moving!

this blog is moving to tumblr. stay tuned.

name that tune.

even though I love new music, I find myself listening to the same stuff over and over. curious about how many times I'd heard "Cool Jerk," recently, since it seems like I hear it all the effing time, I sorted my music by "plays." now, there is some discrepancy about what counts as a "play." theories abound. also, some songs I have obviously listened to have "zero" plays. no comprendo. i don't know how it works or when iTunes starts counting, and i suspect that when you update iTunes, you lose all your previous plays.

anyway! here are my top tracks. I love that Little Boots and Little Richard are next to each other.

a lady needs to get a handle on her cycle.

I hate my fucking bike. After by beloved Hello Kitty bike was stolen -- and the Schwinn Winwood was stolen, too -- I bought a hundred dollar Huffy, and I just hate it. I am dreaming of something pretty, functional, comfortable, and with the potential to put a small brown chihuahua in the basket.

Some options:



Linus Dutchi $425ish



PublicJ7 $495ish


Republic Plato $399ish


Flying Pigeon $350ish



Electra Amsterdam $493ish



And, le crème de la crème: the Pashley Princess Sovereign, $1,295.00

AS IF.

As if I had money to spend. As if I won't end up buying a budget bike from

girl, don't bother with him. seriously. just have some häagen-dazs.

apropos!

the best.

another vintage postcard.

Date: 1966

this happened.

not muff diving. muff seeking.

i lost my muff when i moved.
i don't know where it went.
i bought it at a flea market in philadelphia and it was very old, slightly worn but gorgeous.
silver fox.
now that it's gone and my mittens are meh i think about that muff all the time.
maybe i need a new muff.
saw a gorgeous vintage red fox one on ebay… didn't bid. sold for $15. kicked myself.
cute faux fur ones on etsy, but more barrel-shaped; i want pillow-shaped.

it's cold.
i want to look like this:



or this:



instead i look like this:


more or less. exaggeration, maybe.

well, the last two days fucking sucked.

is it really only tuesday?

party animals.

eyeballs to entrails

old school.

i am so, so, so obsessed with the library of congress digital collection of prints and photographs. this image is from 1899!

description:

[Four African American women seated on steps of building at Atlanta University, Georgia]

i know that the image above is black and white…
and you can't tell what those ensembles really look like…
and i am definitely NOT saying that things were better back then…
but isn't it fairly safe to say that the image below constitutes a downgrade?

vintage postcard.

dated 1971.

show me your teeth.

I dreamed my teeth fell out. It was so vivid; one by one they started dropping out, and I carried them in my hand, trying not to smile. I used to dream about my teeth falling out when I was in college, trying to write my screenplay so I could graduate. Classic anxiety dream. Not fun. I certainly wish I'd dreamed about hot gay vampires in leather instead.