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I've moved on.

It's just so much sexier, easier, hypermediated-er.

And so ADIEU.

"Some balls are better than others..."

I have mentioned this weekend on every single online network of which I'm a part, and I swear this is my last iteration, but I'm just so obsessed with this place now. I can't wait to get my car up here (hopefully) next semester so I can take better advantage of what's SO NEAR TO ME.

So, in chronological order, here are some iPhone pics from the weekend. I think they turned out pretty well having come from a phone, but I guess I'm just used to shitty phone cameras and not used to pretty ok iPhone cameras.

Beach House 10/09

Grizzly Bear 10/09

The Vassar chapel 10/10

Pete Seeger in front of the chapel 10/10

En route to the city with Madeleine and Chris (10/10)

Lacrosse tournament at WCSU 10/10

The Hudson from the Vanderbilt Mansion 10/11

The Staatsburgh Mansion 10/11

Woodstock: A Mountain 10/11

Woodstock: Some Hippies 10/11

Woodstock: A House With A Hanging Star Thing 10/11

Nosferatu

It's been a while, I guess I haven't had much to say lately. In the midst of returning to school, to work, to spoooooorts, and to my preferred life, I guess I've forgotten to think about much else besides myself. I've been riding my bike a lot lately, which is cool, but I've still managed to exist within the same five-mile radius since I got here a month ago.

THEREFORE, I think I'm going to Connecticut this weekend. It's starting to get cold out and I want to go there before all of the trees turn colors. I know this is a bit of a pipe dream but maybe I'll go sit out by the pool and read or sleep or drink various boxed wines with the ol' grammy, and if I have to wear three sweaters and a Northface to keep it hawt, so be it.

Anyway, watched a little bit of the German expressionist version of Dracula in film class today, which was kind of terrifying, and we're watching the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari tomorrow. It's difficult to watch silent films in this day and age and try to appreciate them for what they were and not what they are. I wonder whether filmmakers around the time of F.W. Murnau, if they had the same capabilities we have today, would have still made their films the same way. I love how jilted and bizarre everything sort of turns out just due to the shoddy (in our standards) equipment they had to work with, the more primitive framing ideals, etc etc etc. I don't know much about film but I think I'm starting to love it.

Speaking of film, please please please watch whatever clips you can find of The Room by Tommy Wiseau.

DRUDGERY

"Max Fischer"

"Sharp little guy."

"He's one of the worst students we've got."

In attempts to keep myself from going nuts with uncertainty/anxiety about my post-graduate future, I've been watching movies. Like the same three over and over.

I think I'm going to name my second dog Voltaire. This is going to happen at the point in time when I have an in-house (in-brownstone) library and eat four course dinners every night...make that five.

Maybe by then I'll be more into having a son by that name. Or a daughter! Oh the possibilities!

Vive la Gwyneth, GOOP (side note: what the fuck?), or any other part of the whacked/strung out state of being known today as "Hollywood".

This is how I feel today:

I'm supposed to paint my dad's dining room in a few minutes...not based on any sort of schedule besides the fact that I've been awake for about an hour now and being idle for any amount of time longer than that makes me feel like my ass must definitely be growing.

I've been following the Sotomayor hearings (not that closely, but closely enough) and after I had finished reading a few articles on her, I read one about Sarah Palin.

I'll just say that I am so glad she's out of the picture for now.

The story I read detailed her current life--how she can't get bills through Alaska's legislature because her democrats now hate her, how her teenage daughter has a kid, how her hair is thinning and she needed an emergency repair from her stylist. OMGGGGGGFML.

Sweetheart, get the fuck over it. Understandably, you're exhausted and stressed, you tried to VeeP the land of the free, and it didn't work out. Resigning probably was the best way to go, that makes sense, I'll support that, but I really wish that she could've done it with some dignity.

I'm aware that her entire political presence over the last year or so has been lacking in that department, but the way to go out isn't to let the Times reporters know that you're a little bit skinny and your hair's falling out. Sure, tell them about the fact that your state no longer respects you, tell them you've got 9000 kids and they're your priority, but don't talk about how you're stressed out and can't handle it.

I've never been a politician, but I imagine stress comes with the territory. She's been up there governing for a few years now, she should've known that A)running for any type of national office is going to be difficult, B)wimping out a few months after your party lost the Presidential election is not the way to cement any type of future in politics.

Imagine if McCain had won. Is her behavior now a result of the failure? Or is it just because she was a time bomb and would've done this regardless?

BUT, comparing her to Sotomayor, or really any other woman in politics that I've come across in the years past, I think overall she's unprofessional and...girly. Not that professionalism is synonymous with masculinity, but even Michelle Obama is stronger and more poised than Sarah Palin and her only job is to be the first wife, raise some kids, and support charity or something.

Also, Hillary Clinton may wear hideous suits and has a helmet for hair, but at least she maintained her professionalism post-loss and is continuing to do what she do (and you do what you can do about it). I didn't like her that much, though.

Here's that article.

ALORS, gonna go paint. FUCK, ALSO MISSING ALEXA CHUNG RIGHT NOW.

Dolores Haze/ Seymour Glass

If ever there were a time when pedophilia could be described as beautiful, it would be because of Lolita, and for that I feel like there's something wrong with me.

So far, there exist two books that I've liked enough to actually read more than once: Lolita and The Bell Jar, and they're both pretty disturbing. I can't relate at all to either of them because I neither fetishize children nor have I ever tried to kill myself.

They're like Montel Williams for the generations before us that were still interested in reading n'shit. People have always gotten off to the unfortunate, to the ridiculous, bizarre, outlandish, inhumane, gross, bloody, disgusting, and and and and....

And so, I guess, do I.

I'd read Catcher in the Rye again, but I'm pretty sure that's not much better. A Separate Peace?

I remember reading J.D. Salinger's Nine Stories for English class my junior year in high school. Everyone thought the bananafish was some sort of innuendo (OF THE SEXUAL VARIETY) and I remember not even having caught that at all. 

But that was my favorite story of the nine, and although there's nothing sexual or bizarre about his interactions with the little girl at the beach, the guy shoots himself in the head at the end. PTSD, mes amis (JOHN HOLDUN IT RHYMES).

What's wrong with me? Or everyone--these are classics, right?

SART

So, today I've done a lot of nothing; actually that's not true at all. I woke up, did some makeshift yoga, went to the eye doctor and had a job interview (finally), and now I'm sitting at my desk in the ever-lovely West Chester, Ohio waiting on my mom to get home and make me dinner (ohhhhh, the perks of being home). I think the fact that I'm wearing sweatpants is the reason I feel like I've been largely unproductive today.

I wish that always worked--I could just throw on a Snuggie and feel like the maelstrom that is life is somehow nonexistent or distant, at least.

ANYWAY, the reason I decided to write today (after so, so long) is because of the most recent Sartorialist post, a style profile on stylist and contributing Teen Vogue fashion editor Aya T. Kanai. I had never heard of her before, really, but I think her style is incredible and what she has to say about it is even better. I'm a fan of throwing crazy, edgy, trendy, colorful, ridiculous, etc. things in with classics, and I think she does it particularly well, specifically with the floral combat boots (which I've been trying to find for ages now--turns out they don't make them for cheap assholes like myself) and the metallic dress.

But don't take my word for it, look for yourself: Aya, June 3, 2009. You'll have to scroll, I think. 

Also, I think I'm going to start writing more often. I neeeeeed it, I feel like any style I used to have is slowly going out the window and, because this is something I actually might want to do with my life, I should try to make amends with it before it ditches me completely.

BISES (this one's staying.)