I *love* Unpretentious Bon Vivant. I feel like Unpretentious Bon Vivant is a goal, an intention, an objective to keep in mind when I’m making decisions. Like, if anyone ever asked me anymore what I want to be when I grow up, I want to be Unpretentious Bon Vivant. Since I’m a hermit who is moderately affected but with, one hopes, sufficient self-awareness to avoid pretension, I feel like I can only be helped by asking myself, ‘yes, but would Unpretentious Bon Vivant do that?’.
I do think that Unpretentious Bon Vivant would give her cat water in one of her favorite thrift-store dessert dishes.
I had some plant cuttings in a jar of water on the windowsill a few months ago and every time I turned around, the cat was drinking out of it, despite the fact that she has two bowls of water in the kitchen and she had to navigate around the plants. I figured that the novelty was appealing and filled up the custard dish for her. She still loves it, and it’s an easy way to make her happy, so there you go.
A few things on my radar:
- I’ve been watching the first season of Bored to Death, which is pretty adorable. It also lets me engage in a pastime I enjoy: identifying the locations in movies and tv shows shot in New York (Veselka! The Greenpoint Coffee House! Ft. Greene Park!). And Sarah Vowell had a bit part in the finale; anything she does is right by me.
- I still like snow. I don’t care. WinTER! WinTER!
- I was feeling a little off yesterday and called in sick. But I was better in the afternoon, so I took myself to the movies. I liked Black Swan, though I think if I hadn’t heard it described as a campy ballet horror movie, I would have found some of the twists and turns a little more off-putting. And I really liked The King’s Speech.
- Last weekend, my friends Rose and Sean had a few people over to raid their well-stocked bar and make drinks, either inventing them or consulting their library of cocktail books. Then we photographed drinks and tasted drinks and talked about the drinks, generating lots of content for their blog in the process. It was loads of fun and I came away with a few new favorites.
- This post from Bookavore made me laugh: “Oh and as to all the people who thought and perhaps still do think that this book signals the death of literature: I found myself wondering over and over as I read this book just how weak you all think literature is. Literature has Jane Austen. Literature has MOBY-FREAKIN’-DICK. Literature has patron saints up to its eyeballs and many of them are handy with firearms.”
- This is fascinating. The world is an amazing, amazing place.