A Pithy One This One
I have a friend I will call Fiore who always has the perfect way of phrasing things. Take, for instance, this sentence she just sent me:
"I believe we're in the same bland anxious malaise-infused planetary
orbit."
See what I mean? Planetary orbit is a perfect way to describe the mood state, and infusion is just right, like a tea concoction of pathos and ego. A little bit bitter-tinged anxiety, with a dash of malaise.
posted by TK @ 15:41
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i'm pretty sure my spaceship has been there for awhile now...
I saw Fiore today. She seems to not be in a malaise-infused planetary orbit, but then again she never does. I'm willing to bet that most people in little spaceships in some sort of orbit probably seem pretty normal. It's an amazing ruse. One that keeps the world interesting, nu?
What I really wanted to mention here was I went with her to her gym in Chelsea. The men there walk through the gym in just their towels. I'm going to say that again: The men there walk through the gym in just their towels.
Because that was super fun to say twice.
man, what is it about terry cloth and d'angelo lines...
i'm guessing on d'angelo lines: that beautiful sinewy space on men that pulls from their stomach downward on each side? that strong, taut area that is vaguely hypnotic when covered by a bit of white cloth?
if that's what you meant, yes, no, i don't know what it is about that. but it's something.
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