my heart's skippin, skippin and I dont know why

[Marley Magaziner]

I just came home from seeing Little Boots, Britain’s Lady Gaga, rock the eff out at Highline Ballroom. All killer no filler dancepopawesome. (Line from "Stuck on Repeat" is in the subject...it's stuck in my head. I'll send you the link to the album if you want it, just ask.)

 

Stephen’s Daily Rumpus came early today. The Humpus is late.   I was away from a computer from about 2 pm when I went to get my hair cut til now.  In between haircutting and getting home I bought a gluten free chocolate chip cookie, bought a new ipod (purple 16GB Nano, it’s cute!), had a vegan dinner at Angelica’s Kitchen with the boy, and saw Little Boots. 

 

Stephen didn’t answer my question about the quote in the Rumpus but he did write back to me, “My God, it’s so true.” I wrote back “J” since I didn’t really want to get into the subtleties of the quote.   I don’t think you need smarts or ambition to survive in NYC but I think if you come here from elsewhere, you probably have some of both.  I’m sure we can all think of examples where that doesn’t apply; ideally, though, newcomers to NYC throw themselves into the challenge of living here with savvy.

 

Aw who knows.

 

I’m tired.

 

Goodnight humpers.

 

Xo

Marley

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Today in the Humpus

 

My friend and burlesque troupe-mate Magdalena Fox upset the internet with her burlesque performance: http://io9.com/5483093/killing-jokes-torture-porn-gets-turned-into-torture-titillation

 

All publicity is good publicity.  Also it is suspected that the author of that article contacted her via ok cupid.  What does one say to a suitor who subtlely critiques ones burlesque performance without letting on that he knows who the performer was… “yeah, that was me” or “don’t make fun of my art” or… what?

 

I got Hootsuite on my phone today.  It’s the bomb.