OMG it's Sara Katherine!

whitneyinthecity: SKR and I actually got out of bed before 10...

Sat, 31 Jul 2010 16:21:30 -0400

SKR and I actually got out of bed before 10 a.m. on a Saturday (gasp!) to prepare for a fiesta we’re throwing tonight. Obviously, sombreros were a necessity.

Party Supplies

Sat, 31 Jul 2010 15:09:03 -0400

Party Supplies

The Jackson 5, “Who’s Loving You?”

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 16:03:52 -0400

The Jackson 5, “Who’s Loving You?”

Whit and I are hosting a wild Mexican-themed fiesta on our...

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 13:26:00 -0400

Whit and I are hosting a wild Mexican-themed fiesta on our rooftop Saturday evening, and it’s possible I am more excited about this inflatable sombrero cooler from Party City than the actual party.

Midnight Moon Over Manhattan Or, the always-inspiring view from...

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:39:00 -0400

Midnight Moon Over Manhattan

Or, the always-inspiring view from my bedroom window.

Antoine Dodson, you are my hero.

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 23:31:00 -0400

Antoine Dodson, you are my hero. :

I’ve watched this video at least 4859405 times and I laugh maniacally EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Someone please get this man a reality show.

“Between Two Ferns” with Zach Galifianakis and Steve...

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 11:48:00 -0400

“Between Two Ferns” with Zach Galifianakis and Steve Carell. Quality entertainment.

IN VINO VERITAS

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 23:19:28 -0400

I used to love it—
the first hit at the back of the neck.
The promise of love,
of poetry, of sex—
all in the chime and tinkle
of the mouth-blown glass.

What was I looking for
in those crystal depths?
Transport to
a realm
of pure spirit?
Transparency?
Transcendence?
It was never there.

But I remember
the dream.
Dear God, may
I find it again
with my own elixir.

[Erica Jong]

Just your typical Wednesday morning uterus update. So excited...

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 12:33:00 -0400

Just your typical Wednesday morning uterus update.

So excited for my darling Boobear! Her little one is starting to look more like a real baby and less like a blob of goo.

My pretty city peering through the Central Park trees tonight. I...

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 00:23:00 -0400

My pretty city peering through the Central Park trees tonight.

I think New York might just love me back.

With BKD who was kind enough to invite me to the show and then...

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 00:12:00 -0400

With BKD who was kind enough to invite me to the show and then watch me stalk Chace Crawford the entire time.

Chace Crawford was a few feet away from us @ the concert! This...

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 23:54:00 -0400

Chace Crawford was a few feet away from us @ the concert!

This is him trying to eye-fuck me. Or possibly someone else.

The Black Keys @ Central Park’s SummerStage tonight!

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 23:51:00 -0400

The Black Keys @ Central Park’s SummerStage tonight!

The cast of MTV’s Jersey Shore ring the opening bell at the New...

Tue, 27 Jul 2010 12:10:00 -0400

The cast of MTV’s Jersey Shore ring the opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange & the closing bell at the end of civilization as we know it. [thedailywhat & bwe.]

Cartoon of the Day (newyorker)

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 17:20:54 -0400

Cartoon of the Day (newyorker)

Citizen Cope, “Sideways”

Sun, 25 Jul 2010 22:49:18 -0400

Citizen Cope, “Sideways”

Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying swiftly moved into my top five...

Sun, 25 Jul 2010 17:03:00 -0400

Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying swiftly moved into my top five favorite books this past week, which is not an easy feat. While most novels about New York and writing and sex typically peak my interest, Jong fictionalizes these subjects in the most sensational, staggering and seductive, ahead-of-her-time way that made me fall madly in love with her. She is an intrepid literary heroine and I saw a lot of myself in her twenty-something misadventures and struggles with writing. It is safe to say that Fear of Flying is one of those books that will forever change the way I write and the way I feel about myself intellectually, sexually and spiritually.

A few passages I underlined while reading:

Why can’t my suffering at least be dignified? When other writers suffer it’s epic or avant-garde, but when I suffer it’s slapstick.

It was as if my stomach thought of itself as a heart. And no matter how I filled it — with men, with books, with food, with gingerbread cookies shaped like men and poems shaped like men and men shaped like poems –- it refused to be still. Unfillable — that’s what I was. Nymphomania of the brain. Starvation of the heart.

As a seasoned insomniac, I knew sometimes the way to beat sleeplessness was to outwit it: to pretend you didn’t care about sleeping. Then sometimes sleep became piqued, like a rejected lover, and crept up to try to seduce you.

There are no atheists on turbulent airplanes.

If you were female and talented, life was a trap no matter which way you turned. Either you drowned in domesticity (and had Walter Mittyish fantasies of escape) or you longed for domesticity in all your art. You could never escape your femaleness. You had conflict written in your very blood.

I wanted to write about the whole world. I wanted to write War and Peace—or nothing.

I languished in utter frustration, thinking that the subjects I knew about were “trivial” and “feminine” — while the subjects I knew nothing of were “profound” and “masculine.” No matter what I did, I felt I was bound to fail. Either I would fail by writing or fail by not writing. I was paralyzed.

I was the one they counted on to write out their fantasies. I was the one they counted on to tell funny stories about her former lovers. I was the one they envied in public and laughed at in private.

It’s only when you’re forbidden to talk about the future that you suddenly realize how much the future normally occupies the present.

The loneliness of writing terrified me. I looked for every excuse to escape. I had so sense of myself as a writer and no faith in my ability. I could not see then that I had been writing all my life.

I stand in the mist and cry, thinking of myself standing in the mist and crying, and wondering if I will ever be able to use this experience in a book.

Life has no plot. It is far more interesting than anything you can say about it.

"[Michelle Obama] has done her part for the fashion industry as an intelligent, beautiful first lady...."

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 11:23:55 -0400

“[Michelle Obama] has done her part for the fashion industry as an intelligent, beautiful first lady. It’s about time we had a hot first lady. It’s the first time in 50 years that people look like they’ve had sex in the White House.”

- Kelly Cutrone [NYP]

Saturday. 10AM. Morning run along the Hudson. I am infinitely...

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 11:06:00 -0400

Saturday. 10AM. Morning run along the Hudson.

I am infinitely more awesome than I thought I was.

[The Women]

Fri, 23 Jul 2010 17:16:46 -0400

Mary: When you are not looking and you are not thinking, you're going meet that man you want to marry. And that will be that.
Sylvia: I'm the man I want to marry. THAT's the problem.