Fuck unrequited love. The gnawing. The possessive desperation. The ache of unknowing, worsened only by the slow-dying thud of knowing for sure. The over-commercialized but no less real feeling that you will die, you will just DIE.
Kidman is, of course, slavishly well-shot and edited and given a million plum moments in the film, so I guess my appreciation of her was incidental, but it was real! She was everything an actress is supposed to be – surreal and fantastical but recognizably an actual person.
Roseanna has tried to kill herself thirteen different times. She has made a career out of creative suicide attempts. She is seventeen and smart and stupid. I asked for a pencil she says and the idiot doctors gave it to me, so I erased all the skin on my wrist. I rubbed it raw until I bled. She is not allowed to use pencils, paperclips, tweezers, plastic forks and knives, but she is permitted access to spoons.
Recently, I got downsized. Boy, did that suck! Now, I’m looking for a new job. Mostly, I’m a writer, so this isn’t easy. Although, I have also discovered there are other ways one can make money these days. Here are a few of them.
Sarah Wambold, 26, is an Austin, Texas-based funeral director-turned-patient navigator and writer. After getting her funeral director’s license in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Wambold spent three-and-a-half years working as a funeral director. I asked her about what it’s like to deal with dead bodies on a daily basis, the secret lives of female funeral directors, and what sex has to do with death.
A man sits on a toilet. A woman in a blue dress, who appears to be a sex worker, gyrates before him. He reaches for her, but she is beyond his grasp. This is the intriguing premise of a new music video created by SHELLBOOKNATIONAL, a team of three young British filmmakers, for David Lynch’s “I Know.”
People who select “busy” as their GChat status, which turns the circle next to their name red, are not usually busy. When you type something to a “busy” contact, the program warns: “[Contact] is busy. You may be interrupting.” “May,” indeed. If they were busy, they’d be invisible.
See, I didn’t write the story about him because I was afraid he would kill me. Certainly not like, ha-ha, I thought he would “kill” me, and actually in this case not literally kill me, because I spent a fair amount of time thinking about it, If I did this story, would this guy kill me?, and I thought it would be more likely what this man would do if I did a story about him, one that, shall we say, exposed him…
The use of Microsoft Paint and Paintbrush to create amateurish-looking, expressive, and fun art seems to be an emerging trend. Largely created by and for people who spend a lot of time online, “MS Paint artists” like Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half, Sam Brown of Exploding Dog, Mark Leidner, Tracy Brannstrom, and Tao Lin create simple geometric humans and creatures with lines for hands, often adding titles or speech bubbles to humorous effect…
I’d make the case that the R&B genre in general has yet to cross over to white audiences to the same extent as hip-hop/rap. I’m not a historian or a sociologist, so I’m not going to try and explain it, but it’s something I’ve observed. White males, in particular, seem less likely to earnestly listen to R&B of their own accord…