Thursday, August 19, 2010

city living

A 30 something year old black woman in a fabulous camel coat, brown heels and straw hat (who was probably on a lot of drugs) to a very attractive black professional man in stripes trying to read his newspaper just after rush hour on the metro:

"What's the difference between a pig and a lamb?"

He ignored her. She asked again, "Are they the same thing?"
He realized it wasn't a come-on or the beginning of a dirty joke and tried to answer her question.

The train started again and the noise of the rails drowned out their conversation. After she got off the train, though, that man grinned to himself through the next three stops.

It kind of made my day, too.

Friday, August 6, 2010

I'm Sorry

My old cubicle buddy and friend, Maria, turned me onto this. She knows how deeply runs the love I have for Andrew Bird. She has watched me at my desk, gripping my headphones, complex emotions taking over.

But this, this is really strange. And kind of creepy. And also beautiful.



Margaret Cho talks about writing the song here, on her blog. When she googled the name of the man for whom she harbored feelings, Wikipedia told her that he'd been convicted of murdering his wife and stuffing her body in the wall of their home.

So she wrote this song.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

volume








I have spent most of my life alternately dreading and hoping against hope that my hair can reach these volumes of unbridled magnificence. It's what drives my ability to go six, seven, eight months between haircuts.

Today I must, once again, dash all hope.