{ moon song by karen o }

The Moon Song, written and sung by Karen O, was recently nominated as one of the Best Original Songs for the Academy Awards. It was written for the Spike Jonze movie Her, about a heartbroken man who falls in love with a computer operating system. If the song is any indication of how sweet and intimate the film is, I can't wait to see it.

I'm lying on the moon

My dear, I'll be there soon

It's a quiet starry place

Time's we're swallowed up

In space we're here a million miles away

There's things I wish I knew

There's no thing I keep from you

It's a dark and shiny place

But with you my dear

I'm safe and we're a million miles away

We're lying on the moon

It's a perfect afternoon

Your shadow follows me all day

Making sure I'm okay and

We're a million miles away

{ when harry met sally }

The Mindy Project has been one of my favorite shows lately. Her character's confidence is sexy and charming and her life is like a rom-com. I found a fan-made music video of how the show parallels with When Harry Met Sally. So cute.

{ mountain dew commercial disguised as a love poem }

Here’s what I’ve got, the reasons why our marriage
might work: Because you wear pink but write poems
about bullets and gravestones. Because you yell
at your keys when you lose them, and laugh,
loudly, at your own jokes. Because you can hold a pistol,
gut a pig. Because you memorize songs, even commercials
from thirty years back and sing them when vacuuming.
You have soft hands. Because when we moved, the contents
of what you packed were written inside the boxes.
Because you think swans are overrated.
Because you drove me to the train station. You drove me
to Minneapolis. You drove me to Providence.
Because you underline everything you read, and circle
the things you think are important, and put stars next
to the things you think I should think are important,
and write notes in the margins about all the people
you’re mad at and my name almost never appears there.
Because you make that pork recipe you found
in the Frida Khalo Cookbook. Because when you read
that essay about Rilke, you underlined the whole thing
except the part where Rilke says love means to deny the self
and to be consumed in flames. Because when the lights
are off, the curtains drawn, and an additional sheet is nailed
over the windows, you still believe someone outside
can see you. And one day five summers ago,
when you couldn’t put gas in your car, when your fridge
was so empty—not even leftovers or condiments—
there was a single twenty-ounce bottle of Mountain Dew,
which you paid for with your last damn dime
because you once overheard me say that I liked it.

-- Matthew Olzmann