The Hit List 5/8/06

I don't know how it happened, but somewhere down the road I turned into a long, rambling writer. Where I once found it hard to embellish my sentences, literary rosettes and florid references have blossomed. This is a very bad thing. Only skilled writers can keep these embellishments from becoming gaudy jewels pinned on tweed. Take that how ever you will.

But more to the point, this post is just some random stuff I want to put down, and have decided to throw together:

Allow me to indulge in a witticism that probably isn't that witty and probably is unconsciously "internalized" or stolen from someone else: APs are like running a marathon through the crevices of your brain for 3 hours. I have 2 more marathons left.

Think of a waifish, Scandanavian, woman-child songstress. Got Björk? No, I'm not here to talk about Björk whom I've sincerely tried to like and could not. With less grunge and more elegance, Ane Brun has managed to linger in my mind like no other music since Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The fluid piano tracks fuse with a twang of guitar to create a melancholy and languidness that simply drifts on...

I've read 10 pages of Everything is Illuminated and have absolutely fallen in love with Jonathan Safran Foer's prose. Actually, to give credit where it's due, I should say I have fallen in love with Alexander Petrov's "sublimely butchered English."

Yesterday night, I also found a new limerant object in Anna Karina. Those kohl-lined eyes, the patrician cheekbones, the straight black bob that Uma Thurman paid homage to in Pulp Fiction convey a beguiling and striking persona. Her collaborations with Godard are jumping to the top of my Netflix queue (if I ever get it of course).

My brother seems to really like jelly beans for some reason. Despite being repulsed by jelly beans since eating a boogie-flavored Harry Potter one, I decided to steal one from my brother. I picked a pure, clean white one--how gross can it be, I thought? White just means marshmallow or vanilla right? As it turns out, "very" and "no" are the respective answers. The flavor was so foul that the best I can surmise is a pina colada gone horribly wrong. I promptly spit it out.