Scallions are very good. These are two scallion products I love.
Scallion cream cheese – available at most reputable bagel shops.
Roasted scallions – I’ve only had them once (at a place called Toki Underground in Washington DC) but it was one of the most satisfying and simple appetizers I’ve ever eaten. I have dreams about them. They are allegedly so cheap and easy to make, and yet I never make them.
“[Screenwriter Ol] Parker laughed. “She’s a good friend, but she’s ruthlessly unsentimental. There was a moment on set where we were talking and she said, ‘Can I ask you something? Who did you really want to have play my part?’ I was like, ‘Are you kidding, Mags? Of course it was you! That was the fucking dream, obviously.’ And there was a long pause, and she said, ‘Why didn’t you write me a better fucking part, then?’” And rest assured, Smith was just as astringent when Parker made his sequel phone call: “She said, ‘Well, we’ll all be dead by then. Call it Marigold Hospice.’”—
There was this Conoco station on 24th street in Austin and I regularly bought beer there during my college years because it was around the apartments and co-ops I used to frequent on Friday and Saturday nights and the weekend cashier was always the same and the first time I went there I was not of drinking age and was with my friend Vidhisha who was of drinking age and she said “why is that dude playing Interpol” and we turned and saw a young man at the front sitting behind the register with a small boom box and I had never heard Interpol before but felt comfortable admitting this to Vidhisha even though she was very cool and is still very cool and later that weekend I listened to Interpol’s first album for the first time and realized the song that had been playing in the gas station was called “NYC” and that I loved it and this young man continued to work there on weekends for the entirety of my college years and every single time I bought beer at that gas station he would be playing Interpol and if you lived in the area at that time and bought beer on the weekends at that particular 24th street Conoco you probably know what I’m talking about because I’ve been in countless conversations with people who mentioned “that gas station that was always playing Interpol” and I never really got into Interpol aside from that first album but I will always associate them with that gas station and buying beer and going to those parties where I felt comfortable because there were so many other horrible parties filled with people who wouldn’t consider something like a young man who always played Interpol at his cashier job to be some minor though significant anecdote about their college career.
“…Back in 2004, a guy named Mitt Romney was the governor of Massachusetts. If you don’t remember who that is, he was a private equity guy from Massachusetts. Ran the Olympics one year…”—Rachel Maddow on her Tuesday, 11/27 show
Bobby: crying party people i’m actually laughing just thinking about all these party people in your house like if i just sauntered to crown heights and knocked on your door unannounced “Hey just dropping b-oh. Oh.” some pink party person opens silent just slightly diagonal me: waiting for you to introduce yourself clinking glasses inside no voices the blue party person comes up behind her to be like “everything okay over here?” Bobby: it’s DEAD silent inside me: do they bob up and down like people make barbies walk or do they float? Bobby: you’re like “sorry i didn’t invite you. completely overlooked some of…my…friends.” no no they hover like pac man ghosts a kind of hilly hover like a sine wave
Jenna wrote this thing about a Netflix for nail polish and I think it’s very funny that this woman who started the service was probably expecting thousands of results. Like in her dream world she googled ‘rent nail polish,’ looked at the results and thought, “Oh my god I literally have 1,400 options for Nail Polish Rental the world is my oyster so happy so proud of humanity.”
Ever since, the Oscar race has been if nothing else an organizing principle, goalposts to set the year by. In many ways, the results don’t matter. I was partial to ”Pulp Fiction,” to “L.A. Confidential,” to ”The Fellowship of the Ring.” More than that, I was partial to “Heavenly Creatures” and ”Boogie Nights” and ”Mulholland Dr.” Not even nominated for Best Picture! Yet the Academy’s myopia never ruined those movies for me. That’s because they got to be a part of The Conversation.
That’s what I’m in it for — The Conversation. The Oscar nominees, the Golden Globes, the Indie Spirits, critics upon critics from every corner of the U.S., guilds upon guilds. Each one gets to contribute to The Conversation about the best films of the year. So do I. So do you. And since there’s no set scoring system, no one quantifiable criteria, we get to be as expansive as we want to be.
It turns out that you don’t really need to know your friend’s office floor when he works for a large corporate media company because you can just put his name on the address and the mailroom will do the work for you! (I can thank Jolie for that bit of wisdom.) The only thing that kinda sucks if that you may spend fifteen bucks (plus shipping) on this dumb shit. And, even though you purposefully did not sign your name to the greeting card and the ordering system signed the card for you, you can rest assured because your friend will likely forget that your first name is John. Then you can sit back and watch your friend publicly freak out on Twitter and Tumblr.