Thursday, September 13, 2007

And now a beak from Theresa Duncan for a different kind of guilty pleasure

Unselfconscious and refreshing, this blog from another ex-L.A. resident is the antithesis of The Wit of the Staircase.

5 comments:

poussin said...

Thanks for that, Poulet. Ree is charming. What a darling Web site she has. Completely unpretentious and blessedly free from that dirty word, ART.

zipthwung said...

Don't go idealizing the noble savages!!!!!

The yellow brick road goes both ways and there are many witches.

Still, the food is good if a little rough and ready.

Aaron said...

hey poulet, you've taken some flack for being a hater, buit I know you dont hate the player. Theresa may not be the sharpest tack in the shed, but check this out

http://marksarvas.blogs.com/elegvar/2006/11/pynchons_invisi.html

not exactly high literature but its not bad. I didnt check to see if its palgiarized, but if it is i take it all back...

I got it offa dreams end - which is one rockin' blog if yu get it. Got it? Good.

SO dont shoot the messenger, just trying to keep it real (Im doing Jim beam not makers mark or gemorganie single malt bullshit, fuck that noise).

Yeah. Ok. Holla back.

Poulet said...

zip-
what can I say? I'm a sucker for farm equipment.
aaron-
good to have you. stop again by when you're sober.

lisa_emily said...

yee haw!

Who ever took art seriously anyway?