I’m pretty disappointed that I didn’t notice these new Waffle Sliders on the menu until after I put in my order.
You work on something until it feels correct, and then it’s done. But nothing is ever perfect. It’s like a very bad mosquito bite. You put some calamine lotion on it, and it stops itching. But pretty soon it’ll start itching again. You’re motivated to keep scratching at it. Every single medium, you know when a thing is done. How do you know? They say it’s gotta be intuition. You use that faculty to tell when something is not right and when it is right. It’s the only thing you’ve got.
We got a new bookshelf and its been sitting in the librarians’ office for a few days now. Every morning someone prints up a new face for it.
The truth is, most of us like or dislike the characters we encounter in books, whether we ought to or not. It’s all part of fiction’s fantasy that we get to pal around with a charming drug dealer or a righteous butler or an angry socialite we’d otherwise never get to know. Every time we read a good novel, we are essentially befriending a new incorrigible person—which makes sense, really, because most of us love incorrigible people all throughout our lives.
— Katherine Hill, The Tournament of Literary Friends
In our previous game against the Falcons, one of our forwards, a former college player known to us as Fitzy, had scored six goals on Weiner, each time on a breakaway, employing the same maneuver: fake left, cut right, tuck the puck backhand between Weiner’s legs. A five-hole, as its called. At one point, Fitzy estimated that in his beer-league career he’d scored on Weiner with this deke two hundred and ninety-two times. (The Elias Sports Bureau has no record of this.) Near the end of the game, Fitzy skated in on Weiner on yet another breakaway. Weiner wasn’t going to fall for it this time, was he? Oh boy. Once again, Weiner was, as they say, completely undressed. If he had so much trouble with the backhand five-hole, he’d be no match for the teachers’ union or the party hacks in the Bronx.
Another librarian showed me the custom hold slip someone made to wrap her reserved copy of GOT season 2, and it’s pretty amazing.
But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That’s when all the real things were said.
— Marisha Pessl, Night Film
I was always in rooms full of men trying to stand up for myself [laughs]. It’s the story of almost every single woman today and then — if you’re a strong, powerful, smart woman, you tend to end up at some point in a room full of men trying to prove that your ideas are good. I felt like Robin was Peggy 40 years later. She’s what Peggy would be if she was an Australian detective [laughs]. Another parallel is that they’re women who are strong, but vulnerable. Who are smart and yet make bad choices.
— Elisabeth Moss, interviewed by the NY Times about her Emmy nominations for Mad Men and Top of the Lake.
Left early from work today. Agenda: finish one book, start another.
Just finished Edna O’Brien’s memoir, Country Girl, and just wow. So much about this book is great - like the section recalling her childhood in County Clare, her life as a single woman in 1950’s Dublin, and her depiction of all the shit she had to put up with as a woman writing in the early 1960’s (like her husband at the time insisting that she sign over all her royalty checks to him.) The latter half of the book does start to overwhelm a bit with the names of all the famous people she meets and befriends (McCartney, Burton, Brando, Beckett…), but it’s worth it to get her take on them. On Jackie Onassis, with whom she struck up a friendship in New York: "She was not a romantic, but she held on to the shibboleths of it, to see her through the carnivore world of celebrity."