At the Met today they had works of art shrouded in black cloth to commemorate world AID’s day. I thought this was a very moving gesture, though wondered, how did they choose which works to cover? Why the Cézanne and not the van Gogh?
Paper Tiger
It’s world AIDs day and I’m thinking about the great Cookie Mueller. Her words: “Fortunately I am not the first person to tell you that you will never die. You simply lose your body. You will be the same except you won’t have to worry about rent or mortgages or fashionable clothes. You will be released from sexual obsessions. You will not have drug addictions. You will not need alcohol. You will not have to worry about cellulite or cigarettes or cancer or AIDS or venereal disease. You will be free.”
Maxwell - “This Woman’s Work” (Kate Bush cover)
“Kate Bush is the bomb.”
We watched this Unplugged on my 17th birthday in Dan’s finished basement. Boy and girl alike, we were enthralled and kept saying something like “Damn, Maxwell is so smooth!” I think Fiona Apple came on right after. She danced weird. My teenage social life could probably be mapped through a series of events that occurred in finished basements (my family didn’t have one).
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Thanks, Nick Crocker.
There’s a lot to miss about Austin. And there’s a lot I’m going to miss about New York. But right now looking at pictures of my apartment I feel like I’m looking at photos of an old lover. I’m all wistful for this space that is all mine. No sharing. Just mine all alone.
My 2 year-old nephew keeps begging “Aunt Katie, please…the bathroom!” And then digging his face into my lap. I take him to the bathroom again and again but lo and behold, he doesn’t need to go—he wants to watch me go. I oblige. He’s the most adorable perv ever.
Home
It is really nice to be back in Iowa. My Dad made the most beautiful bouillabaisse and it tasted beyond terrific. On the car ride home from the airport, though, I was grateful it was dark out. In the back seat I could roll my eyes without anyone noticing. It’s amazing how easily and willfully I revert back to my teenage self. Like it was just waiting for me there at the airport. Oh hi Katie from 15 years ago, you’re still here?! It’s okay, I’m fighting it.
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I couldn’t get the song I wanted to play to load for some reason. This one is real good too, though.
Getatchew Kassa, Tezeta Slow
