1. I saw Angelyne today, for real! She was driving her hot pink corvette down Sunset Blvd in front of Amoeba and it was totally fucking rad and all of my dreams have come true.
2. I am thinking of embarking on a foolhardy, conceivably futile task. No, it is not to find true love. It is to watch all of the films for which Edith Head has been costume designer, in chronological order. And obviously I will blog this experience. This is foolhardy because Edith Head has done the costumes for over four hundred films. It could potentially be my life’s work.
3. Hey, look what the internet made for me! A gallery of beards for me to have crushes on! I fucking love the internet!
4. Immaculate Machine! I’d forgotten how much I love that band, and then today, I remembered.
5. I was listening to the episode of This American Life from, like, two weeks ago and there was a story about this woman who had a spreadsheet of all of her romantic encounters, which was kind of validating, because, hey, I’ve got one of those, too! And she managed to explain exactly what is so great about such a spreadsheet, something I hadn’t really been able to put my finger on: when you reduce each jackass to a number, it becomes so much less traumatizing and so much more containable. AND DID YOU KNOW: Angelyne has apparently recorded a song called “I Always Keep a List of All the Guys I Kiss.” Did you like what I did there? How I brought everything full circle? Yeah, I know. I’m pretty awesome.
I think making a spreadsheet for musicology jobs has the same effect. In many ways, that kind of rejection is of the worst type, especially when there is so much courtship involved.
Not that this is all about me, or anything…
Yeah. There’s just something about list-making that makes everything so much more manageable. I really enjoy turning my angst into little nuggets of emotionless data.