According to Wikipedia,” The 2011 song “A Real Hero” by College, featured in the 2011 film Drive, was written about [Sully] Sullenberger and Flight 1549, using the lyrics A pilot on a cold, cold morn’ One hundred fifty-five people on board All safe and all rescued.:
1) WHAT? IS THAT POSSIBLY TRUE? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS?
2) Ryan Gosling’s character in Drive is neither a real hero nor a real human being compared to Sully Sullenberger. Sully Sullenberger makes Ryan Gosling look like a pile of dog turds in a white satin jacket. Beautiful, beautiful dog turds.
3) They should remake Drive staring Sully Sullenberger, except instead of being a total sociopath and beating up Christina Hendricks, he should just land a plane on top of a pillowy pile of white satin jackets someone left in an elevator.
4) Albert Brooks would be played by a flock of geese.
5) As would Carey Mulligan.
I spent an hour looking at a newspaper from 1920 today. On microfiche.
My brain is mush. How to writers do this thing with the no human contact?
And what is fiche?
I just spent an hour and a half tutoring, but because I was in pajama pants and in my kitchen, I feel like I’ve slothed all morning.
Also I managed to add little grey sparkly cut-outs to my middle finger nails, so the fact that I was painting my nails in the daytime, I guess.
But I’m being critiqued in workshop today, so even if I’m not flipping anyone the bird, I’ll know I’d be glamorous if I did.
I haven’t had yogurt in a really long time - it tastes disconcertingly like butter. (And I really like butter.)
Yes, why do you ask, homework is going swimmingly! Plenty of stamina left.
Tendinitis, a week of no running & lots of aleve, and also my blood pressure is 90/65, so it continues to be a wonder that I’m not dead.
The chicken pot pie stew was not great - fuck you recipe from Real Simple - and I am trying to salvage it by making a tasty wine sauce, which means I had to open a bottle of wine - I don’t often have much on-hand but I had a bottle of white in the fridge thank goodness - and so whoops, open bottle, fun Oscars.
I went to the gym to run, but my feet started hurting as soon as I sped up from a walk. What the fuck, feet? Stop it. I want to fly like the wind, like a Nike ad.
I’m worried that the chicken I’m making won’t taste like chicken pot pie.
lox, peanut butter.
In 1920 they spelled clue “clew.”
Pro tip: If you’re reading a 1920s newspaper article on your computer, because you might be, and the scan is not great and you’re squinting to make out words, turn the brightness on your monitor way down. The gaps in the ink aren’t as obvious then.
Enjoy your Saturday.
con: The one research travel grant I’ve found to apply for turns out not to accept applications from full-time graduate students.
pro: This means I can spend the time I would’ve spent writing my proposal on other things, like homework.
con: Homework will not give me $1500 to visit the SETI institute this summer.
- [Emily]: a dick you're supposed to sympathize with
- Ruth: right
- [Emily]: you have to be GRRRRREAT fucking writer to pull that off
- i can think of, er, three people who can pull it off
- AND EVEN THEY CAN ONLY PULL IT OFF SOMETIMES
- Ruth: not sure anyone really has
- maybe Lipsyte
- [Emily]: no, Lipsyte's a mensch
- Amis, Roth, Geoff Dyer
- that's it.
- (as far as I know).
- Ruth: WE HAVE A DEFINITIVE LIST, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
I am putting a bunch of true sentences about proto-planetary disks into a chunk of text with an indent at the beginning and calling that a paragraph. Repeat x3 or so.
You’re tumbling a lot there, Jaime. Do you have a set of essay questions due for your astronomy class in like an hour?