“In brief, people with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of mortal nerve; they display what was once called character, a quality which, although approved in the abstract, sometimes loses ground to other, more instantly negotiable virtues.”—Joan Didion, “On Self-Respect”
“I would say that if Rilo Kiley were…hmmm…a human being…hmmm…he’s probably laying on his back in a morgue with a tag on his toe. Now, I see movies where the dead get up and walk. And when they do that, rarely do good things happen.”—
“You wanna know who your girl Riley is? She’s a baller. She goes into school every day, gets picked on and still keeps herself and others laughing. You would be lucky to have a friend that strong and I have a feeling that even a year out of school you’ll start to feel slightly ashamed that you were ever hesitant to befriend her.”—Plz Advise - This Recording
On Saturday all four of my wisdom teeth are being removed. I am strangely excited at the prospect of a general anaesthetic - I haven’t had one since I was five or six, and am curious as to what it will feel like to be taken from conscious to unconscious, um, consciously. More than that, though, I hope they give me the good drugs to take home, because then I will write bizarre, circumlocutory shit about the transcendent beauty of strawberry-flavoured Aeroplane Jelly.
“Basically in the dream I am standing in the center of a large, round robin-type amphitheater receiving a standing ovation for reasons that are initially unclear. Security guards are fighting to hold back crazed men and women from bum-rushing the stage. These men and women are collectively…
“…She had so much footage of us, all these great musical things… I just can’t believe what she could have done. She won’t give us the film, [even though] we have the right to use any film she didn’t use,” he laments. “God, we’ll never know what fun, what cool, what amazing victories we had.”—