Riff Randall, Rock & Roller

How great is PJ Soles?

I would not be nearly as calm if I found Dee Dee Ramone in my shower, but hey, that's just me.

Zip-a-dee-do-dah

After an Easter weekend that involved taking the bus from Port Authority to Jackie's, my sister picking me up there on Sunday morning and my parents driving me back to Jersey City on Sunday evening like I was a college student or something, I decided to join ZipCar. Actually, I decided to join the minute I realized that the insurance money would be better spent on a MacBook & a trip to California than another car, but the prospect of sitting on the 194 local again was enough to spur me into action.

I tried it out for the first time today- and, as I suspected, it ruled.  I may become as evangelical about ZipCar as I was about Working Assets long distance, back when I had a landline.   

I was surprised how rusty I was after two months of not driving at all.   Seriously, I didn't know what side the gas tank was on, I couldn't figure out how to adjust the mirrors, I almost backed into a parked car...  Eek.  But I got my groove back pretty quickly.   God, I love driving.    I'm surprised how seldom I miss owning a car, but I really miss driving.   

My Latest Obsession?

Nerve Dating Confessions. They are creepy and antisocial and heartbreakingly beautiful all at once. I cannot stop reading them.

Paris Match Had To Pay the Bills Somehow

Here's George Plimpton shilling for Intellivision:

This came up Monday, while I was playing hooky with Mike & Colleen.   I have to say, playing hooky in my mid-30s is MUCH more satisfying than it ever was in my teenage years.  It feels special now.  Or maybe earned is the right word.  

I'm thinking that maybe I ain't that young anymore

My mother went to see a psychic a few years ago. In addition to asking about herself, my mom asked about my dad, my sisters and me. I don't remember what Madame Ruby * told her about her own life or my sisters', but she said that my life would change when I was 35. I kind of laughed it off at the time, but now that 35 is here, I've reassessed. I just feel full of possibility for the first time in I don't know how long. Losing the car last month was the first seismic shift and there are some professional and personal opportunities on the horizon that I don't want to talk about just yet. Suffice to say that it's all terribly exciting. And a bit scary. But scary awesome, not scary scary.


*Okay, her name wasn't Madame Ruby. Nor was it Madame Marie. But it's my story, so whatevs.

Good Guys Win!

I wrote a little something for the WFMU blog to accompany Evan Savitt's great videos from Tuesday night's completely amazing Best Show. Please check it out, and remember to pledge! Clown time is OVER!

Dear Charlotte Allen

I hate you. But don't take it too hard. I'm just a girl, what do I know?

Please go find Christopher Hitchens so he can tell you that women are also not funny. But you probably won't understand what he's talking about, because you are a woman and, therefore, dumb.

xoxo,

Therese