No one speaks of pavilions anymore -- and that saddens me.
I had the cassette!
When I was a little girl, I used to go home for lunch every day, and I'd pretend that my mother was a waitress in a roadside cafe. I'll have a side order, ma'am. A side order consists of a white-meat tuna, a dollop of mayonnaise, some carrot strips and potato chips. And then I'd sit at the counter...and ignore her.
I look...really pretty.
Whose? Whose tunnel were you in?
...Tina Turner is with us.
A propos of something else entirely, a GAWKER piece about AIDS:
Someone bring me a Remy Martin with a water back GODDAMN IT!
Never got her.
Spike it, Babe!
It's hard to read that article because as evil as Koch was, that author's friends all had health insurance, jobs, and medical care. Where I lived there was nothing but misery and death. discrimination and no medical care.
"A propos of something else. . . "
Jeezus, was an uglier woman ever born?
Golda Meir, R13.
R7, what is most interesting to me about John Weir's piece (all of it is interesting) is that his writing sounds so much like the man he's eulogizing for much of it. He writes a lot like David Feinberg, who was my favorite author from when I discovered him to when I found out he'd died (he'd chronicled finding out he had AIDS in, I think, "86'd").
They're both great writers. Now I want to read Weir's novels.
[quote]When I was a little girl, I used to go home for lunch every day, and I'd pretend that my mother was a waitress in a roadside cafe.
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
Oh, New York, New York. If you can make it here, you'll fail EVERY. WHERE. ELSE.
R12, that usage is correct.
What is incorrect is when people say something is "apropos", when they mean "appropriate". Apropos and appropriate are not synonymous.
I read and deeply appreciated R7's essay....
...but why the fuck was that link bombed into every DL thread last night?
My father's new wife...a bubble cut blonde with no lips. "Don't wear your seat belts. Where I come from, people DIE when they wear their seat belts."
Oh, Chip! I wish you weren't my brother so I could fuck you!
[quote] My father's new wife...a bubble cut blonde with no lips. "Don't wear your seat belts. Where I come from, people DIE when they wear their seat belts."
Charmed, I'm sure.