Bringing back the bow tie.

I've seen some photos recently of Wes Anderson donning a bow tie and this got me thinking, "hey, I can pull that off, maybe."

I've always respected the bow tie, but never considered wearing one. They were always too Nation-of-Islamy, too George Willy.

Since I'm a whore for Wes Anderson, I may give it a try. In the next few months, I'll teach myself to tie one, try on a few to see how they look, and maybe wear one to a proper occasion.

(Please note that I will take into consideration how a bow tie could make me look like a fucking idiot or a pretentious fuck. I am aware of this risk, that is why I will be workshopping this fashion statement, before having it go 'live.' Wish me luck.)

Reverse-sexism

While flipping through a neighborhood coupon book, I came across this.

(I apologize for the quality---I scanned it)

It's a photo of a guy getting a haircut while watching sports on two different TV's. And he's getting a shitty haircut. This reminds me of those barber shops for kids where the chairs look like cars and airplanes.  This also reminds me of some of the sexist ads of the 50's/60's towards woman.

The Apartment Therapy Smallest Coolest Competition

Apartment Therapy is a great site, I get their daily emails. Over the past few years, I've followed their 'Smallest Coolest' contest.

This competition used to be split up into regions (West Coast, Midwest, East Coast). Now it's based on size (Teeny-Tiny to Small).

On the site, you can check out photos of all the finalists (for example, in the Teeny Tiny division, the apartment sizes are like 200sq feet).

It's really great if you're a fan of urban living and economy of space. I also enjoy the entries that come from people with not a lot of money. They are more creative.

http://contests.apartmenttherapy.com/2009/small-cool/

Dreaming dreams that are fun, positive.

I had a dream I was at a small club, like the Hideout, and The Replacements were playing on the radio.  Then I realized The Replacements were performing on the back stage, but only a dozen people were watching, because most of the patrons didn't know The Replacements. Actually, I was unsure if it was a Replacements reunion or just Paul Westerberg and his band (can't remember what the Stinsons looked like). After the set, I was super excited and started talking to Paul, who by this time was eating a ham sandwich. and wearing a Hawaiian shirt. I told him that I love the album Tim, and wished I had a copy for him to sign. He told me that the whole band now works at various concession stands in another city, near a beach. I thought that this was cool and was wishing their stands were in my town.

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Maybe the quote of the year.  

Not Laura Ingraham's Voice.

If you've heard her, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Buttons, Part 2 of 2

Went to the Dry Cleaners today.  I handed the lady my pink ticket, and she retrieved my jacket. And wouldn't you know it, all of the original seven buttons were on the jacket.

At first I was very happy, and then I felt really really mad.

I leaned over the counter, and whispered, "Hey, you think I'm an idiot?"

The lady, "What?"

"I know you think I'm an idiot, or else you wouldn't have tried stealing my buttons."

"We not steal..."

"Well, I'm not an idiot. I went to college and I read books. And I appreciate wearing tailored jackets with fine buttons."

"Okay."

"Yeah, it's more than okay. It's great. I'm great. And you are not."

I decided I needed to cool off, so I glanced away from her and looked over to the cash register, where I saw a picture of a very pretty Asian woman.

"Who's that?" I said.

"My daughter."

"What's her story?"

"She's in medical school at University of Wisconsin."

"Ah yes, Golden Gophers."

"Ah, yes."

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I started tearing up.

"Listen," I said, "I know you're just trying to make a living and put your daughter through med school. Maybe I overreacted a little bit."

I proceeded to rip all of the buttons off my jacket, while she looked on in disbelief. I reached out my button-filled hand to the lady.

"Here. I hope these pay for your daughters medical school."

She fell to her knees and thanked me. By this time we both had tears in our eyes, and the line of people waiting to get their dry cleaning is out the door.

"You know," I said while smiling, fighting back tears. "I think this jacket may need a few buttons."

This made all of the patrons laugh. I plopped the coat down on the counter, she handed me the pink ticket, and we looked at each other for a moment. A cheery patron yelled out,

 "Hey, why don't you kiss her?"

We both looked at the patron, looked at each other and french kissed. Everyone applauded, people were calling their loved ones to tell them they loved them. Everybody was joyous.

As I made my way to the exit, people were shaking my hand and hugging me. I turned around to the lady.

"Hey! When can I see you again?"

"Wednesday," she said.

"Wednesday?"

"Yes, Wednesday....After 5."

(Everything is true except for the dialogue. I got my buttons back, bitches.)