Happy Friday! This
will be a super-fast roundup, because I have lots to do today and very little
to report. I managed to post a new Duranalysis – “Ordinary World”—on Wednesday;
check it out if you haven’t already. In commemoration
of this august occasion, here’s Andy (come on, you have to admit that particular lyric is perfect for Andy), which means my series of weird Duran art is now complete. Collect them all!
Book news: My novel Bias Cut is free on Amazon today and all through the weekend. Download it, if
you wish; maybe tell a friend about it. It’s a good book. Lots of banter, a bit
of a mystery, a handful of glamorous locations, a smidgen of violence. Lots of
champagne gets drunk. And there’s only one overt and gratuitous Duran Duran
reference in it.
I saw Ghostbusters
over the weekend and thought it was adorable. For all the pre-release fuss
kicked up about it in various dark corners of the internet, it’s a thoroughly
innocuous movie. I can’t picture it changing anyone’s life one way or another
(except for maybe Kate McKinnon’s life, because I think this movie just made
her a full-fledged star), but I laughed a lot during it. This is the time of
year when my standards for movies go way, way down, as I will leap at any
excuse to hang out in an air conditioned movie theater for a couple of hours,
but I genuinely enjoyed Ghostbusters.
Thumbs up.
No new recipes this week. A heat wave has descended upon us.
It seems to be descending upon most of the country, so I’m going to try to keep
my complaining to a minimum, because a whole lot of us are in the same boat.
Point being, though, I haven’t done a whole lot of cooking lately. We’re still
eating nothing but salads, interspersed with bowls of cold cereal. I don’t even
have any new summer cocktails to report. We’ve been sticking ice cubes in red
wine and pretending it’s sangria.
Here are some adorable ducklings and their mother in
Morningside Park in Harlem this morning. Morningside Park, by the way, was used
in Duran Duran’s “Do You Believe In Shame?” video—it’s the place where the
young girl on crutches hops up the stone stairs.
Eighties song lyric showdown! Today’s theme: all those faintly
paranoid and overly-sensitive dudes of the eighties. First up: Huey Lewis and
the News with “If This Is It”. It’s a semi-terrible song, but the lyrics are
kind of wonderful, just because the narrator keeps trying to goad his
girlfriend into admitting that the relationship is falling apart, and she keeps
refusing to take the bait: “Now you’re
pretending that it’s not ending/You’ll say anything to avoid a fight…”, followed
by “Girl, don't lie and tell me that you
need me/ Girl, don't cry and tell me nothing's wrong/ I'll be all right one way
or another /So let me go, or make me want to stay…” Okay, Huey, ever
consider that, from her perspective, nothing’s wrong with your relationship, apart
from your nonstop passive-aggressive need for validation? It’s clear you’re the
one with big problems with the way things are going between you, so maybe stop
placing all the responsibility to make things right on her (“So let me go, or make me want to stay”???)
and start making some decisions for yourself: Do you want to stay, or do you
want to go?
Next: Genesis’ “That’s All”: As with “If This Is It”, this
is a nonstop litany of maddeningly unspecific grievances against the narrator’s
romantic interest (“I could say day, and
you’d say night”, and “taking it all instead of taking one bite”, and “Turning
me on, turning me off/Making me feel like I want too much/Living with you is
putting me through it, all of the time…”), summed up with that deliriously
passive-aggressive hook: “It’s always the
same, it’s just a shame, that’s all.” Again, dude: Stay or go. Be open with
your girlfriend about the problems you’re having with her instead of ranting at
her in veiled terms (I’m assuming “taking
it all instead of taking one bite” is meant metaphorically, right? Here’s a
useful tip: metaphors have no place in an argument. Specificity is key), and if
you can’t work things out, part ways. You’re transparently picking a fight while
simultaneously trying to seem like you’re being very mild and reasonable (“It’s just a shame, that’s all”), just so
you can feel vindicated if she gets fed up and erupts at you.
That’s all I’ve got. Enjoy the weekend, stay in the shade,
wear sunscreen, drink plenty of fluids.
Comments
Can I just mention that it depressed the hell out of me that the Huey Lewis line wasn't "I've been thinking... and you've been drinking.." Because that makes much more sense than the (actual) real reverse lyric.
I was expecting Sting/The Police at the top of needy/clingy/sensitive totem pole. 'Can't Stand Losing You' is a total guilt trip of a song. '--And you'll be sorry when I'm dead/and all this guilt will be on your head/I guess they call it suicide/but I'm too full to swallow my pride--' I always thought Sting and Bono needed a few years of therapy.
I was poking around a local antique store and found three really old cookbooks. I haven't had a chance to go through them, but I'm dying to see if I can make anything edible out of the Russian cookbook....
Illesdan -- Ghostbusters was fun! Just a high-energy joy. And yeah, "Can't Stand Losing You" is a superb needy-dude song. "And you'll be sorry when I'm dead..." is an amazing lyric.