-- The latest episode of Poker Face opens with Natasha Lyonne nonchalantly leaning back in a chair, reading Jorge Luis Borges, and staring suspiciously at a rogue printer in an otherwise empty office.
We learn that she took a job in this office after binging The Office—a decision that later comes full circle in an LSD hallucination where B.J. Novak appears as the face of God (and also a guy who invented cheese-flavored substitute dip). She figures what she’s missing on the road is community—"the spectacle of mundanity". So, she decides to try out a desk job. But the office that hires her only needs a physical body in the building for insurance purposes—everyone else works remotely. The community she’s been searching for she eventually finds working as a ball/errand girl in a run-down baseball stadium.
Poker Face isn’t about the murder. You already know who did it, how, and even why. You mostly also know how they’ll get caught—Charlie is a human lie detector. So it becomes about everything else: what we lie about, when, and why.
Like all great detective fiction, it casts a microcosm into relief. It defines and examines a world by starting at the point of fracture.
I adore Natasha Lyonne. I adore Charlie. Charlie is basically Natasha Lyonne in another life.
There’s a scene where, after a particularly vivid LSD trip (yup. featuring B.J. Novak), a deeply hungover Charlie looks up from the floor and mutters, “My kingdom for electrolytes.”
I only want to talk like that.
-- this week i did a 48 hour fast. i didn't really feel hungry during it [which was not surprising]. i was able to resist the urge to fill the emotional void that is my relationship to food. atamoxitine makes me feel like i have superpowers sometimes [in that it makes me be able to not eat my body weight in chocolate every other day]but it fucks with my sleep. my kingdom for a night of rest.
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this week has been about dismantling all the several structures i have built in this house over the course of the last 3 years. taking them apart gives me a sense of how []'effortful?]' they were to build.
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i find that change seems to sneak up on me, even when its seemingly slow. as much as i hate packing, its like an odd way to slowly come to terms with something.
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i have never had/accumulated this much stuff in my life.
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what does one do with photos of old [used to be ] friends? i have many.
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i need to start using my polaroid camera again.