rub a dub

i'm not very fond of baths, something about bathing in my own filth doesn't really appeal to me.

but these photos make bathtime look lovely

(by molinita)

Also, why didn't anyone tell me that my adolescent crush par excellence is on some tv show named 'house'?? that scene in Dead Poets Society where he stands naked at the window with his sweetly crooked teeth and sad brown eyes...oh, oh...the aching indelible beauty of it all. The film that made me want to go to boarding school. The film that almost made me like Robin Williams. The film that showed me the magic world when boys and books collide. 

i am a big fan of the word mustachioed

Tucker Nichols, ladies & gents.

I like his drawrings (I'm Simon):

But most of all I love his Windows series, even more than I love the word 'mustachioed,' and that's a lot:

It's like large-scale David Shrigley, whee.

i'm driving a prosthetic leg to my grandpa in kansas

When i've had my day's fill of literary criticism and gender theory, I've been turning to The Potential Hazards of Hester Day. By 26-year old Mercedes Helnwein, this is just the latest in a series of young novelists to carve deeper into my inferiority complex. Not only is she a stupidly young published novelist, but she's stupidly beautiful, and the book is effing great. A wry, witty mash-up between Tao Lin and Richard Milward, a dysfunctional new-millenium Kerouacian romp through the bowels of mid-town America.

Some excerpts:

(Hester, identifying exactly how I felt around 9 years ago)

"I tried sometimes to be tackled by mysterious depressions and problems that would make life interesting. I tried to be engulfed in frowns that nobody could possibly understand and so be looked upon as a beautiful, tragic enigma. That was my ambition for awhile -- to be incomprehensible. I realized later that I had been incomprehensible lost of the time anyway, just not in an advantageous, romantic way."

"You see, for so many years, every time I talked, people looked at me like I was really just vomiting in a public space."

(And pin-pointing exactly how every girl feels when she inevitably discovers that a burst of passionate activity measures nowhere on the guy's scale of significance:)

"How do you pretend you aren't interested? It was strange, fixating so hard on nothingness when it is such a blatant lie. How do you avoid the impertinent embarrassments of reality? How do you sit through that and smile with the nonchalance and grace of boredom?

'I just want to know why we would make out like we did yesterday."

'I dunno. Jethro was taking a piss. Seemed like the thing to do at the time.'

That made me feel like scratching a long line across the hood of his car with those scissors we kept in the glove compartment for self-defense. But I guess I was too old for that. Or too sensible. Or too senseless. Something like that. 

'Well,' I said, reaching for the door, 'I'm going to start smoking again.'" 

[further reasons to love her: her love for the white stripes goes deep, too.]

and then

i went for a paddleboat ride on top of london

no really, there i am putting my high school crew team skillz to the test

and then we happened upon an impromptu outdoor big band performance with hundreds of people jitterbugging all over the place.

meet my new boyfriend:
we clicked, what can i say.

this is what screwing myself over feels like.

so jetlagged i slept til 2 pm.

this morning i learned that our flat's internet will be out til tomorrow. this was welcome news, since i have wayyy too many thousands more words of my dissertation to write by next week. {i am trying not to panic.} however, i have managed to pick up a rogue un-locked connection, so i've managed to keep procrastinating, don't worry about me.

other things to help me procrastinate:

1) discovering a sparkling bright chinese market a block from my flat, massive twig of ginger for 11 p ! wee cuttlefish! tofu for a quid! 

2) brick lane produce market just up the road. the vegetable man asked me to take him home with me along with his broccoli and carrots. i rather gracefully demurred.

it is a Bank Holiday here and so no libraries are open. I'm finding it difficult to concentrate on symbolism and gender and modernism and whatnot here with the French and New Zealand and Singaporean accents swirling around my door. 

We live above a bar. I couldn't even be pissy at the insanely loud music at 3 am last night because it was so good. I almost wanted to jump downstairs in my pj's and say "hey -- nevermind keeping it down -- who IS this?"

now that's some good baggage

Heathrow, 8 am, off the red eye from Chicago on which I slept nary a wink, and who's standing next to me, waiting for HIS luggage? 

Oh icky thump, it was Jack motha-uckin' White!! The ridiculously, bizarrely sexy musician who is just as pale and even better dressed in person than you'd imagine. He had feathers! Sticking out of his fedora!! And the sexiest suit I've ever seen. He was surrounded by the Raconteurs, who were all heavily be-spectacled and suavely dressed in fantastic suits. When I walked by him I definitely saw my rad scarf catch his eye. I'd like to think it was me that caught his eye, butl let's be real here, the man is married to Karen Elson. I stood next to him and waited for my bag, wrestling with several inner me's over whether to approach him and fawn over him, or just say a simple "I think you're an incredible musician" and walk away coolly, or just ignore him like I do with most non-celebrity guys I'm interested in. I chose the latter, because I'm a pu**y and more importantly, because I didn't want to be THAT person calling attention to the man who's just trying to get his luggage and move on. Anyway, it was a thrilling sighting, better even than hot Real World C.J. at douchey Les Deux in LA last week, although certainly not better than running into dear Danny DeVito. : ) 

I leave you with the inimitable White Stripes rendition of Dolly Parton's Jolene. Heavenly in her arms, rabid anguish in theirs. Fantastic.

to recap:

Wrapping up my dissertation in london and then winding my way back west as soon as i can. I'm so giddy with anticipation i can't fall asleep at nite thinking of saddling up the old trusty Nissan and taking the California Trail out west...hopefully with a stop off in Nashville.

A very bizarre dinner at Maghreb. Utensils weren't allowed, but skillful belly dancing and tea-pouring more than made up for it.

sunset coasting along the pacific coast highway:

what a rush of ripe elan

a city oozing with relaxed joy, warmth, engaging friendliness, and some of my best friends? planning my {permanent} escape now...check, please.

never leaving.

that is all.

...also, Diablo Cody met her husband on a Beach Boys message board.

celebrity count so far: 7

lunch at the ivy today, then flying home

:(

los angeles, i'm yours

i'm going to see the folks i dig

i'll even kiss a sunset pig

california i'm comin' home

I'm heading to lalala lovely los angeles tomorrow. I'll be driving thru the streets of the past with mum at my side, listening to the same albums we listened to over & over (eric clapton, richard thompason,  desperado soundtrack) in the six months we lived in LA when i was a skinny tow-headed 11-year old. In addition to reliving the past, I'm extraordinarily excited to see my best friend for the first time in something like fifteen ridiculously long months. mahboob reunion nation!!!!!

If you have any suggestions, places i must must see or things i must must eat, pleaaaaase drop me some hints in the comments or email me. Mozza, adorbs molto mario's resto, is on the agenda, as well as echo park/silverlake shopping, Pinkberry binges, and wrecking my stockings in various jukebox dives, starting with Cinespace. 

most likely our first stop out of LAX:

photos via here and here

poor old walt has a polyp in the duodenum

why i love j. peterman -- the superbly inane seinfeld character and the man behind the catalogue, which, as we can see above, is still crafting the unintentionally (?) goofiest clothing descriptions around. this ain't no garnet hill.

"flanked by your eunuchs." - not merely flanked by regular ol' eunuchs, but "YOUR eunuchs." amazing.

yes i understand i cannot live on this land

i woke up today in a very simple way

in the morning all i could do was sing
yes i understand i cannot live on this land

but does that truly mean i have seen all that can be seen?

Ah, the farm weekend: gloriously slothful, cornfields as far as the eye can see bathed in soft pink sunset light, antique shoppin', duke ellington to cook to, bob dylan to wash dishes to,'02-era hip-hop to dance in the grass to, giving the locals something to talk about at the local bars, neighbors dropping off a massive bucket of fresh corn because they just happened to notice some new cars out front...2 days never enough down at the farm. 

mad, mad world

This is...disconcerting. I had to do a double-take before realizing it was the Mad Men cast. Hot damn Don Draper/Jon Hamm is sexxxy. That voice! Those blue eyes! Those dapper dan suits! My friend m, who was in the vagina monologues with me in college, just had her wonderful guest-debut on the show last week...I will be seeing her in LA in a few days and I plan on grilling her on cast gossip. Obsessed.

those darn dawson's river kids

i was never that thrilled with michelle williams on dawson's creek -- actually her character irritated me most of all, but in the last few years i've really warmed to her. she's got a mia farrow-ish elegance and grace that's hard to deny, and she was pretty fantastic in brokeback mountain (not to mention the highly entertaining but i'm a cheerleader). anyhow, i really like her modeling boy.'s new line of clothing here.


it'll be quiet here on the flamelikeme front for the next few days, as the ladies and i are taking a little road trip downstate this afternoon to kirsten's family's farm for a quiet weekend of vegetation and inebriation. see you sunday! <3

when your eyes are all painted sinatra blue

some kind of lovely from the uber-talented elias tahan

In other news, I'm a brunette now. My hair stylist begged me to stop bleaching my hair, to which i sighed "Okay, OKAY, I'm done with that now." Three mind-numbing MarieClaires later (did you hear? PURPLE AND PLAID are big this autumn. Plaid being au courant every single other autumn in modern fashion history...mere coincidence.), I'm several rather drastic shades darker, and likin' it.