Squashing awkwardness. Dancing awkwardly. Singing behind your back. Summer Sundays in the sand. L.A. brunches the N.Y. way. Accidentally excelling at darts, foosball and other competitive sports. Craving burgers then eating them. Snapping Polaroids before its imminent extinction. Being left-handed. Brainstorming about (...). The idea of swimming. Tacos and jumpsuits. Your motorcycle .
May is National Burger Month. Get with me.
So far:
(1.) BabyFatburger.
(2.) 3 sliders, bacon/swiss, French 75.
(3.) The Pug, avocado/bacon/bleu, Hungry Cat.
(4.) Sirloin, English muffin with gruyere, Bowery.
(5.) Medium-rare, please, La Brea Bakery brioche/cheddar, Redwood.
(6.) Amusing rib-eye, homemade bbq/gruyere, Beechwood.
(7.) Lamb burger, feta/pesto, Fiddler's Bistro.
(8.) Double-dobuble, sans onions, In-N-Out.
(9.) Pickles and American, Backyard Burger.
The Ettes, plus Courtney mixes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Peter Bjorn & John, Le Tigre, Poe, Beck, Blonde Redhead, Bloc Party, Band of Horses, Of Montreal, The Arcade Fire, Mos Def, Cat Power, Elvis Presley, TV on the Radio, Neko Case, Hot Chip, The Decemberists, The Rapture, Grand Ole Party, usually Track 03 or 04, plus French stuff. MINI's been cranking that new Shins. 'Someone Great,' by LCD Soundsystem on repeat, please. Ladytron saved my Friday. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's 'Berlin' because I mean fucking business. Right now, wow, the Twilight Sad.
I always love Secretary, Kill Bill 1/2, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, O Brother Where Art Thou?, The Station Agent, Closer, Inside Man, In the Mood for Love, Great Expectations, Volver, Marie Antoinette and The Science of Sleep. I felt drunk after Grindhouse it was so good.
Bewitched, Rome.
I read. You read. Please read:
12 Ways to Spruce Up Your Space.
Get materialistic, boys and girls .
My alter ego, Carpet Burn .
My boyfriends on the field.
Claire's blog .
Thundercat, Thundercougar.