X-MAS EVE

My cousins came into town last night and stayed over. They're Jewish and chic and beautiful. Everything I want to be. Well, I mean, I like being a boy. But otherwise they're just everything great. Ali does this thing where she wants everyone to be involved in her stuff, and by that I mean her material possessions. I feel like it's a star quality, like only really glamorous people do that.

She showed me her tees and sparkly leggings and neon handbag, but best of all was this M.I.A. jump-drive bracelet thing. It came with all this preloaded stuff: promo pictures, a music video, a making of the video, but the most genius part was a bunch of music files set-up so you could make your own remix to the song Boys. And I learned an important lesson: Jamaican dancers are hot and dress in the best vintage designer clothing.

Oh, and we watched Goodfellas into the wee hours. Everyone watch it if you haven't. Super soundtrack, georgeous dresses, amazing acting. It's a wow, especially on Christmas Eve.

Static Images

So I'm stuck at Gramma Lola's house for Christmas. It's a real bore. The train from Kalamazoo was like 4 hours late and there were some high-strung Rocky Horror fans sitting behind me singing "Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me" the whole way (and you know they've never been touch-a touch-a touched). They might have had one of those portable DVD players too, which always get on my nerves. But I'm sure it's just resentment.

I think I'm looking forward to seeing my therapist more than I'm looking forward to Christmas. My hair is too dry to deal with Christmas right now, and the only clean clothes I have are a ghetto-sized black sweatshirt and my (not so) trusty Cheap Mondays.

Actually, I have a bone to pick with Cheap Monday. My blue leggings-tight pair have stretch marks, and around the crotch of all places. This just isn't acceptable. I mean, I've lost a lot of weight, I'm down like 15 lbs, and still my jeans are stretched out and wrankly. Can you believe that? I guess I can. But I don't want to. It just isn't right. I believe in planned obsolesence and everything, but for a pair of jeans to not even last six months is ridic.

I'm watching Family Guy right now, O Blessed Television. Thank the Lord. But I really feel more tuned in to static images. I always watch a movie or TV show and find one frame I could stare at forever. Maybe it's the anticipation, but that's really just thinking about it too hard. I just like them. There's so many that really deserve to be put in galleries. You know, I'd be really happy if I could spend the rest of my life doing just that.

Oh! And P.S. or something: Now that I've seen Videodrome I have to say my dream is to become Brian O'Blivion. Television is the retina of the mind's eye. X X

Magic and Mystery

Went to Steak&Shake today with Calvin and Shawn. It was fun. Yeah, I haven't gotten out a lot lately. Maybe it's because I've been so busy pretending to be busy. I mean, if I didn't pretend about it I couldn't lie so well to my parents. I guess I could just cut out a step and start being busy busy. Real busy. Then I might get out more.

Everyone went to Jacob's too. A party at Jacob's. Eww. But I bet he wouldn't call it a party. He's the type who would call it a get-together. Because intellectuals have get-togethers and not parties. I just couldn't go. He makes me uncomfortable. It's all the down-talking and expensive bourbon. I wonder if he'll try to "discuss Hemingway."

I'm obsessed right now with this book I've read and reread a thousand times, Magic and Mystery in Tibet by Alexandra David-Neel. It's haunting, I guess. If that means anything. And it's old. It's not like one of those sappy Richard Gere kinda things, if you know what I mean.

Calvey wants a mix CD. I was gonna make it for his birthday, but my computer charger is done for. Someone remind me to call HP. Anyway, I'm still going to do it. On the potential list right now: Daft Punk, Captain Ahab, Concrete Blonde, Rick Ross. Any suggestions. Oh! And! Everyone tell Calvin to try out for the drag show. I have a great routine planned for him.

Love and Tzeni Vanou

So, I yanked this from The-O because I'm in love. I think everyone should be in love. Right now I'm in love with Tzeni Vanou and Lesley Arfin and Calvey's Justin boots. What are you in love with? (ohh and I love Kalamazoo too...it's a real place)



Wikipedia says I'm a kitschmensch. A whaaat?