I love whipping my glasses off my head and letting my hair fall messily onto my face. I call it the reverse sexy librarian.

WEDNESDAY. The day you flumpty-foo! And you think boopty-bop and zippity-zoom but the truth is, razza frazza wuzza wooza. What I'm trying to say is, maybe your brain isn't working either, but that's OK, because you're great. PS you need a firmware upgrade in the form of "coffee."

Now that I have a toaster, 50% of my meals are toast. Just toast (and butter). I'll probably have scurvy by Christmas.

I just had my first sip of a pour over at the Sandwich,MA Snowy Owl and the pure pleasure almost made my legs buckle.

Leaving one of your favorite places when you're struggling and the weather matches your mood:

Here's Diane Keaton at Warren Beatty's AFI tribute, talking about a perfect (no exaggeration) scene in Reds--taking the mystique out of filmmaking and then putting it right back in, in just two minutes. She was exquisite. www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_RS...

I am the auntie who sends people to a movie so I can buy wine and cheese and sit by the fire watching the storm.

I'm impaired and in a bed that's too tall for me, so I have to hop on. A metaphor. AMA. I'll probably be asleep in 7 minutes.

Feels like some of that Dolly energy should've gone to Diane.

Few actors exemplify the delightful wildness and mess that was the hallmark of Meisner technique better than Diane Keaton. What an incredible actor and career. impossible to imagine Reds, Godfather II, or Annie Hall, three of the best American films of the new Hollywood era, without her. RIP!

Just listened to a voice note I left and, honestly, I'm goddamned adorable, worst timeline or not.

What evolutionary advantage is it to be very short and very round?

something something AI chocolate cake on Uber Eats something something Baudrillard’s Simulacra and Simulation

This is Buster Keaton-level comedy.

I like a lot of things that aren't "the best." "My favorite" works just fine. "I'm loving this right now." There are so many ways to say things that don't wake the kraken.

Finally did the heinous task that forced me to buy a laptop and pay interest and fees just bc I couldn't deal a few months ago. Now to find something new to worry about!

Has a crispy chicken cutlet ever been a bad idea? Any meal, any snack, a chicken cutlets has your back.

I will tear into a rotisserie chicken with my bare hands. I will be civilized with a lobster in company but there will be nothing but shards if I'm with my people. Oh I just realized I love to eat with my hands. Tear into mozzarella, chicken cutlets like popsicles, mortadella roll-ups.

The new Pynchon is waiting for me to read 19 pages and put it down until my 2028 summer vacation.

Hinge but just for Nicole Kidman and sex demons.

if you announce that you're breaking up with Nicole Kidman because she wanted too much sex you need to do it at a press conference where you're in a full body cast. just a little slit in the head area where a pair of wild, haunted eyes are staring out

listen i was gonna dunk on Urban too, but this is a salutary moment for self-reflection. go, find a mirror. stare into your own soul. ask yourself: do i truly believe that i, myself, could satisfy Nicole Kidman's sexual appetites? i'm not prejudging any of your answers. but i beg you: know thyself.

Read the thread. Fucking delightful.

Blessing and releasing all the useless thoughts and baseless hopes I've held on to this year, so now I have openings in thoughts and hopes. Please apply.

Never reinstall.

I'm signing off and uninstalling for the weekend, so send a pigeon if there's good news. When I come back, I'll be older but no wiser. Love you. And you. And you too.

I have so many THOUGHTS today. They're all dumb as a box of rocks but at least they're not just static and sad trombone.

Everything is terrible; good for Taylor for getting the brains fucked right out of her.

Pumpkin bread is baking, foresty candle is lit, Practical Magic is playing, welcome, October.

Sept 30th vs Oct 1st

Sept 30 vs Oct 1st

On October 1st, we make pumpkin bread.

I thought it was such hot shit when I wrote my senior thesis on Pynchon in 1990. I was sort of embarrassed by that until this summer. Now I'm just sad he's 88 years old, and this might be the last book we get.

My family left Italy when I was 4 years old. We spoke some form of Italian at home my entire life, but the way I struggle to understand the Northern accent and how I lock in on Neapolitan dialect explains so much. My parents only finished primary school, and their language froze in 1972. So did mine

I haven't stopped thinking of One Battle After Another since I saw it yesterday.

I knew I was carrying a little worry but I practically collapsed in relief when I got good news about something important today.

I had dreams last night of generations of Italian women who were prevented from getting more than a 6th grade education by poverty and culture. The men didn't do much better. Bullies were rewarded. My gentle dad was haunted by the belief he wasn't masculine enough.

working on a new unified theory of american reality i'm calling "everyone is twelve now"

Swinging between tears and rage, and nothing, I repeat, nothing, has happened to warrant either.

The serene center of this movie. And his walk, loose, relaxed, yet purposeful, as the opposite of Sean Penn's, was such a great little point.

I am trying to watch My Brilliant Friend again, and I get about 10 minutes in before I'm being assaulted by the faces of my ancestors.

One Battle After Another is as good as they say, but I kept hearing the opening strains of Tom Petty's Crawling Back to You in the last third and I needed the relief of the rest of it.

Going to the Alamo for OBAA on a humid Sunday to start the week of pleasure (except for one hellish procrastination task and work.) I need Pignoli, mom, and the house to hold the line.

This is great. I wish I knew him.

Awful news that Kaleb Horton died. A talented writer who in another time would've been getting $5 a word with an expense account. Read his skilled filleting of the Entourage movie web.archive.org/web/20150605...

Always weird to be introduced to someone wildly talented bc people you follow are mourning him.

I should go be with people but consider, I don't want to.

Hey, can you all do me a big favor? My childhood friend Chris recently found out he has terminal cancer. He has two daughters. One of them, Alivia, wants to go see Alex Warren with her dad in Columbus, Ohio. If you know someone in his orbit, send it to him. If you don’t, please share this post. ❤️

I watched a video of a very sad little girl and her terminally ill father yesterday, and it was so heartbreaking that I closed it , and now I can't find it.

Italy has moved me to tears for 3 days straight. Bravo ❤️