1. I’m making chicken soup for dinner tonight, using the remains of a chicken I roasted a week or so ago. As I stood over the stove, picking every last bit of meat off of the carcass, slowly exposing the fragile ribs and well-boiled scraps of kidney, I found myself thinking: this is what my flesh would be like, if cooked. This, how naked the bones. This, how easily it slips away.
2. Terry’s Diary. Okay, so I think Terry Richardson is probably a bit of a demented pervert (see the many reports from models who accuse him of inappropriate conduct during shoots…), and it’s debatable how much of an artistic genius he is, but goddamn I love following his photo blog. The photographs fall into two categories: (1) random snapshots of things Terry Richardson sees, be it the Eiffel Tower or a patch of odd graffitti, and (2) pictures of celebrities. Many of them. Often playing what is (apparently) Terry Richardson’s favourite game: they put on his glasses, and he puts on theirs. They take a photo giving a thumbs-up to the camera. Terry posts the photos on his blog with the caption “Me as [celebrity]. [Celebrity] as me.” I dunno, it’s hard to explain. Just go have a look. Either you’ll like it or you won’t; it’s pretty clear from the first page or so what it’s all about.
3. I’m going to London tomorrow, to visit dear friends I met in India and haven’t seen since. I’m very excited. It always surprises me (in a delightful way) when people I haven’t seen for a long time are excited to see me.
4. American Idol. Scotty? Really? I’m still mourning for Casey and Haley.