// SAINTS

Nurse Ann //

So, the journey is close to being over. What started out as a crappy afternoon phone call while peach shopping at Whole Foods on Greene street, has now worked it’s self toward post-op at Shadyside hospital in Pittsburgh. My dad’s such a freaking trooper. The entire hospital experience is an odd thing to gestate, though. Lots of staff, in and out; introductions, suggestions, strong suggestions, signatures. The same old pomp and circumstance they’re used to on a daily basis. I have no clue how something so far from normal could become routine.

The idea of getting well is fascinating. Jesus asks in the new testament, “do you want to get well?” Of course we do. Guffaw, right? Honestly, what a ridiculous question. I guess it’s even more profound that at times, our desires and actions don’t reflect that. I know it’s high school level, but…

One last non-sequitor, we try so much to localize our inadequacies. We charge ourselves to get well, and to improve on where we fall short. It’s pretty cool that while we all have garbage and things we don’t desire within us, my dad’s has actually manifested itself into a physical form, and it’ll be gone. This physical mass, this alarmingly detrimental collection of cells-just as much apart of him as his lungs or heart- has been found, and it’ll be gone. Just like that. I’ve tried and prayed to be done with the things in my life i’d rather not carry. Some people carry theirs for a lifetime. Some people have it removed in a three-hour procedure.

Crazy, eh?

We've Got a Winner //

I’m just gonna go ahead and announce that it’s perfectly fine to be in love with Abby Elliot from Saturday Night Live right now.

Complaint #522

Still got it.

whitewhine:

There’s never enough bicycle parking at the farmer’s market.

-Whine by @stephendalton

Complaint #507

whitewhine:

I can’t watch The Wire without the subtitles turned on…

-Whine by @vt_mruhlin

That is officially the whitest whine i’ve ever read. Not getting any better than that. Get your book deal and run.

The Slope Poors //

SPOILER ALERT- white whine coming.

Is EVERYBODY in south/park slope a freelance writer, freelance graphic designer, part time nanny or vintage shop employee??

How the hell do people do it?

We'll Always Have Paris //

Here’s the new set from Europe 2009 number 2, Barcelona, Madrid and Paris. We’re

Itinerants.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/23864393@N07/sets/72157622208850652/

Sick air at the Contemporani De Barcelona

Eiffel Tower, Sunset.

Photo’s are copyrighted. So watch it, jerks.

385. When traveling abroad, keep your wits about you, especially in Spain.

(via rulesformyunbornson)

You Never Stood a Chance: (500) Days of Summer //

Face it- you knew it was over before you saw the movie. You were probably on a date, thought The Ugly Truth was probably a little tired (it was), and said to your girl- “Hey Toots- how’s about we check out 500 Days?”

That’s when you lost the battle and the war. Because you can’t stop heartbreak at an indie movie, you can only hope to contain it.

It was an overwrought film. Brooklyn sales of the flick surely did well, fueled by our borough’s infatuation with small movie awkward crush (and “The Happening” star- Ha!), Zooey Dechanel.

It’s a smart, well thought out, challenging movie that is doomed to become the indie “Garden State.” It’ll be that 2010 ‘Coffee table’ movie that people make sure is in plain sight for all  future house party guests to see. Please be sure to compliment the party thrower on having such an awesome movie that you didn’t see, but heard was really good. Thanks for this, Brooklyn. Happy pontificating.

Anyway! Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays a doughy-eyed Jersey Boy who is wasting his life writing greeting cards and falling in love with Gertrude van Nistleroy, even though he has the brains of an architect, or something. Summer spends her time doing what most girls who are accustomed to guys liking them spend their time doing- being candidly open about her fear of affection, and in short, finding ways to destroy a perfectly good relationship. Only an indie girl could pull this off with such a lack of charisma, surgically precise indifference and charm that will melt your common sense away. All the while, Joseph Gordon Jesus insists on doing, umm- you know, the right thing, by being the logical, lovable, rational voice in the relationship. You know where this is headed.

Sadly, this is where we all lose, male and female alike: Because as love has previously suggested- you can’t act rationally with someone who is defined by irrationality. Put that in your moleskine, South Slope/Williamsburg. I can see that tatted on some alt-girls neckline right now.

For guys, you’ll spend a good 60 percent of the time hating Zooey’s character for being so typical. You’ll spend the other 40 percent  hating yourself for falling terribly in love with her.

This is the dichotomy of Zooey Dechanel.

There’s one scene when Zooey croons a line for ’The Smiths- There is a Light That Never Goes Out. The entire male audience in the theatre never saw it coming and we didn’t stand a chance. Not Fair.

That’s it. It’s not a love story. It’s a vapid, true-to-life take on how relationships work when one person believes in love, and the other believes in anything.