one very, very indie band - the new york times magazine, march 4, 2007
i can't wait to see their show in october.

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1. netflix is the greatest.
upon returning to bruns, sick and tired of hunting in vain for movies at blockbuster (and/or paying $5 a movie 'on-demand'), i converted to netflix. so far, it's been a wise investment.

2. tellmeyouloveme, testicles and all.
speaking of on-demand, i decided to watch the pilot of HBO's new series the other day, and there is more sex in that show than i think i've ever seen in a show. i mean explicit sex, with vaginas and testicles and everything- tis excellent! it's not vulgar, just surprising. daring- which i respect. oh yeah, the content of the show is interesting too.

3. BA: beauty-aholics anonymous
now that i spend three full days a week in a closet full of wonderful beauty products, you'd think that my compulsive cosmetic purchasing might be curbed. think again! i'm currently waiting [impatiently] on the delivery of my new nars eyeshadow. also, i went to sephora on my lunch break the other day. too much?

4. since when do keds impart blisters?
i bought what i consider to be just about the most adorable/preppy pair of shoes to ever exist: navy blue, cable-knit keds. i wore them thursday as what i hoped would be a comfortable alternative to heels in the city. to my dismay, i ended up with blisters all over my crunched feet by lunchtime and had to make an emergency stop at duane reade (this seems to happen to me a lot).

5. fancy-schmancy sunglasses = motivation to touch your eyeballs
because you just can't wear sunglasses over eyeglasses (unless they're the cataract type, or those clip-on things).