Now what?
8:16 am | 0 | Internerd | Reading, Writing
…you are supposed to be having a hard time. This is how the world makes writers. It kicks their ass long enough that they start finally telling the truth. They just finally give up and start bleating out little truthlets.
In the process of trying to make a few difficult decisions, I found this advice column comforting.
Mmmmm. Beeeeeer.
8:47 am | 1 | Blog, Photo Album | When I was a Bartender, Writing
A story for the Houston Press in which I make a Slim Pickens reference.
Lick your lips
8:29 am | 1 | Photo Album | El Perro, Running
Dah dah dah dah daaaaaaa!
9:18 pm | 0 | Video | Watching
My obsession with the Beales seems to have reached critical mass. It started with Jezebel but has been fed in recent months by the documentary’s availability on Netflix, then the HBO movie, and then the musical coming to Houston. We have the DVD at home now, and we’ve been watching it in chunks, and because YouTube is like a bag of Lays potato chips (you can’t watch just one) I’ve been obsessively Googling clips from all three versions of their lives.
Since last Sunday I’ve been singing verses of this song aloud in the kitchen every time I do dishes. Christine Ebersole won a Tony for her performance as Little Edie.
Mexico was a disaster
7:15 pm | 1 | Video | Reading, Watching
Bunny Breckinridge as portrayed by Bill Murray in Ed Wood.
Bunny was reportedly the inspiration for Gore Vidal’s psychedelic sex-change novel Myra Breckinridge, which is out of print. After months of searching, I found a copy for $2 at Oklahoma City’s Book Beat book store.
The novel was later turned into a film starring John Huston, Mae West, recently deceased Farrah Fawcett (in her first film role) and Raquel Welch. The film was panned by audiences and critics, but I happen to adore it.
Summer jogging route
Park at Eleanor Tinsley Park. Run across the Sabine Street Bridge. Go the long way north around the Jamail Skate Park. Run west towards the Waugh Street Bat Bridge. Take Shephard over Buffalo Bayou south towards Allen Parkway. Turn back east. Stop to throw Gus the dog in the Gus S. Wortham Fountain to cool off. Holding breath to avoid the guano smell as you cross Waugh Street again. Continue east past Taft Street until you reach the Eleanor Tinsley Park. Spend some time stretching in the grass.
If you like piña coladas
8:10 am | 0 | Internerd | When I was a Bartender, Writing
Those of you who have never had the pleasure of consuming a cocktail mixed by me can now replicate the experience in your own home, thanks to my new post up at The Daily Fork: My Top 10 Summer Drinks to Help Beat the Heat. Recipes included.
But he’s got to be a Libra!
Sunday night CLH took me to the Stages musical production of Grey Gardens.
It. Was. Amazing. So. Amazing. The actress who plays, first, Edith Beale (circa 1945), and in the second act, Little Edie (c. 1975) is so good. The songs are hilarious, the dialogue is fast and funny and the overall story is, of course, extremely depressing. The run has been extended through this weekend, so if you live in Houston and you have a chance, you must go see it. As Little Edie would say, “Hooooonestly!”
The Road
In the past month I’ve finished two of the best books I’ve ever read. One has been made into a movie, but the other one most likely never will be.
The part where Viggo hands his son the Coca Cola? Killed me.
Food that moves
9:39 pm | 1 | Blog | Places, Writing
I’m on my annual vacation to Florida, and it’s rained every day since we’ve been here. Next weekend, Hukilau weekend, should be nicer, and I’m looking forward to seeing friends old and new, including a few I’ve never met in real life before. I’m volunteering on Thursday at the Bahia Cabana check-in, so if you’re gonna be there stop by and see me.
I got another freelance gig. My first post at The Daily Fork is about all the weird food I ate while living in Korea. It includes the video of CLH eating live octopus.