July 2010
True Confession
Whenever I see the word diptych I always sing it in my head to the tune of “Slit Skirts,” e.g. “Diptych, diptych.”
And here’s another confession. When I see a random Asian person who I don’t know, like, in a parking lot or something, I always sing this in my head: “Secret Asian man, secret Asian man.”* Etc. Etc.
I am not making either of these things up. I do not wish to offend, only to enlighten.
*Yes, I know what the real lyrics are.
Out Go the Lights
Spoon
You walk into the ballroom like
The cough, the wind, the rain was right
(via maw3am)