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I forgot to point out that in Chicago, there’s a store whose name is simply
I’ve Been To A MARVELOUS PARTY!
Consider this for your next corporate event:
I’m sitting at a booth in a field house, surrounded by collapsable tables of baked goods and pamphlets. I have a sign that says “Hair styling: $1 per inch of bouffant.” I have an instamatic camera on-hand, and I send people home with an image of their hairstyle. Men and women alike are welcome; the process is at once glamorous and a little humuliating, like 13-year-old girls doing each others’ makeup.
Some people don’t know what a bouffant is, especially the dudes. I tend not to explain it before I charge the fee.
“Just try it,” I say, comb in my hand. “I think you’ll like it.”
Via my brother’s girlfriend science bitch comes a YouTube video that made me cry, albeit for different reasons than the woman crying in the video.
Just take my word for it. Please watch it. You won’t regret it.
It made perfect sense, at first, for me to have an awkward conversation in a dream. Of course I did! It’s an uncomfortable scenario that assembles images from everyday life.
But it also seems sort of impossible. As my interlocutor was a figment of my imagination, I could control his thoughts, facial expressions, and verbal responses. How could I fail to communicate adequately with myself? How come I chose not to comprehend what I was saying? Does this have something to do with The Secret?
Both are overpriced yuppie goods that promise effortless solutions to problems that don’t exist (“bad vibes” and the difficulty of putting on pants, respectively).
But I like both!
Unrelated: I’ll be in NYC for a long weekend, starting tomorrow.
“WILL MEDIA GOSSIP GO DOWN?!” – Tyler Trykowski, re:my trip