Nora Ephron made me want to write: to write better, wittier, to be more honest, and tell a better story. She made it look effortless and challenged me to give writing everything I have. She also made me laugh. She also made me feel less alone. Over the past year, I’ve been thinking about myself as a comedy writer. A lot of that thought is, “you can’t do this because you’re not interesting and not good enough,” but on rare occasions I can allow myself to think, “what would Nora do?” Would she just give up and spiral into self doubt? No way in hell. I was even thinking of reaching out to her - to tell her how much I adored her - and seeing if I couldn’t get an audience with such a genius. But now I can’t. I thought over and over, “who do I know, who knows someone else, who knows someone’s cousin, to get a letter to Nora.” And now I can’t. And now I won’t get to read any more of her endlessly funny books, or listen to her perfectly crafted dialogue. So what would Nora do?
Fiona Apple is a Goddess. Her performance at The Governors Ball this weekend was revelatory. She thrashed out her music as if her skeleton were trying to escape her body. She looked pained as she sang but the power of her voice made me feel emboldened. She laughed when the crowd screamed for her, as if shy, and then smiled as if deeply moved by the crowd’s love and desire for her. SWEET JESUS was she good.
I think this is a very fair offer to Hillary Rodham Clinton.
Dear Madame Secretary of State, Hillary Rodham Clinton:
WE, THE REVOLUTION, are very discerning, and hard to please people. We have the highest level of taste (based on extensive study and practice of culture), and RARELY do we ever “like” something. Much less “love” something. SO - you will find it highly flattering that we have to tell you this: we love you int his moment. Letting your hair grow out was a TOP CHOICE and it is VERY baller that you can deliver a solemn oath while wearing sunglasses from the Elton John Collection. EVEN THOUGH we think you stole some of our ideas (ESP in regards to OPERATION GERONIMO - we have proof), we have decided to tell you that we think you are cool. AND IF you passed a series of tests (physical, mental, etc), we MAY grant you a high position in our egalitarian hierarchy after the coup. SO. We are just putting it out there. You may be contacted by us. BUT. Also maybe not. SO. You will just have to wait and see.
Today I was alerted to the term “human microphone” which at first glance made me think of “human centipede.” Upon closer investigation a human microphone is when people shout what you’ve said thus creating an artificial echo. Two things. 1) I CAN’T BELIEVE THERE IS A TERM FOR THAT! And! That the term has a wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_microphone. 2) This is a thing? I thought modern technology had already solved this grave problem.
If this is even remotely true than I will marry a gay boy with a one syllable name or a girl who loves Ice Blendeds and Brittany Spears. SEXY TIME!
Lord I hope not…
oh- no big deal- cool guys on cool bikes - who do cool comedy. NBD.
set shot from the episode premiering this Friday at 10pm/9c on IFC!
Comedy Bang! Bang! on IFC | 02.24.12
Scott finally gave me the okay to share photos from my visit on set back in February since this episode will be airing this Friday.
So here’s a shot of them on bikes.
what am i doing? why am i here? am i making the right life choices that will lead to happiness in five years?
— me while hunched over a smoldering pot of mac’n’cheese in 100 degree heat talking to myself about when i will watch a new episode of 48 hours
Cindy Sherman @ MoMA: I couldn’t figure out what was more Cindy Sherman - the exhibit or the gaggle of Upper East Side Society types looking at the exhibit. There was something eerie about seeing these women with plastered make-up, tired eyes, and decked in finery looking on at abstractions of themselves. It was surreal and funny and upsetting. I suppose just how Cindy Sherman likes to make you feel.
Wanna get upset? Wanna get really really sick and upset?
All these women saying “stirrups” and “gynecologists” and “clinics” and “Jewish.” AND then the V WORD. THE V WORD!!!! ICH! BLECH! I can barely look at mine! - Tara