Welcome to a brand spanking new Wordsmoker feature, Word of the Day. I’ve never understood the word spanking used in that context, but I like saying it. Spanking. Brand spanking new. Spanking clean. Is it just me or is it warm in here? I digress.
I am not depressed.
Lucky me, right?
Yet depression has become an inalienable presence in my life over the past few months and its impact has been devastating.
In May 2008, I gave birth to my second daughter. She died during labour. There was no reason, no explanation. She was perfect, but she died.
My husband spoke at her funeral. As he struggled to articulate his feeling of loss, my then 20-month-old daughter piped up: Daddy’s crying.
1. I was homeschooled until 7th grade. Class started at 9 AM, and I had to wear a uniform. Once a month, my sister and I would have to sing the school song.
2. I only like watching TV (or movies) when it’s dark out, or at least rainy. Watching TV on a nice day makes me feel literally dirty, like I need to go take a shower.
In which Your Faithful Baroness shares unusual anecdotes from the vast library of Warhol literature, with its sprawling cast of characters.
The dark, strange, funny, pervy or glam: Your Day In Warhol Marginalia.
1968: LOU REED AND BILLY NAME HAVE SEX.
Billy Name: “My favorite remembrance of Lou was at the second Factory. Lou came and everything and was getting ready to go and I said, ‘Wait a minute, I didn’t come.’ So I made him sit on my face and he said grudgingly ‘Okay,’ so I could get off. So it was a playful relationship. But he could turn it off. I would never turn it off… He was a brat. Other than that, the relationship was purely bonding, real friends, love and respectful, really into art and esoteric literature and very young type things.”
Lou Reed: The Biography by Victor Bockris (1995), p.170
Via Warholstars.org
(Funnily, I’ve heard Laurie Anderson has the same complaint. Selfish!)
Making the internet rounds: an AIG executive accused of a 500m fraud was sentenced to 4 years. An eagle-eyed Reddit user found that the article describing the sentence was appearing just above an article showing that a homeless man had gotten 15 years for stealing 100 dollars from a bank. Finally! The perfect meme for the failings of our justice system! Uh, no:
I’m not sure what it is precisely I find so arresting about former U.S. Senator from South Dakota Tom Daschle’s red spectacles. Have you gotten a load of these things? Did he really leap from his desk one day, scattering coloring books everywhere, and pop over to the Tyson’s Corner LensCrafters, where the real nice salesgal helped him pick out some snappy frames?
No-Nonsense Naked Naughty Nimble Nazi With Knock-Out Nipples And No Nightwear Needs Nice Naive Nerd To Nibble On Her Nude Nether Regions While Navigating Narration In Her Native Tongue As She Neatly Negotiates Her Near Neurosis Of Not Knowing Nouns Or Newfangled Names – Never Mind His Newbie Nausea When She’s Nabbed And Nailed In A No-Contest By A Noble Notary; It’s Neither Necessary, Non-Negotiable Nor Nerve-Racking Now We Know For Sure She’s Notorious, Nightmarish And Nasty.
1. According to my parents, I was a huge fan of Country Calendar when I was a baby, which supposedly accounts for why my first word was ‘quack’.
2. The first boy I ever kissed was a Japanese punk, and I was fifteen.
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Well, we don’t run a blame culture at Wordsmoker, but really – it’s all your fault.
Yep. You.
I admit it. I
Further demonstrating that doctors really are just winging it, the condition known as “cello scrotum” was revealed to be entirely fabricated by a Dr. Elaine Murphy.
Chantal Akerman’s Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles , which she made in 1975 when she was 25, almost immediately took its place in the syllabus of every cinema studies course this side of USC. In fact, that’s where I’d first heard of it, back when I was in school, in film theory class from a French lesbian visiting lecturer in semiotics, who, owing to both the content of what she said and the accent with which she said it, was almost entirely incomprehensible.
“It burns.”
We
Ex-TV reporter Carolyn Gusoff, who used to cover news on Long Island for New York City’s WNBC-TV, was recently fired by that station, along with other long-time on-air talent.
