no wonder i liked them both

http://www.nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2011/10/martha_marcy_may_melancholia.html?imw=Y&f=most-viewed-24h5

2012- suck it and see

And now for my resolutions because I am a savage.

1. Stop eating cheese. I believe it was Courtney Love who once said that cheese is nothing but delicious lard. Agreed.

2. Stop lusting after dishwashers and line cooks.

3. Continue working out regularly.

4. Start washing face, flossing daily. Basically stop being absolutely disgusting. Then maybe I won't need botox to cover up my Leonardo DiCaprio wrinkles.

5. Finish my graduate school career summa cum laude.

6. Write EVERY SINGLE DAY. Maybe this year I'll get it.

7. Read everything.

8. Get a full time teaching job.

9. Maybe start planning out when I'll get surgery on my foot.

10. Get better at speaking Spanish!

2011 best songs

I haven't been as engaged this year with new stuff because of my wedding and grad school, but it wouldn't be right if I didn't reflect on the year a little bit. Here are my picks for best 2011 songs.

10. Weekend- Smith Westerns. Typical, Brittany. Typical.

9. He Gets Me High- Dum Dum Girls. I like the way they describe falling for a guy. It's pretty accurate.

8. Jesus Fever- Kurt Vile. Big up to Philly. Kurt Vile's the perfect music for wearing fair isle sweaters and walking in the snow or damp, rainy winter weather.

7. Super Bass- Nicki Minaj. This song is zany, crazed, sweet, and addictive like the candy-color pink of Minaj's hair on her album's cover. I am from now on referring to hot men as "pelican fly."

6. Headlines- Drake. I like his voice because it's quiet and low, and the hook gets in your head.

5. Meet Me in the City- The Babies. This song reminds me of living in Brooklyn, feeling the garage-rock rush of bumping into and meeting dirty-haired, hipster-clad members of the opposite sex. The yelp of excitement that opens the track begins the adrenaline-laced search for caution-to-the-wing fun that can only be found in this city, godforsaken as it is.

4. Judas- Lady Gaga. I have been there, both spiritually and romantically, though I think Gaga's talking much more in the metaphorical sense here. You've got the perfect saint of guy but all you want is to bathe in a bucket of beer with a filthy animal. That pretty much sums up my pre-marriage sex life. Gaga redeems herself by showing remorse through this song. I used to write poetry. Don't think girls don't know they pick the wrong guy when they pick the asshole. We deserve the tidal wave knock out.

3. Suck It and See- Arctic Monkeys. Alex Turner has a way with words, and his cheeky poetry turned lyrics is clever, flippant, and brilliant. Not to mention, the kid's hot so a lot of girls would like to follow the imperative of the track's title. Surprisingly, "Suck it and See" seems a little bit like a last ditch anthem; why not give it a go, we've got nothing to lose in the way of love.

2. Life is Simple in the Moonlight- The Strokes. This is one of the only Casablancas-solo songs in terms of writing on the latest Strokes album, and it's definitely the best. The melancholy, dreamlike soundscape draws you in and keeps you because you can almost reach Jules' voice through the mist-- that buzz that has defined the Strokes sound since their birth. Talk about animals on TV and brooding telephone calls ends with the adamant "Don't try to stop us, get out of the way!" Don't count my boys out.

1. Jamie Marie- Girls. The plaintive guitar and simple, sad vocals hit home honestly, poetically. For anyone who's ever regretted leaving behind an old, tired love for his chance to move on up in the "modern world," this is the song you can sing to yourself when you feel bad about your choice, wise, selfish, necessary or not.

melancholia

I have been a severe Kirsten Dunst fan since The Virgin Suicides. People who think she's not good should go watch Melancholia. She kicks ass.

double standard

For the one person who still reads my blog (I'd love to know who you are, btw)...

double standard, los angeles, 1961

2.12.08

“smart women cook with gas

in balanced power homes.”

the queen of the billboards,

brown hair in a sleek bouffant, smiles

slyly down at the men pumping

gas, their fingernails dirty, and hers

clean and red. she’d never let

any of them zip up her little black

dress or clasp a strand of pearls

behind her neck. she straddles

two standard gas station signs,

and the men rub their bellies. they hear

her whisper “fill it up, big boy.”

she is smart, but she doesn’t want

to cook pot roasts or casseroles

anymore. she wants to rip off her dress

and put on some blue jeans,

hole up in a house on the coast

and write urban memories

into the pages of a clean

leather- bound book, but she’s

stuck half way into the sky,

painted by an artist who does

the billboard jobs for easy cash.

to her right there is a road

and another one shoots

beyond the horizon on the left.

she watches the car lights

each night and can almost follow them

to the ocean. if she could throw

her embroidered pink apron into the kitchen

disposal she could run

or steal the long-haired man’s motorcycle

when he goes inside to pay.

What do wheels do when they reach

the edge of santa monica—

i died a Little Bit Tonight

no one will ever be better.

also...

in case anyone was wondering, the ghoul still roams the streets.

with a flip phone.

#cameinmypants