your Child Isn’t Perfect*
- My Post-Ultra-Orthodox Wedding
- Buffalo [new fiction from Joyland]
&, as always, send me your reading recommendations.
My alter ego.
Oh boy you guys, I bought three pretty little pieces of “Bennington pottery” stoneware at an estate sale last week for a dollar each. I think they’re meant to be dessert dishes or something but I’m going to use them for tiny plants. This weekend, J & I plan to venture to a nearby farm / plant nursery which—since we’re out in the country now—is 10 acres big and has 38 greenhouses. YEAH! I can’t wait to find a few new houseplants, and I’m thinking of succulents for the Bennington pots.
I want to buy some little cacti for my new basement office. Make a cute little space out of my X-Files-esque basement.
I’m so excited to continue to work with college friends (ahem, weaveadream) and have an Adult Commute and work in privacy and make some dollars, all for six months! Let’s make it work, people!
(& I’m managing a play. & tomorrow’s Record Store Day. all good.)
Guess what shaggy-haired nerd turned in her two weeks’ notice today?! THIS nerd!
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH DAY 13: “TODAY”
Each year I know less about myself
but the insurance company knows
how much my life is worth.
This is for those who suffer & endure
& laugh about it later.
Someone asked, “where do you get
your news from if you don’t have a teevee?”
It is 7:36 a.m. & I have been awake
all night. I am pushing forward,
caffeinated & reminding myself:
don’t be busy. Busyness is the enemy
of art and life. Spring is here, it is
Saturday. The clouds make shapes & go.
Wearing kevintumbles Greendale Community College sweatshirt until I feel better. I think I need a new heart.
My moleskine is almost full! It’s almost time to start a new notebook! Will I buy one like the impulsive teenager I am or use one of the millions I ready own!
Last night I dreamed I forgave you and smelled you and congratulated you. I dreamed your parents liked me, really liked me. I woke up thinking about you, which I don’t like. I don’t like mourning your healing. I don’t want to be that obsessive old girlfriend. I’m glad you don’t use the internet much. I wish you well, but I’m glad I don’t have to see it yet, and I know I will eventually see it mirrored in other people. It’s been almost six months and you’ve said nothing. I suggested the clean break and I don’t regret it. I’m not sure I can do the thing that Fitzgerald talked about, holding two opposing viewpoints and believing neither or both or whatever.
Tonight is one of my best friend’s bachelorette parties and I’m so excited. But I am aware that all of my friends have lost weight since graduating college and I’ve put on 10 or 15 pounds, which is good! Because I wasn’t really eating my senior year! But the outfit that I am wearing tonight and really excited to wear! Is definitely going to show that. And that I am kinda hairy and pale. And I want to own that. And be okay with that. I’m learning to like myself and looking different.
Live Through This turned 20 today
I bought this album today at my local record store & I didn’t even know this fun fact. So happy.
I’m tired of job interviews and this job and not wearing my slouchy hat. I am my slouchy hat. I want to wear it all the time again. Everyone at work can tell I’m interviewing for other jobs because I NEVER dress up for work. They make snide comments. I just want jeans and my slouchy hat.
I’m running so so so late to work this morning but I’m wearing a skirt Joanna might like and I love this couple a lot