Touching

I passed a strip joint this morning with a sign that read, See the beauty, touch the magic. It strikes me that guys who’ve been watching naked women grind for a few hours are going to want to touch a lot more than the magic.

Easy Linking

One of the jguru.com guys just launched a new blog-like tool called Peerscope. It’s a lot like Backflip, but cleaner and more group oriented. You pull a button onto your browser toolbar and you can post right from the site you want to link. Neat.

Oh, But I’m so Much More

For the past several months, I’ve been ending telephone conversations with bye-ya. I know it’s hideous; I’m powerless to stop. It makes me sound like the woman who waits outside before the craft store opens, the woman who relates interesting stories she heard on Oprah, the woman who knows how to bake an excellent bundt cake.

The thing is, I am that woman. I’m going to get married, have a few kids, find a cat, bake a few too many tasty cakes, and die fat. And it all starts with bye-ya, folks.

Time to start writing that book.

Expectation

E: Have you seen Igby Goes Down?

Me: Yeah! I loved that movie.

E: Really? It wasn’t at all what I expected. It was such a downer.

Me: Even with the dancer girl in the super-short skirt?

E: Amanda Peet? Yeah. That was good. Still it was like a 180 degree difference from what I expected.

Me: Yeah. Schindler’s List was like that for me.

E: Really?

Me: No.

Counter Culture

This girl is waiting for the bus with her friend. She has day-glo pink hair and is wearing jeans ripped off at the knees over a pair of black and white-striped tights. She has a small safety pin through her left nostril. She is practicing what can only be a cheerleading routine.

Apologies

From Vendela Vida’s interview with Susan Straigt in The Believer:

BELIEVER: You told me earlier that that your middle daughter, Delphine, told you about a boy in her class who touched a girl, uh, where she didn’t want to be touched. How’d you respond?

SUSAN STRAIGHT: I asked her what she was going to do if that happened to her, and she asked, with this trace of malicious glee, Can I hit him? I said, No, cause then you’ll get in trouble for fighting. And I showed her how to throw that mean elbow that catches them in the jaw and the ear. I gave her the line to say after: Oh, you startled me, and I’m sorry you’re bleeding now.