how many addicts walk amongst us? this is the question that holds together the jumble that is nurse jackie (where paul feig meets wendy and lisa), sexy beasts (hey, abyssinian creole), and the influence of whitney in my brain-RIP. this title came off that giant list that came out of the afternoon i spent absorbing back issues of bust magazine in the centre for women and trans people’s library-yea. btw, they have an excellent free monthly film series-complete with delicious vegan snacks.
style. that’s the only thing i’m considering whist declaring my love for this collection of stories:
“He’s so stupid, he’s brilliant; so outside the realm of any rationality that reason stammers and stutters when facing him.” (82, The Ant of the Self)
“‘Bird crap doesn’t have an odor,’ my father says. ‘That’s the paradox of birds.’
‘She loved these birds,’ I say. ‘And you just took them away.’
‘They learned best when stressed out,’ he says. ‘Why do you think they say ‘Arriba!’ all the time? They get it from the Mexicans who’re all in a rush to get them exported.’
He almost knocks me off kilter with that one, but I stick to the point.” (83-4, The Ant of the Self)
bailing your father out of jail + hearing his investment advice + being hijacked to the million man march to sell tropical birds = brilliants.
also, writing corrections in the margins of a library book is like writing on the walls of the bathroom, especially when you correct them wrong. but bigups for using pencil. i once wrote in pencil in a library book….