July moments, Jia interviews, thank u Chris
idk what to do so I'm writing this post, hi, damn <3
Man. The news, the country, white supremacy, violence. If you feel frozen and wired and overwhelmed and mad and limbless, you’re not alone.
So, ok, I’m gonna write about good things for a second.
*whispers* speaking of seconds…
One second from most days in July 2019
NYC -> home -> Tablerock Lake
I normally post these on Facebook and Instagram, but… *Jeff Goldblum noises for like at least five minutes*… fuck those places?
*inhale* THANK *increasingly hysterical* YOU *full-on screaming* CHRIS
These Vogue question video things are the most weirdly edited things online and I would NORMALLY never force you to watch one, but this one is spesh and also you only need to watch for less than one minute:
Around the :40 mark, a cute barista comes to take Awkwafina’s plate and she says “THANK YOU CHRIS” and the “CHRIS” is MY FRIEND CHRIS!!! Chris was in the production of Eurydice I wrote about a couple weeks ago! THANK YOU CHRIS!!! I like your little unsure hand motion before you take the plate! Also SORRY CHRIS for not posting any photos of you from the play but most of them also featured me in a bathing suit at an extremely mid-20s high point and frankly I didn’t want to look like I was bragging!!!
JOIN ME ON THE JIA PRESS CIRCUIT
Jia Tolentino’s book of essays comes out Tuesday, which is great news, and with it comes potentially even greater news, which is A BUNCH OF INTERVIEWS FROM ALL ANGLES WITH JIA TOLENTINO.
Not to further brag after the bathing suit thing above, but I’ve been on the Jia train (choo choo mfers) since 2014, when I spent a lot of desk time (sorry 2014 employer!!!) obsessing over her tinybitchtapes newsletter, which she used to share Soundcloud playlists she made of songs she liked (LOL which obviously had no effect on ME, but).
An on-brand Spotify/Jia crossover tweet that got zero likes BUT SPAKE THE TRUTH:
Anyway so now everyone’s interviewing Jia and profiling Jia and it’s the best thing. WHAT DOES JIA EAT, WHAT DOES JIA PUT ON HER SKIN, HOW DOES JIA WRITE, WHERE DOES JIA DO KARAOKE??
Here are several tweets about as many pieces!!!
And oh yea she’s a writer too I guess so here’s part of her new book:
Speaking of books to pre-order for Tuesday!!!
The GOR-JUSS paperback version of Whiskey and Ribbons, the first novel from mine and everyone’s friend Leesa Cross-Smith, comes out Tuesday and LOOOOK AT IT:
*eyes emoji forever*
And AcTuALLY you haven’t even reached the end of this pre-ordering feature yet b/c just this morning I ordered Leesa’s newest book of short stories called SO WE CAN GLOW, I assume inspired by some version of her story Knock out the Heart Lights So We Can Glow:
Exie roamed the aisles of the 24-hour grocery store when she got lonely; touching things and gently placing cans and paper cartons in her little basket, only to make a loop and put them back on the shelves. She liked the music they played. Songs about trusting Jesus and boys driving around with girls and first kisses on front porches. She was drawn to the dusty items no one else seemed to love. A long, crinkly-packaged stripey jumprope on a crooked rack in the cereal aisle. Weird, local homemade sauces in the condiment aisle. Her favorite jar was Eula's Egg Sauce. The drawing of Eula was sweet-smiley and big-busted. Exie had never met either of her grandmothers but she liked to think that they were like Eula. She bought the sauce and went to her car. Locked the doors, opened the jar, stuck her tongue in and licked. The sauce was goopy pudding-thick and red-yellow but Exie thought it tasted purple. At home, her husband unhinged the creaky door to his sleepiest blanket-voice. Asked her where she'd been. “Do you remember when I was eating pineapple and started to cry because I was alive and some people weren't?” She said. Reminded him of that morning after church when her hair was still baptism-wet. How she sat at the kitchen table, feeling like she was getting re-baptized, drowning in the sunlight. Her husband was a good man and she loved him but he didn't know to be special, how to glow. She said it was pretty simple and she'd teach him. There was no big secret. You just had to let the things in your heart get real dark first.
I love you,
Lindsey