anmut der bewegung im täglichen leben (grace of movement in daily life) by bess m. mensendieck, 1912. what’s interesting about this book is its use of a model to illustrate the same posture, in clothe and semi-nude. the illustrations have the strangeness and erotism of goya’s la maja vestida and la maja desnuda.
So, today? A group of thug types followed me four blocks singing “Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer”.
I didn’t realize they were talking about me until they caught up with me then I exclaimed, “Are you making fun of my nose?!” And they started laughing then one was like, “How you doin?” And I covered my nose with both hands and mewed, “I’m COLD!” And another wrapped his arms around me and they walked with me another block until I lied and said I had a boyfriend.
By then I realized I had missed the street to go down to get to the place I was trying to get to and my fingers were so cold I couldn’t even google map anymore (even with gloves on) and it started raining so I stumbled into a coffee shop and ordered a large dark roast? And he said they were out of drip coffee?! And I started crying.
I think it’s officially winter.
(Oh, by the way, evidently my nose gets really red when it’s cold out. A lot of people felt compelled to tell me this today.)
"My Head Is In the Sun"
Seven More Minutes (1999)
The Rentals are putting more music out soon.