the best costume for the day

i was going to post richard buckner song, as i have been listening to him nonstop lately, but i'm not going to. or then i was going to write about how i watched grey gardens last night and perhaps i should be wearing headscargs all the time now or about how i watched the ballad of jack and rose and how greater, tender, dada, uh huh, blahblah it was [AND how daniel day-lewis is just getting better with age]. i can't. i need a fucking day off from media consumption. man. what you maybe don't know about me is that i'm not one of those people who tears through movie after movie [i've seen way less movies than you], not one of those kids who devours a new record a day. no, not in the least. i'm lucky if i find and like a new record a month. i used to hate this about myself, but now i've accepted it. blahblah. more internal consumption. it grows tiresome, grabbing at everything around you like hungry hungry hippos. but man, grey gardens is totally swirling around my head the morning. listen to an audio clip of ms. little edie bouvier beale singing "don't throw bouquets at me," an excerpt from the film. here.


two days until nyc. today, tomorrow, and friday doesn't count. living in a state of "waiting" is invisible, but it's absolutely unmatched. watching a movie is no longer simply watching a movie, but instead it becomes passing the time waiting watching a movie. life's so staccato sometimes, which is great and exciting. i, however, find it nearly unbearable.

i'm being dragged to the house downriver. goodbye, wednesday.