November 2009
1 post
promise...
I am soon to get back to this pitiful little corner of disrepute. All i can talk about right now is surgeries, portfolios, desserts, and shockingly debilitating knots in my back and neck. Oh, and watching the doc play video games.
But not now. Haircut in less than an hour, before which I need to hobble my crippled self into the shower. If you don’t hear from me again, you can assume that I...
September 2009
8 posts
August 2009
3 posts
shit
i hoped i’d be good at this… turns out i suck. school is starting shortly and i’ll be swamped with student essays, but at least i’ll have somewhat of a schedule. we’ll see if that helps. otherwise, tumblr, i’ll see you in 45 days or so.
on the way to MicroCenter to get a new videocard
me: So, are you SO excited we're going to Nerdsville?
mark: Ohmygodyes, and you have NO idea what sort of watercooling, alienware, babycasket mod we're walking out of here with.
June 2009
3 posts
tweavesdropping part 1
So… there I was, nursing an epic headache the worst way I know how—tracking back and forth through DVRed MSNBC coverage and scrolling twitter via iPhone—and a slip of the thumb send me careening into the mythical Public Timeline. T’is a veritable smörgåsbord of non sequiturs in languages heretofore unknown to me, from Farsi to LOLcat. The throb in my brain box has kept me...
driving to the movies... noticing crazy low clouds...
me: honey! check it out!
mark: totally!
me: cloud city!
mark: it's Bespin!
me: it's crazy!
mark: whaddayou got against Lando Calrissian?!
me: niiiice. how do you spell that?
mark: L A N... (giggles)
May 2009
3 posts
things i learned watching Star Trek 2009
Okay, so I am by no means a Trekkie, a Trekker, or even really a fan. I never watched the show but have flashes of memory about a few early original episodes and The Wratch of Khan. Didn’t some bad guys put bugs in one’s ears to make them talk? Or was it that you had to put your hand in a box? No… I think that was Dune. Wow, did I just make a Dune reference? I am clearly...
April 2009
8 posts
i'm not crying. it's just been raining... on my...
Maybe it’s the eleventeenthousandth day of dreary weather outside.
Maybe it’s the financial meltdown / employment rates / war / other war / impending other war / eco-disaster / partisan backbiting / fear mongering / hate mongering / stupiditymongering / mongering in general / etc.
Maybe it’s hormones.
Whatever the case, my eyes have been leaking all morning—in a good way...
fantasy v. reality
What I should do:
Clean the refrigerator and fill it with new and nutritious groceries.
Destash 80% of my office/art shit.
Deliver the growing army of bags to the recycling and thrift centers.
Dust, vacuum, disinfect.
Find semi-permanent homes for the monstrous pile of shoes at the door.
What I probably will do:
Maybe toss the bad zucchini and chicken that says “Best by March...
March 2009
5 posts
Fair and squarely f*cked →
for your mid-morning culture-slash-cussfest, i give you:
The Skinhead Hamlet http://sub-zero.mit.edu/bakunin/hamlet.html
warning: not for the faint of heart, unless of course you enjoy a good “f*ck.”*
*the WORD, people… now get your minds out of that gutter.
February 2009
34 posts
♫ ♫ he can only hold her for so long...
Amy Winehouse always makes me shimmy in my chair, shoulders shifting like an old washing machine with a tight belt. ♫ http://blip.fm/~2jrls
everything's amazing; nobody's happy. →
Louis CK on the state of the nation.
«socking away this gem for safe-keeping»
more lameness
Installment #2 of the “make a list” theory of blog jump-startage. The plan is to make myself do this exercise in uber-vanity once a week. So, without further ado, more about your humble tumblrer:
I must admit that much of this is lifted from a silly Facebook note I wrote weeks ago. Call it priming the creativity pump.
I am sometimes paralyzed by perfectionism. Exhibit A: my website....
Once. and again. and again.
So… I caught the tail end of Once on cable this evening, which has sent me straight back to Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova’s achingly brilliant soundtrack. Sitting here in the dark, ratty old ghettoheadphones heavy on my ears, I can feel Glen Hansard pull my heart from my chest. Impassioned acoustic guitar becomes percussive in “Say it to Me Now”; if it were wailing from...
don't cry for me, tumblr followers
I feel a little like Madonna’s Evita… hoping Antonio Banderas is in the throngs and not singing anything too bad about me.
It has come to my attention that a handful of peeps have hopped on my stair-car (yes, haphazardly switching pop-cult allusions… keep up!), as it were. Well, you’re welcome to come along for the ride, but I wanted to give you fair warning:
I’m...
post-oscars snark
I think I might edit a feature length film composed completely of clips from other films. Creative Commons? All I need now is a title.
when crushes collide
I just realized: Special Agent Dale Cooper (Kyle MacLachlan in Twin Peaks) & Stephen Colbert are nearly 1 & the same. ♥ x ♥ = ♥² (swoon!)
things I'll never be, part I
I’ll never be a boxer, mainly due to the Vaseline-on-face and Q-tips-up-nose trainer pep talks between rounds. I wince at the thought, and watch through squinted eyes whenever I hear the choppy Spanish translation after the bell. But I’d rather watch that than ultimate fighting any day. There’s just something too weirdly intimate about it. Fetishistic. Exposed. I think it’s...
An open letter to my HP color laserjet 3500...
Hey guy,
I thought we were getting along. Why are you being such a dick?
love, erin
three weeks into thirty-five. word.
I haven’t had an eye exam in 20 years. Never ever needed one. Now i’m struggling a bit with reading on page and on screen. So…doc or drugstore readers?
boyracer :: faster, faster
i could listen to The Brunettes’ “Boyracer” 40 times today. 3x down, 37 to go.
sign of the apocalypse?
Today was a beautiful springlike day, the first of the year…
…and parents had their kids lined up around the building, waiting for hours to get into an overpacked Chuck E Cheese’s. It was a velvet rope situation, a la Studio 54, but with a ball-pit coated with MRSA and pizza grease in place of a bathroom littered with coke straws and DNA. Eww… either way.