I wish I had some kind of combination life coach/archivist. Or at least didn’t care so much about learning things. Or possibly I should just be smoking cigarettes more.
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I think I may go back to writing on paper, because my brain is seriously not disciplined enough to sit in front of the computer all day. I write two sentences, then I check my Google Reader. Then I write another sentence, then I become incomprehensibly worried that my Tumblarity might have dropped. Then I delete that last sentence and spend the next hour looking at all the links posted by the 400 people I’m following on Twitter. It’s kind of really fucking annoying.
Here is just a smattering of the things that are distracting me today:
A hairy gay creative writing professor/vegetarian porn star who likes The Dismemberment Plan, The Cardigans AND Patricia Highsmith? Hello, Dreamy McDreamsicles! Or Conner Habib, which I guess is what he technically answers to. (Oh, and did I mention that he’s effing gorgeous?)
Speaking of people with whom I’d like to make whoopie, I’m a little smitten today with Ersan Ilyasova of the Milwaukee Bucks. I don’t know anything about basketball, but at some point just before bed last night I found a photo of him here.
Also in sporting news, sometimes when I see iPhone photos of famous people I can’t distinguish them from iPhone photos of unfamous people. So forgive me for not recognizing baseball player Grady Sizemore the first 5 times I first saw this visual pun about teabagging. Actually, who am I kidding? I have no idea who the hell he is.
Kind of like how when I stumble across celebrity porn fakes there’s about a 90% chance that I won’t be able to actually identify the person whose head is photoshopped on. (The Daniel Craig one is pretty hilarious, though.)
I want more or less everything in the Art of Manliness Holiday Gift Guide. But mainly Filson’s Mackinaw Cruiser, the tweed radio and the leather bag. You know, if you were wondering.
The Chronicle of Higher Education looks at boys.
There’s a Blur documentary coming out early next year, in the UK at least. This is the kind of thing I would fly to the UK to see, if I were a wealthy jetsetter and not an underemployed “creative.”
Elizabeth Fraser of the Cocteau Twins does her first interview in forever.
The Pet Shop Boys have a Christmas EP coming out soon, and they’re releasing parts of the new Christmas single a little bit each day.
Natalia Antonova writes about Lolita over at The Second Pass. (Sadly, her thoughts on the novel aren’t accompanied by a Sasha Grey spread the way that Roger Ebert’s was.)
And finally, Videogum gets to the heart of something that’s been on my mind for weeks now: What the hell is the deal with those Sherlock Holmes Taquito ads at 7-11?
[Connor Habib photo via his Facebook]
You know what I love? Airports. I love everything about them, from the formality of security checkpoints to the strange exclusivity of semi-private TGI Friday’s locations. And how can you not love all the giant windows separating you (or saving you) from your destination? And how about those moving walkways? And all the bad public art? And the occasional glimpes of stylish people carrying stylish luggage dotted among the masses of bedraggled people carrying ordinary luggage? And let’s not even get started on flight attendant uniforms.
I also kind of automatically like tmovies and videos that play up airport imagery, even when they’re not as good as they should be (which they usually aren’t: View From The Top, Britney’s Toxic video, etc…)
But seriously, how adorable is the clip for this new Emmanuelle Seigner single? I love it, especially the slo-mo part in the middle.
(via Filles Sourires)
