the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: January, 2008

oatmeal with cioran


when it’s raining outside a little bit of Cioran can warm the soul in an unchicken noodle soup kind of way.

After all, the best presents are those one randomly stumbles upon. I remember taking walks as a little girl after a long rain–kneeling at puddles where swollen earthworms had found their death day. Fascinating, in fact, that it took me more than ten years to learn why rainy days were not good days for worms. 

So in looking for this quote by Cioran,

Bach’s music is the only argument proving the creation of the Universe can not be regarded a complete failure.”

I came to learn there was a woman in the background of Cioran’s life. Little is translated, and there isn’t even a photograph except for a picture of their gravestone and her name carved under his.

What I dug up were a few documents in french and this entry:

When his Cahiers were published two years later, I discovered that during his whole life – or at least since the fifties – there had been a woman, Simone Boué, behind him and supporting him. And by supporting him, I mean that she must really have fed him: she was the working one, the one who plodded along when in France her companion’s books were neglected by mainstream readers. However, she isn’t mentioned in any of Cioran’s books, so that when reading his aphorisms or his essays one might be tempted to believe that he lived in utter loneliness, in a small and damp poet’s garret in rue de l’Odéon, Paris, which is – admittedly – a very attractive picture of a nihilist thinker. Simone Boué was the silent one and led the very normal life of an English teacher in some obscure lycée. I also read that her first assignments as a teacher were very far from Paris. At the same time Cioran kept on babbling about the meaninglessness of life and history and musing about suicide, which he never committed. Then, in the eighties he was discovered by students – and, he ironically added, not even by university students, but by les lycéens. And before that? Before that there had been good Simone Boué, who after Cioran’s death collected and typed Cioran’s notebooks and edited them. After their publication in 1997, Simone Boué died in an accident. A very strange one, though, because apparently she drowned in the Atlantic Ocean, at Dieppe – if I am not mistaken, as I haven’t found any evidence of this in the internet – where the couple had a home. Of course one can’t but think that Simone committed the suicide that her companion had written about for so many years without ever taking the final step.

the rest of the entry here.

are you feeling existentialist?

if so,  here’s some fun cioran for a Monday morning: “Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?”


this is what happens when you’re away for a couple of days…

  • galliano’s pursed lips get posted on youtube


 i’m lusting.

from here

hair peace

on days when i want to chop chop my thin (albeit now shiny) hair. the sart reminds me that french women really don’t give a damn about dry ends, a little frizz and fly aways.

              (because i really do wear my hair back every stinkin’ day)

       (and when it’s down it really doesn’t do much more than this)


getting to know you, getting to know all about you…

we know losing it tagged us because she wanted us to confess that the child star of Oliver! sent us a Valentine card once upon a time, but we’ll never fess up. Instead, we’ll share some random, meaningless information about the ugly earring.

The rules:
– Link to the person that tagged you
– Post the rules on your blog
– Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
– Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs (I’m only doing 3 because I’m a rebel like that)
– Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website


Well, here goes:

1. i was a mat maid (wrestlerette) in high school. (i also wore L.A. gear sneakers).

2. i’ve almost overcome my shopping addiction. it was so bad that a girlfriend and i actually had to create a friendship clause to avoid committing shoppers’ hari kari. we turned into cat-fightin’ hysterical women when we were together, especially near melrose ave or in a thrift store. in order to safeguard our friendship and have money for rent, we were not allowed to shop together. (but when we broke the rule, it was so much fun!) 


3.  i love yoko

4.  in elementary school, i tried out for the role of juliet in our school’s production of romeo and juliet  (i didn’t get it) and then i tried out for juliet’s nurse (didn’t get that either), and then a singing street lady (nope, not that one either). So, what part did i get?

the prologue:

Two households, both alike in dignity, 
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, 
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, 
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. 
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes 
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life; 
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows 
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife. 
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, 
And the continuance of their parents’ rage, 
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove, 
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; 
The which if you with patient ears attend, 
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.


5.  somewhere in the jungles of thailand, my cousin (who i’m partially named after) is a madame of a brothel (according to my mother who has a tendency to embelish stories and would probably say “no, she’s not–who told you that?” if you ever asked her. i’ve decided i like this story and am keeping it as is).

6. i made a bad ass puttanesca sauce last night.

here’s the recipe:


1/2 cup + 1 tbs extra virgin olive oil
6 anchovy fillets, chopped
1/2 tsp finly chopped garlic
3 cups canned whole peeled tomatoes (keep the juice), corsely chopped
2 tsps fresh chopped oregano (or 1/2 tsp dried oregano)
2 Tbs capers
8-10 black olives, pitted and julienned


  1. Put all but 1 Tbs of the olive oil and the anchovies in a large skillet over a low heat and cook, stirring until the anchovies disolve.
  2. Add the garlic and cook for about 15 seconds, taking care not to brown it (garlic gets bitter if browned)
  3. Raise the heat to a medium-high and add the tomatoes, and juice, with a pinch of salt. When the sauce comes comes to a boil, turn the heat down and simmer until the tomatoes have reduced and separated from the oil. This will probably take 20-40 minutes.
  4. Remove from the heat and set aside. If you want, you can now refrigerate the sauce and save for the next day.
  5. Bring 4 quarts of water to a boil in a large pot, add 1 tbs of salt, and drop in the pasta all at once, stirring until the strands are submerged. If you have a smaller pot, you can use less than 4 quarts of water, but you must constantly stir the spaghetti for one minute.
  6. When the pasta is halfway done, return the skillet with the sauce to a medium heat, adding the oregano, capers, and olives.
  7. When the pasta is cooked al dente, drain and toss with the sauce in the skillet over a low heat, adding the remaining tablespoon of olive oil.

                                            (from here)


the truth is if i tag anyone they probably will never respond, so here’s to the lovely cricket music playing in the background.

 and if you feel compelled to share, let me know, i’ll tag you! 

embroidered (iron) butterfly



cat party’s posting here is just what the naturopath ordered.

(can’t wait to get my hands on this delish eye candy and listen to some white magic.)

counting corn rows

i was wondering when we’d get a sneak peek!

*by way of nitro:licious via sally jane


snuck out during lunch and collected a few .99 thrift store items

  • vintage tuxedo jacket
  • two very balenciaga long skirts to be worn as tube top dresses (with seashell necklaces) this summer 
  • a very ugly hippie sweater cape
  • grecian sandals with gold and bronze leather straps
  • a man tunic for lova

rekindling the girl crush

and when she goes senile


there will be stone turtles and bare feet

(and we mustn’t forget the gauze head wrapping too).

outfits to match today’s earrings


(bell bottoms foreva!)


(perfect hairstyle for them grays)


(one point for ue’s fashion prediction: feather (boas) and seashells)


because during our off days we definitely love posing next to trees.

(from keyword magical mystery tour)