Sometimes I forget the special promise I made to myself three months back, that “intensified whimsy” would be the central theme of this, our year of the rabbit. But then I look at these pictures and oh how I remember.
Posts Tagged ‘Paul McCartney’
The Royal Wedding Donut, Trees Are Beautiful, Piggy Hall, “Uncle Salty” by Aerosmith & Paul’s Great Hair Day
This is our backyard. So pretty, right?
Yesterday I flew from Boston to Los Angeles and at the airport I ate The Royal Wedding Donut from Dunkin Donuts, which is “filled with jelly to represent how [William and Kate's] lives are to be ever-filled with happiness.” I was skeptical. “I don’t like jelly donuts, or royal weddings,” I said to everybody. But at the JetBlue Dunkin Donuts there was only one Royal Wedding Donut left and I knew it was mine. I ordered it like “Can I have a medium French vanilla iced coffee with cream, and a heart donut?” And the dude was all, “Huh?” And then I said, “The heart-shaped donut?” and sort of waved my arm in the general direction of the donut case. I just couldn’t bring myself to say the words “Royal Wedding Donut.” It’s the same as how, on the flight later, I halfway wanted the snack box with the cheese and apple and cranberries, but just couldn’t speak the words “I’ll have the Cheer Up Box?” I don’t think I could even say “snack box.”
Anyway – the donut, it was so good! The jelly was jammy and not disgusting at all. I sure hope it’s here to stay, even after all this wedding hoopla is over and done.
I found this picture on the Internet the other night. I wish the royal wedding were Piggy Hall marrying Kermit Singer. Imagine the donuts they’d make for that one? MUPPET DONUTS. Annie Hall Muppet Donuts.
Also, this is my favorite song right now. If you put it together with “Sun Arise” by Alice Cooper and “Down by the Seaside” by Led Zeppelin, you’d have this really sweet triptych of hazy-dazey-lazy rock songs about sunshine. I love that.
And here is a picture of Paul having a great hair day. I call it “Paul’s Great Hair Day.” Last night when I got off the plane at LAX, I went to Starbucks and sat down directly across from Charliebro. He looked really good too.
(Beatles pic via suicideblonde)
Pretend They’re Painting Eggs*
Happy Easter, guys! I’m drinking champagne and eating Reese’s Eggs, and digging the childlike wonder communicated in Paul McCartney’s facial expression. I bet pottery-painting is totally his go-to stress management technique.
*If you want to pretend that, I mean.
Beatles vs. Stones: Who Looks More Attractive While Consuming Unidentifiable Beverages On A Train/Airplane?
Is it Mick…
…or Paul?
It’s Paul! Way to pretend you’re not posing, Paul. Cutely-swigging-from-bottles-while-pretending-I’m-not-posing is so my scene. We really do have the same soul.
(both pix from meanmoodyandmagnificent.tumblr.com)
A Belated Happy Anniversary to Paul & Linda
They got married on March 12, 1969. Linda’s a Libra. Paul’s favorite color is “all of them.”
Random Picture Entry: Paul “Snickers” McCartney
Remember that time on Jersey Shore when Snooki was really hungover and went to work wearing a Mexican blanket and her froggie slippers? I think that’s the look Paul’s going for here.
Next I wanna see him running down the boardwalk, yelling “WHERE’S THE BEACH? WHERE’S THE BEACH????”
(pic via meanmoodyandmagnificent.tumblr.com)
Beautiful Angelenos, I’m DJ-ing This Saturday
So please come see me! I will play Richard Hell and The Monkees and Gary Glitter and Bratmobile and at least one song from the above album. Also DJ-ing: our buddy Cathy, Christene from The Sharp Ease, and DJ Snickelfritz. It’s at Barcade, so you can play Pacman and Donkey Kong, and eat food from the Sci-Fi KFC across the street. Facebook RSVP here.
P.S. Aren’t the lyrics to “Almost Paradise” so weird? It’s like, “We love each other so much we’re practically DEAD.”
My Neighborhood Is So Stupid, And Yet I Love It Anyway
On Tuesday I finished a draft of “Penny Lane” for Let It Be Beautiful, which is the Beatles book I’m writing with Laura Jane Faulds. “Penny Lane” is about the neighborhood I’ve lived in for the past seven years and seven months, a section of Los Angeles called “Echo Park.” It’s a sweet little story, with lots of sentences about flowers and fruit and dogs and kissing; you could maybe even call it a valentine. And then today my friend (and birthday girl!) Gina posted this video on Facebook and at first I was like “FUCK YOU, ECHO PARK, YOU GET NO VALENTINES FROM ME!!” and I shook my fist and spat and hated Echo Park and wished for it to implode or spontaneously combust or something else cool like that.
But that’s dumb and boring thinking. Echo Park still gets my Valentines. But those creeps don’t get my Penny Lane.
(Echo Park, back in the day, borrowed from this really neat website)
P.S. STOP BEING SO HUMBLE, PAUL MCCARTNEY!!!! Why you always gotta be so humble?
(via meanmoodyandmagnificent.tumblr.com)
Snapshot: Listening, Watching, Reading, Wearing, Wanting
+ Kat
Listening: Strangely fond of Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil this week.
Watching: A bunch of films I will tell you about next week. Also: “Nikita,” which has overcome a shaky beginning to become a really well-done show. But tonight I am staying in, since I apparently am now living on the planet Hoth, and will watch “Fringe.”
Reading: I am reading two books: My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me, which is this brilliant collection of “modernist fairy tales” featuring Neil Gaiman, Francesca Lia Block, Aimee Bender and other fine people. It’s really great; I highly recommend if you’re into that thing. The other book is this book about parents, children and communication. My dad got it at the Salvation Army and it’s really interesting. It works on adults, too.
Wearing: Plaid flannel. I wear this so much that I’m getting sick of it, to be honest.
Wanting: I like to pretend that all the snow is vanilla frosting and the world is my cake.
THE WORLD:
+ Liz
Listening: Like Ma Bell, I got the Ill Communication.
Watching: Jersey Shore is my best thing. And I saw The Fighter again and was reduced to hiccupy tears.
Reading: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind! And a scary/semi-poorly-researched New York story on how porn is affecting the libido of the American male!!
Wearing: I wish I had some high-heeled Mary Janes
Wanting: to go bowling with Mick Jagger
(pic from meanmoodyandmagnificent)
+ Laura Jane
Listening: Shocking Blue
Watching: The first half of that documentary about babies called Babies. My favorite baby was the Namibian baby, Ponijao. My least favourite baby was the Mongolian baby by far. He seemed like kind of an asshole.
Reading: A short story by Jonathan Lethem called “The Vision,” which was alright, and about a third of Molly Bloom’s soliloquy. I’m going to buy Ulysses today. It’s time, Laura Jane. It’s time.
Wearing: I made this really pretty necklace by attaching a keychain with a gold letter F charm to a necklace chain. This woman complimented me on it at work and, because I was bored, I made up a really elaborate lie about how it used to be my Grandfather’s keychain. Then I saw my Dad and was about to be like, “Look! I made Pop’s keychain into a necklace!” but caught myself in time which is great because I’d really prefer that my father not think of me as a compulsive liar
Wanting: Oh, it’s all too sordid
Liz posted this moving picture to my Facebook wall last night and we are both super into it. It’s a big part of my life right now. I like the way John doesn’t care.
