Beatrix Potter: The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies
Reader Submission: Title and Redesign by Adam Vincentz and Norman Urban Boyer.
i corrected my first spider-man muscles today! going forward, i am going to learn how to fit and correct spider-man’s muscle suit and unitard so that my draper can focus more on new projects. and so i can learn new things.
i am excited. and nervous. but it’s a pretty safe adventure. i mean, kari will be teaching me and will be around to help me if i fuck things up. i like when the stakes are low. high-stakes adventures make me very uncomfortable.
so yeah. spider-man is going to transition into being mostly my responsibility.
in other news, now that i’ve been shamed into keeping my apartment relatively clean, i feel like i should start working on personal projects more. since i actually have space to set up my sewing table and what-not. now that i’m not just hiding in my clutter when i’m at home, i am feeling lazy for not doing more creative projects. or any, if we’re being specific. it’s been over a year since i made anything from my own brain. i should at least start sketching again.
i’m currently working my way through the entire back catalog of the bowery boys podcasts.
my two favourite things i’ve learned recently are:
-at the algonquin round table, they played a word game in which you were given a word and had to immediately come up with a sentence which used the word, preferably a clever sentence. for example, when presented with the word “horticulture,” dorothy parker gave the sentence, “you can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.” [say it out loud, if the joke is not immediately giggle-inducing.]
-in the ziegfeld follies, in the early 20th century, a frequent act was a tableau vivant—basically people posed on-stage presenting a scene from art, mythology, literature, whatever. not terribly exciting, yeah? except it was full of naked ladies. which was totally legal at the time as long as they didn’t move. hahaha. that is right. it was legal to be naked on the stage as long as you were standing totally still. because obviously, naked ladies in motion are completely obscene. obviously.
check out the bowery boys, if you are not a listener already. it is a charming and fun podcast. and unlike many podcasts, you can listen to 86 [and counting] in a row without getting bored of these guys.
i confess myself confused about this lana del ray backlash. her performance on snl wasn’t particularly dynamic, but i really like the recorded versions of those songs. to be fair, i haven’t read much about this backlash other than quite a few snarky tumblr posts today.
for what it’s worth, i really like her. or at least i like those two songs from that one EP. which is basically the same thing in my mind. inside my brain it’s a very short leap from, “i like this thing you did” to “you must be great!” i actually listened to her on repeat for most of today. those two songs fit perfectly into the grey day i was having.
instead of hating on lana del ray, let’s hate on spider-man, shall we? the tips of my fingers are sore from pushing pins/sewing through velcro on his fucking shoe covers. i hate all sewing that requires the use of pliers. i stuck my needle under my thumbnail at least once today. i hate when the best way to do a job is still slow and painful. i hate myself a bit for not having picked up a new thimble after destroying mine during the rockettes build. i’ve also got some irritation at having to stay late at work to set up and sew shoe covers for a fitting tomorrow. it could have been done at any point today if either wardrobe or our people had followed up with the request and had them sent down from the show earlier in the day. instead, they arrived 15 minutes before i was supposed to leave. plus, i was cranky all day, and it was too hot in the shop and grey outside, and i just kept making stupid fucking mistakes. come to think of it, i probably ought to have listened to something that pulled me out of my bad mood instead of feeding it with the melancholy of lana del ray. oops.
but seriously, fuck you, spider-man. your shoes are basically my least favourite job. except for ripping out the tongues. that part is fun. but it’s all downhill from there. maybe i can teach the shoe covers to the new first hand on our team and she will be super fast and amazing at it and put my slow-going, shoe cover sewing with pliers to shame. and then it can be her job. and maybe she will love it, too.
i mean, a girl can dream, right?
my father sent this to me with the question: “so is the rube goldberg guy one of the williamsburg hipsters?”
[i love my dad.]
this was the view from my balcony. those towers are sagrada familia, the gaudi church under construction from 1909-? it’s hard to believe there is still anything to do on that church. it is literally covered with every possible decoration you can think of.
vacation beard: day six
so, it’s our last day in barcelona. i finally don’t feel sick all the time. and thanks to jon’s girlfriend, i am now in possession of the snarky nickname that i was having trouble thinking of myself.
so basically, other than all the plague i had, this trip was delicious and beautiful.
“dad! open up! it’s an emergency!”
oh man, you guys. i almost forgot to take a picture of vacation beard: day three.
an emergency, indeed.
vacation beard: day two.
i don’t know why my dad tries to get away with not really smiling. obviously, i’ll just keep going until i get a good one.
i chose very poorly at dinner tonight. so that was gross and unappetizing. everyone else enjoyed their food though. which is good. i haven’t had much of an appetite anyway. so it’s no big loss, i suppose.
vacation beard: day one.
at the barcelona airport. i’ve decided to make a tradition of documenting my dad’s vacation beard.
p.s. i’ve got the flu! at least it’s a fever/chills flu and not a barfy flu. hopefully if i keep taking drugs, it will go away.
Drunk History Christmas with Ryan Gosling, Jim Carrey and Eva Mendes
A very special Drunk History Christmas.
Hey Girl,
Hope you have an intoxicating Christmas.
this made me laugh. plus, ryan gosling is always sexy. even in an old timey nightcap.
