351. Forthcoming thought vomit
August 13th, 2010 § 9 Comments
It’s rare for me to take other people’s advice, no matter how convinced the advice-giver is of his or her wisdom, but today my brother told me something that is probably the most profound and immediately relevant advice that anyone’s ever given me: “You should be more insensitive.”
Thanks brother, and thanks for taking these pictures of me while we waited forty minutes for a bus, only to be told that if we didn’t have quarters then we had to get off the bus, so we got off the bus and bought black beans and onion powder, and tomorrow I’m going to make fish tacos and pico de gallo. By the way, the number of times I’ve been kicked off an MTA bus in New York is officially in the double-digits now.
My brother and I are exactly nine years apart. He’s in high school and already knows how to drive. When I was his age, I was so terrible at driving that I’d regularly drive onto my neighbor’s lawns (and once onto my own.) We were both born on Christmas Day, and it’s something my mom is proud of because she thinks it means we’ll never forget each other on our birthdays. It’s also fun and sad to use the first person plural when the holidays come around. ‘Should we get an ice cream cake or a regular cake for our birthday?’ or ‘Why are you being so bossy to dad? Because it’s our birthday?’
The post office dropped off about twenty boxes of books and clothes and shoes to my parents’ house in New York over the past week. I think there are still a few more. I don’t know what to do with all of my boxes. Open them and feel defeated? Or just deal with not having any of my stuff except two stuffed suitcases that I mistakenly filled with winter coats? I love the post office. My family once spoke to the Postmaster General because a ring of identity thieves who only stole the identities of Asian men were coming to our house on a regular basis and stealing our mail so that we wouldn’t find out about all of the credit card accounts they opened under my dad’s name. I wrote thousands of letters to my best friend Diana when we were kids and then teenagers. We used to sign the outside of our envelopes with, “Thank you Mister or Miss or Mrs. or Ms. Postman or Postwoman for sending my letter to my best friend!” What dorks.
This silk romper from Alexandra Grecco came into the mail for me yesterday. I love it so much, and will take some better photos at some point to do this number justice. By do justice, I mean give myself as many excuses as possible to wear this baby. It doesn’t even burn my crotch like most onesies. It’s actually cold enough in New York to not be naked, and I dug into my suitcase of winter clothing to find this leather jacket that I had forgotten all about in the months that came before this month.
Love,
Jenny
OMG that silk romper is like, the only thing that I want now. It’s so beautiful on your skin! (Which means it might be beautiful on mine because I think we established we are similarly colored!) And its volume is ethereal and foamy and bright!
So tremendous that you and your brother have the same birthday, and that it’s Christmas Day. It DOES seem like something special in a strange fortuitous and/or lucky occultic way, I think.
Yes. We will see each other so much, all the time forever. You are officially one of my favorite people ever, Jenny!
xo
OMG Alexandra Grecco showed at the last Chictopia conference! I loved her show the best! That romper is so adorable on you and I love how you toughened it up with a leather jacket! That’s adorable and endearing how you would thank the postman for sending your letters! I must do that next time hehe
I will never forget my brother’s birthday either…it’s 9/11 haha. Can you imagine the shock that year? I came down the stairs beginning to sing the happy birthday song, and my parents were just staring at the TV that showed the twin towers in smoke.
Nice jacket!
It’s funny, Jenny. I’ve received that very same advice, “You should be more insensitive,” on more than one occasion. It usually just makes me cry. Hardy-har-har!
And I know that identity theft is no laughing matter, but your tale of your father’s audience with the Postmaster General is hilarious to me. Did your Dad kneel before him and kiss the rings of his royal hand?
I think you should live in seafoam green silk, my dear. Who needs all those boxes of clothes? Just a couple jackets and the seafoam green silk romper.
Glad you are having family-fun time. Girl, it’s like pure gold!
xoxo,
Gina
Fish tacos?? That sound…. un-appetizing lol
How funny! My brother and I share a birthday, too – ten days after Christmas. It was what he wanted for his birthday, but I had to come three weeks early to do it. It was quite a feat, and quite a story. I always liked sharing my birthday
That romper is adorable! I love it with the leather jacket!!
Ooh, gorgeous romper! And thank you so much for your kind comment, too.
That onesie is absolutely amazing on you! Also, you and your brother sound like a pair. I’m with my older sister right now (4 1/2 yrs apart) and it is a trip!
P.S. I wish I could answer your questions about Shakespeare & Company, but I have to say that after a good wander I sat in a dark corner reading for a bit and ignoring people. Other than a few shaggy-haired, young folks working the desk I didn’t really observe too much…