Sunday, July 17, 2005
collected thoughts that I would like to release
1. I want to see "Wedding Crashers" as soon as I possibly can. Just looking at Owen Wilson's face makes me laugh. That scene in the TV commercials where he says all sincerely to some girl: "They say we only use 10% of our brains...but I think we only use 10% of our HEARTS" just kills me.
2. I hate Pauly Shore. Whatever made him famous in the early 90s is even more annoying now. I hate the ads for his new show. At the risk of being uncharitable to my fellow humankind, I hope it gets cancelled.
3. Nicole and I went to Boston this weekend to see the Dinosaur Jr. show. We stopped at a rest stop in Connecticut and there were some college boys in long khaki shorts, pastel-colored polo shirts and Birkenstocks. They walked past us and I said to Nicole, "That's what they're going to look like in Boston, only probably better-dressed. No Birkenstocks." I thought I left enough time after they passed so they wouldn't hear me. That's the only explanation for the fact that when we got on the road, all these guys were piled in a shiny VW, passing us on the left and making faces and taking pictures of us. I passed them and gave them the universal vagina symbol (my alternative to the finger). Then they passed me again, cut me off in the left lane and put on their hazzards. All at 70 mph. After that I was done because they were being super reckless. It sucked and was weird. I considered calling the cops on them but decided to let karma do it's work, ha ha.
4. Our hotel was near Fenway park and little did we know that the Sox were playing the Yankees on Friday night. The club was across from the stadium and we found ourselves in the midst of Red Sox madness. I have never seen anything like it. I don't really hang out at Yankee stadium so I don't know if it is the same here but the fandom there was so consuming, so pervasive. It's interesting how Fenway is right in the middle of the city, which makes the whole thing such a "scene" in a way I can't imagine any other stadium being. On the way to the club we passed the "cask n flagon" which you may know is the official Sox-watching bar.
After the show, the game was also letting out.
The streets were filled with grungey Dinosaur Jr. fans and Sox fans. Weird. Well, we all had boozin' in common, if nothing else.
5. The Dinosaur Jr. show was awesome. I am not a fan, exactly, but they played really well. J. Mascis's voice sounds exactly the same live as it does recorded. They played so well, everything was so tight. It felt as if when they record, they must just go into the studio, lay it down, and leave. No postproduction necessary. I felt like writing J. Mascis a thank-you-note for the very nice show he put on.
6. On the way back to NY on Saturday we pulled off I-95 south in Connecticut (exit 40 if you are interested) to the Penthouse Boutique. There were lots of billboards and we were curious. A place called V.I.P. (advertising plus-size lingerie) was at exit 42 but Penthouse Boutique boasted "easy on, easy off" the highway, which we liked in terms of convenience and irony. The store was very tidy and big. They had novelty items like penis-shaped keychains and sex manuals from the 70s. Also a large selection of naughty clothes that you could actually get anywhere here south of 14th street. I saw a schoolgirl kilt for $60. What a rip. They also had jackets like these:
They had a lot of DVDs and magazines, as well as dildos and stuff. They had typical bondage accessories like whips, but also those things that you strap on someone's face and then there's like a ball in their mouth. Whatever that's called. They also had a mini vibrator that cost $5 and only required one battery. Self-love for spendthrifts! Anyhow we didn't get anything but we did manhandle a lot of the merchandise, so to speak, and checked out the clientele-- subtly of course, without objectifying anyone. Mostly we were just interested in the location and advertising for this place. Sex shops in the city don't seem as interesting as sex shops off I-95 advertised on billboards.
Anyhow, that's the report from Boston.
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2. I hate Pauly Shore. Whatever made him famous in the early 90s is even more annoying now. I hate the ads for his new show. At the risk of being uncharitable to my fellow humankind, I hope it gets cancelled.
3. Nicole and I went to Boston this weekend to see the Dinosaur Jr. show. We stopped at a rest stop in Connecticut and there were some college boys in long khaki shorts, pastel-colored polo shirts and Birkenstocks. They walked past us and I said to Nicole, "That's what they're going to look like in Boston, only probably better-dressed. No Birkenstocks." I thought I left enough time after they passed so they wouldn't hear me. That's the only explanation for the fact that when we got on the road, all these guys were piled in a shiny VW, passing us on the left and making faces and taking pictures of us. I passed them and gave them the universal vagina symbol (my alternative to the finger). Then they passed me again, cut me off in the left lane and put on their hazzards. All at 70 mph. After that I was done because they were being super reckless. It sucked and was weird. I considered calling the cops on them but decided to let karma do it's work, ha ha.
4. Our hotel was near Fenway park and little did we know that the Sox were playing the Yankees on Friday night. The club was across from the stadium and we found ourselves in the midst of Red Sox madness. I have never seen anything like it. I don't really hang out at Yankee stadium so I don't know if it is the same here but the fandom there was so consuming, so pervasive. It's interesting how Fenway is right in the middle of the city, which makes the whole thing such a "scene" in a way I can't imagine any other stadium being. On the way to the club we passed the "cask n flagon" which you may know is the official Sox-watching bar.
After the show, the game was also letting out.
The streets were filled with grungey Dinosaur Jr. fans and Sox fans. Weird. Well, we all had boozin' in common, if nothing else.
5. The Dinosaur Jr. show was awesome. I am not a fan, exactly, but they played really well. J. Mascis's voice sounds exactly the same live as it does recorded. They played so well, everything was so tight. It felt as if when they record, they must just go into the studio, lay it down, and leave. No postproduction necessary. I felt like writing J. Mascis a thank-you-note for the very nice show he put on.
6. On the way back to NY on Saturday we pulled off I-95 south in Connecticut (exit 40 if you are interested) to the Penthouse Boutique. There were lots of billboards and we were curious. A place called V.I.P. (advertising plus-size lingerie) was at exit 42 but Penthouse Boutique boasted "easy on, easy off" the highway, which we liked in terms of convenience and irony. The store was very tidy and big. They had novelty items like penis-shaped keychains and sex manuals from the 70s. Also a large selection of naughty clothes that you could actually get anywhere here south of 14th street. I saw a schoolgirl kilt for $60. What a rip. They also had jackets like these:
They had a lot of DVDs and magazines, as well as dildos and stuff. They had typical bondage accessories like whips, but also those things that you strap on someone's face and then there's like a ball in their mouth. Whatever that's called. They also had a mini vibrator that cost $5 and only required one battery. Self-love for spendthrifts! Anyhow we didn't get anything but we did manhandle a lot of the merchandise, so to speak, and checked out the clientele-- subtly of course, without objectifying anyone. Mostly we were just interested in the location and advertising for this place. Sex shops in the city don't seem as interesting as sex shops off I-95 advertised on billboards.
Anyhow, that's the report from Boston.
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