If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model...

I was in the middle of recommending Francesca Lia Block's YA novel I Was A Teenage Fairy over at cesperanza's GLBT lit rec request post, and I just had to go find my favorite passages from the book. The opening lines are this gloriously stylized anthropomorphization of Los Angeles and the San Fernando Valley. Block brings it up again later in the book to describe New York, too.

( Los Angeles )

( New York )

God, I love her writing.

haircuts and chocolate milk

Hey, did I mention I got a haircut? I would post pictures, but alas, my camera is in my suitcases, which apparently have crossed over into the Dimension of Lost Socks. I found the guy on yelp.com, and he knew his shit. Apparently I have not one, but two cowlicks on the back of my head. This is probably why my hair sticks up so spectacularly when I wake up in the morning. It's sad that I've had 21+ years of haircuts without a single stylist pointing this out to me.

Anyway, since I can't show you pictures, this is all just a lead-up to say that while walking down 23rd Street in Chelsea on my way to the salon, I'm 99.9% sure that I passed (and made eye contact with) Rufus Wainwright, who was speaking to a woman in rapid French. Which is why I'm pretty sure it was actually Rufus Wainwright and not just some guy who looked like him. :)