I love Penny Marshall.
I love Fred Armisen.
I love Carrie Fisher.
(and, I love that he’s sitting in front of a typewriter here.)
Not that I wouldn’t have bought it eventually, but now I’m probably going to get the book sooner than later. Yes, because of this trailer, but also because I dig the title. And, mostly because, I grew up thinking that when I was older and got to dress myself I would have my initial sewn into the front of all my sweater tops. (I ended up not doing this, but now, I kinda want to again.)
And since I’m already on a love mission, here are a few more things:
- I love Louis CK and Chris Rock; I especially love them when they’re hanging out together. Scripted or not.
- I love those moments in a song that make you feel like it’s just for you. Like when Warren Zevon makes the sound after, “I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at trader vics, and his hair was perfect,” and then that noise he makes like he just took a shot of whiskey.
- I love movies that you can watch over and over and over cause they’re easy. Something’s Gotta Give. Roadhouse. Dangerous Beauty (it’s not so much easy as it is delicious).
- I love boxing even though I’ve never gotten to watch a boxing match up-close and personal. (I wonder if I would like it as much or at all. Would it be too brutal? Too visceral?) I especially love Vitalli Klitschko after watching an HBO documentary on him and his brother. (WEIRD…as I was typing this bullet, Louis walked into a boxing ring. I got the shining y’all.)
What do you love?
I love authors Jeff Somers and Sean Ferrell, separately or together (http://youtu.be/VcOhGuQL2Ps)
I love Ann Rabson’s blues: “If i should stay, I’d just be in the way. If I should stay, I’d just be in the way. So I’m gonna stay right here—and I’m gonna make you pay.”
I love movies. Period.
I love rugby. Or rugby shorts. Same diff.
(and I love your words, too)
awww…you’re very sweet to me, miss s.
and now i love jeff and sean too. that video reminded me of this radiolab (in the way that everything i see, hear, or read reminds me of a radiolab):
http://www.radiolab.org/blogs/radiolab-blog/2008/aug/12/the-multi-universes/
(if you have an hour, it could be the thing that blows your mind this weekend and has you thinking of it weeks/months later even when you see a funny trailer that doesn’t even have anything to do with multiple universes)
now i’ve got to go find the ann rabson song because those lyrics will haunt me if i can’t hear the tune behind them.
Hahahaha! Love this post, and love this video!!
I love individual sports. Tennis. Golf. Anything where you have to hang your guts solo, where there’s no team around to take the heat.
i love dogs and horses.
I love a college campus, especially when the tower bells ring.
I love movies I’ve seen a million times. If given the choice, I will watch a movie I’ve seen many times over a new movie every single time.
I love sitting at an outdoor cafe, sipping coffee or wine, surrounded by people speaking languages I don’t understand.
I love the feel of being on a train. Any train, anywhere.
i love trains and college campuses too. i love them when they’re quiet and mostly deserted or on game day when all you see are waves of school jerseys and rowdy crowds.
horses i only love from afar. they’re too big of an animal for me to appreciate up close and personal.
I’m not going to say “that new book that you can’t put down” because that’s kind of a given here, but what about when someone you love loves a book as much as you do? or you see a new book that you didn’t know was coming from a favorite author on a display table at your favorite indie bookstore? it’s like stocking gift. a complete and unrequested surprise that you love more than anything you thought you wanted.
When I’m old, I will be living in a barn with a bunch of dogs and horses. I’m fairly sure of this.
Ahhhh, the smell of a horse barn….
i will come visit you in your barn, but you’ll have to take the horses out. the dogs i can live with…or sleep with (it wouldn’t be my first time)
Martha Beck and how her writiing opens my mind (thank you, Josey, just got her latest and I’m attempting spoon bending.)
Songs with acoustic guitar.
Books that make me want to be a better person rather than a better writer.
People that challenge my preconceived ideas.
Flannel sheets.
The smell of mint.
My husband’s cologne.
Beer gardens.
Rainy days when the kids are at school and I’m at home.
Oh! And I so wanted that cursive “L” emblazoned on my sweaters.
now, i can only picture with a cursive L on your work-suit lapels. it would be the perfect back-up for the cape you may not be able to get away with during board meetings. (now, you got my mind thinking….when’s your b-day???)
yes! flannel sheets, just out of the dryer. and lots of pillows. with a good book and fresh new magzine, and a crossword puzzle that doesn’t make you feel completely illiterate. this paired w/ rainy days when the kids are gone and you’re home brings me to staying in be and/or pajamas all the day long.
i love martha beck too. just before I sat down with my dirty chai to peruse my email, i bought cloud atlas, the new issue of Real Simple, and Oprah—martha’s column this month: Five Pieces of Advice Everyone Ignores (but shouldn’t). My two favorite: #2. To achieve bigger goals, take smaller stems, and #5. Free yourself from dysfunctional people by refusing to try to control them.
Little pink houses and tall quiet pines. Fern fronds with the leaves still unfurled, just at the tip. The sound of the ocean. Dewy children. Puppy smell. Crusty bread with more holes than bread and cheese melting on top. The big scene. My husband’s voice. A bench with a view. A dress with the tags still on it, hanging face-out in the closet. Ed Hardy perfume. Sex in the deepest dark, when you know your man by his scent and by the things he knows about you.
“but aint that america for you and me, aint that america something to see baby, aint that america home of the free…little pink houses for you and me,”
Johnny Mellancamp, who i love FIERCELY
yes, the sound of the ocean. and what you feel like after a day on the ocean. relaxed, both sleepy and spirited–like you were told the secret of the universe and are overjoyed and overwhelmed by it. (maybe that’s just me.)
BREAD. my entire list could have been bread. muffins, sweat bread, kuchen (pronounced koo-ka by my family. my grandmother’s kuchen is…nope, there are no words for it. it’s sweet deliciousness is beyond language).
I love that video!! Also: green tea, cats, quiet, my bed, long walks, being alone, drinks with friends, holing up to write, bright colors, ponies, walking around new cities without a map, mashed potatoes, when I start a new writing project and think about it all day long, the end of the workday.
i love my latest (and only) issue of Cat Fancy.
i love doing things alone (that’s what she said, ahem). but not just that, i had breakfast this morning sitting out in the perfect sunlight with my coffee and a mushroom scramble with fresh sliced locally-grown tomatoes, reading The Faith of a Writer by Joyce Carol Oates. Here’s a bit from what I read that we will all love, i’m quite sure:
“Write your heart out. Never be ashamed of your subject, and of your passion for y
our subject. Your “forbidden” passions are likely to be the fuiel for your writing.”
and
“Your struggle with your buried self, or selves, yields your ar; these emotions are teh fuel that drives your writing and makes possible hours, days, weeks, months and years of what will appear to others, at a distance, as work.”
(Lyra, the chapter after the one where I pulled these lines is titled Running and Writing. Here’s the first line: “Running! If there’s any activity happier, more exhilarating, more nourishing to the imagination, I can’t think what it might be.”
My husband. Who at this very moment is defragging my ailing desktop computer and taking one of his ten “sick days” – don’t tell anyone. My boys, who are the living spectrum of boyness: cocky to heartbroken and back in 60 seconds. My girl, who I’ll never understand completely, but who has the will of a goddess. My writing group, who collectively has shattered literary boundaries, cliches, and expectations, and is truly, putting this little town on the map book-wise.
My house. Every square inch of it. (I can’t wait to have you here, sitting with me on my bleached out orange couch, Josie!)
The chickens, doing their morning lay-and-squawk routine. Can you hear them?
Italian roast coffee. Pendleton whiskey. Soccer. Forest Park. The new batch of LitReactor students waiting in my inbox.
Thanks for the prompt!
i too love that my husband can fix nearly everything in our house, from the refrigerator filter to our washing machine when it started making a loud wheezing sound. (there was a sock stuck in the gear that turned the basin, and he got it out! unbelievable. i was ready to buy a new appliance, but he wouldn’t have it.) he also got a humming bird out of our garage recently which was no small feat as humming birds do not (or are really good at pretending not to) understand humans even when they’re swinging large brooms at them.
oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god—-I LOVE PORTLAND and I’m not even there yet. I must say, the whole fred armisen/book/i’m about to go to portland soon and sit on suzy v.s orange couch probably unconsciously prompted this whole love fest.
Your LitReactor class sounds like it’s going to be wonderful!
Full of eager beavers, too. Super fun!
eager beaver was the name of the strip club in the movie w/ demi moore and burt reynolds…strip?
(i only know this b/c a good friend has a successful tree service agency that he named for it.)
just a random, non sequential fact for your saturday morning.
I love Chris Rock and CK Lewis, too. I had no idea they’ve hung out together. Must investigate.
I love swimming out of doors in a big pool, by myself.
I love long, windy walks with my camera.
I love easy friends.
I love my husband. He thinks I’m really hot.
I love my kids. They humble me. They infuriate me. They live inside of me.
I love freedom.
MSB, have you seen this (if not, you should):
i too love easy friends…and men, although i really don’t enjoy them as much as i used too. (okay, not at all, since the whole wife and kids thing.)
i love my husband b/c he often gives me freedom from my kids. (ha!)
I have not seen that. That CK. I just love him.
FRED!!!! I love Portlandia and the people who make it happen. Carrie, Fred……
I love watching the White Sox and British murder mysteries with my husband. I like watching them alone, but I LOVE watching them with him.
I love getting into bed at night and falling asleep with some part of me touching Doug. And vice versa. Usually it’s his hand on my thigh, my hand on his forearm. It’s peace. Comfort. Love.
I love junk food. How I wish that weren’t true. Maybe it’s not love, but it’s definitely a craving.
I love driving. Except when I have to.
I love reading, but hate how long it takes me to absorb every word.
I love politics. Another thing I wish wasn’t true.
I love being alone. I love figuring things out. I love music that reminds me of something. I love classic cars and classic movies, the melancholy beauty of abandoned buildings, and the sound of my children laughing together.
And I love this weather. Pretty, warm days. Cool nights.
i too love politics. i know it’s a turn-off for a lot of our kind, but i take it in like football season (and right now, my team’s in the lead..woo-hoo).
i will go as far as saying that i love joe scarborough. i do. almost as much as maddow, but no where near as much as colbert and stewart.
(every morning in our house, this is the first thing you’ll hear from my daughter, “mommmmmm, NOT morning joe. pleeeeease. can we pleeeeeeeeease watch something else?”)
and obama. i love him like i love mellencamp–fiercely.
and michelle.
and, hillary. and BILL. (i even love travolta playing bill)
I’m loving the color pink. For the first time in my life. Where did that come from?
I’m loving Breaking Bad (I know, that’s old, but I just found it. I’m always loving things that other people have already gotten over). I am wearing two bracelets like Schyler wears as a sign to others that hey, I’m watching BB, let’s talk about it!
I’m loving this cowgirl creamery cheese someone brought over here. I take one bite and my head spins.
I’m loving Cindy Sherman because I just went to her show and ever since, I’ve been putting on costumes and taking pictures of myself.
I”m on a Rufus Wainwright kick right now.