the Super Bowl vs. Miranda July
Holy shit we made it 😁
We are now well into February!
I had this thing mostly drafted by, like, 1pm, but I figured why try to compete with the Super Bowl. Everyone must be running around making guacamole, no? What time does that thing even start?? Also, I had a crazy realization that nothing bad will happen to me if the newsletter doesn't go out on the first.
Then I received a "tick tock" text from my buddy Lauren O.
Followed by "TONIGHT" "DON'T CHEAT"
So. Here it is.... Your friendly Feb 1 installment, brought to you on Feb 1.
Thank you, friends, for caring. And for calling me on my shit.
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This month in marriage: I've been attempting to "train" Ricky using exotic animal trainers' techniques. I think I'm actually just training myself.
This month in movies: I didn't expect to like Citizenfour; I thought blah blah internet blah blah security.... But it was RIVETING. When the lights came up after 114 short minutes, I wished that it would keep on going. I'm rooting for Laura Poitras to win the Oscar for best documentary feature, though I haven't seen any of the other nominated docs.
This month in print: Per reader request (and because I'm a fan of Miranda July), I got my hands on a copy of MJ's "The First Bad Man," which is even weirder than I expected. It reads like a precocious 12-year-old's attempt to write an adult novel. If, like me, you are drawn in by sentences such as, "I strolled through the parking garage and into the elevator, pressing 12 with a casual, fun-loving finger. The kind of finger that was up for anything...." get this book! You will dig it! If, however, you'd be put off by descriptions of "wet puss" and "stiff member[s]" and peeing into Chinese takeout containers, you might do better to skip it.
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xoxo,
Laramie
We are now well into February!
I had this thing mostly drafted by, like, 1pm, but I figured why try to compete with the Super Bowl. Everyone must be running around making guacamole, no? What time does that thing even start?? Also, I had a crazy realization that nothing bad will happen to me if the newsletter doesn't go out on the first.
Then I received a "tick tock" text from my buddy Lauren O.
Followed by "TONIGHT" "DON'T CHEAT"
So. Here it is.... Your friendly Feb 1 installment, brought to you on Feb 1.
Thank you, friends, for caring. And for calling me on my shit.
--
This month in marriage: I've been attempting to "train" Ricky using exotic animal trainers' techniques. I think I'm actually just training myself.
This month in movies: I didn't expect to like Citizenfour; I thought blah blah internet blah blah security.... But it was RIVETING. When the lights came up after 114 short minutes, I wished that it would keep on going. I'm rooting for Laura Poitras to win the Oscar for best documentary feature, though I haven't seen any of the other nominated docs.
This month in print: Per reader request (and because I'm a fan of Miranda July), I got my hands on a copy of MJ's "The First Bad Man," which is even weirder than I expected. It reads like a precocious 12-year-old's attempt to write an adult novel. If, like me, you are drawn in by sentences such as, "I strolled through the parking garage and into the elevator, pressing 12 with a casual, fun-loving finger. The kind of finger that was up for anything...." get this book! You will dig it! If, however, you'd be put off by descriptions of "wet puss" and "stiff member[s]" and peeing into Chinese takeout containers, you might do better to skip it.
--
xoxo,
Laramie
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