6.26.12

A. found a puppy in Pershing Square a few days ago. No tags, no microchip, and no sign of an owner. She was a ridiculous little thing, all silky curls, bounces, and kisses. Chaucer was over the moon. I'm guessing a mix of Maltese and Yorkshire Terrier. A Morkie? We kept her overnight, thought about keeping her, and tried tempting some friends with her before reluctantly heading to the pound. She'll be adopted in a heartbeat.



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I went out with a friend in Hollywood on Friday night - sushi at Katana, drinks at SkyBar, and dancing at Greystone Manner. Paul Oakenfold was playing, though we got nowhere near enough to actually set eyes on him. Packed dance floor, and VIP sections heavily guarded by surly bouncers who all but laughed at my attempts to charm my way past. Still had a blast.

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Saw Moonrise Kingdom. Really sweet story and the kind of visual aesthetic that makes you want to blast through the candy glass filter and permanently check into that world. All subdued colors, buttons and plastic, felt and wool. I could have done with a slightly less Emma Watson-looking Suzy, but I still loved it.

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Chaucer's been amazingly well-behaved at the dog park lately. The past couple of years, he's grown aggressive towards medium-to-large sized dogs, so I sadly had to pull him from pup party socialization, lest he bite someone and I end up in the clink. But last week while walking him, I ran into some friends who were on their way to the dog park. They encouraged me to let Chauc loose, and said they'd have my back and help me out if he got into a tussle. So I went for it, holding my breath as I unclipped him and he went bounding across the grass to join the group - but he was like a new dog. Playing and sparring and running with labs and pits like they were old friends. No fighting whatsoever. It made my week.

Since then, I've been letting him have more and more park play, still vigilant when big dogs are around, but much more relaxed about the experience. It makes me so, so happy when my dog gets to be a dog. To run and wrestle and chase and do his dog thing. No pics yet of him around bigger dogs (want to stay alert enough to break up a fight), but here's some lil ones he met recently:



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A. made me a secret box from a book I brought home from my dad's. Some of its chapters would make excellent band names, like "The Righteous Gentiles".



Unfortunately, none of my secrets is little enough to be stored in such a small space.



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This coming weekend, a friend is throwing a Japanese-themed dinner party, and costumes are mandatory. WTF. No idea how to approach that one without a) looking like a fool or b) insulting anyone. I'm sure I'll manage to do both.

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I've discovered a ton of new music on Spotify lately.

Man of Devotion, by Fool's Garden (would make an amazing soundtrack song)
Allo, Darlin' - great lyrics
Walk on The Moon - a cross between Two Door Cinema Club and Panic at The Disco
Yellow Ostrich - lead singer has the coolest voice. Sounds a bit like Brian Molko (Placebo) and a bit like Nate Ruess (Format/Fun). Overall sound is The Strokes meets The Kinks, maybe?
Animal Kingdom - reminds me of Muse and Radiohead
Lykke Li - reminds me of Lisa Germano
Tennis - reminds me of Feist
Tanlines - fun dance music, especially Three Trees
The Submarines - if you like Stars, A Fine Frenzy, and/or Little and Ashley, you'll love The Submarines
Contact High by Architecture in Helsinki - reminds me of Dandy Warhols