Monthly Archives: December 2008
Mary Poppins
| December 2, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
Me: Ugh! I hate Julie Andrews. She’s so stick-up-her-ass proper and British.
Him: I know! That’s what make her so hot and naughty when she’s wearing lingerie.
Me: What has she worn lingerie in?
Him: (tapping temple) In here.
What Girls Want
| December 3, 2008 | Filled under Internerd |
Atlantic Monthly columnist Caitlin Flanagan gives glowing reviews to the Twilight series (ugh), but it’s what she has to say about teenage girl readers that most resonated with me.
I never did that, but I would have had the thought occurred to me.
Pop tarts
| December 8, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
Another blast from the past via Facebook today. This time an old friend I haven’t seen since before I could drive. He rained this storm of wisdom on me via email:
Take my pen knife, my good man!
| December 8, 2008 | Filled under Internerd, Photo Album |
Did you know that in the 1950s Houston used to have a Monorail? (Via Houstonist)
Enjoy it while it lasts
| December 10, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
It is currently snowing in Houston. To fully appreciate this miracle you need to know that it was 78 degrees yesterday.
Since moving to Houston I’ve found it harder to get into the holiday spirit. I’m not so enthralled with the consumerism or the religiousness, or even the family aspect of the holidays. I look forward to Christmas solely for the sense of nostalgia that comes with it — being a kid, staying up into the late hours of night decorating the tree with my mom, wearing a flannel nightgown and fuzzy slippers to open presents on Christmas morning. It’s one of my happiest, simplest memories of childhood.
Korean winters were always cold enough, but I found that the things which annoy me most about the holiday season here — crowds at the stores, endless earwormy Christmas music, tacky plastic decorations — were what I missed most about Christmas in Korea.
The shops in River Oaks and Highland Village can hang their wreaths and transform their olde-time cast-iron streetlamps into candy canes and snowmen, but when it’s 70 degrees outside, it just doesn’t feel like Christmas.
Today, it does.
Unknown Beauties
| December 16, 2008 | Filled under Internerd |
Lance points me to this Harvard Gazette article about the nameless girls who posed for color test shots before the advent of digital touch-ups.
This ties in nicely with my new television obsession (via Netflix), Mad Men.
Arnold Spirit
| December 17, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
I used to think the world was broken down by tribes. By black and white. By Indian and white. But I know that isn’t true. The world is only broken into two tribes: the people who are assholes and the people who are not.
— From Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian by Sherman Alexie
Solstice
| December 21, 2008 | Filled under Blog |
I am barefoot, in the first neighborhood I remember from my childhood. I am playing basketball with the neighborhood boys in someone else’s driveway. There is no net, and it is the latest I have ever been allowed to stay outside at night. The sun is still out, it’s dusk, yet it feels like it must be 11 o’clock. I know that’s not possible, but the memory is still magical.
A fable for Christmas
| December 25, 2008 | Filled under Internerd |
Captured on South Beach, Satan later escaped. His demons and the horrible Bloody Mary are now killing people. God has fled. Avenging angels hide out in the Everglades. And other tales from children in Dade’s homeless shelters.
