August 2009
6 posts
Eat it, bros!
Nothing says “party” like a life-size cake of dead Lenin.
That little girl is lovin’ it™.
I'm back today, I'm bored today
I am at work on a sunshiney Saturday. Can you believe it?
THESE GUYS CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!
July 2009
2 posts
I enjoy Dallas Clayton.
Dallas Clayton is a poet and illustrator with a website on the internet that I wish you would look at. Here is a recent example:
I like it. Maybe you will too?
let the tumblring begin (again) (?)
hey guys. what’s up?
June 2009
1 post
May 2009
1 post
April 2009
11 posts
Watchrandomonium:
Super Mario with Harmonica
(thanks Caleb!)
YES.
March 2009
5 posts
“I don’t blow on cake.”
– Nancy Pelosi, after plucking the candle out of her birthday cupcake before blowing it out (via blogonthe)
Use in tandem with the keyboard drum machine. →
YES. I am a mobile dance party machine. (More so.) →
February 2009
7 posts
Beetlejuice, BeatleJuice, Lohn Lemon
George Pearrison! Fantastic(o).
“I never would have dreamed it, but now I do.”
– David Byrne saying awesome things casually.
“To see live fish in a dream is very much good luck unless the fish was carp, in...”
– Dream symbolism dictionary hates carp.
Genius of engineering
Unhinge your jaws like snakes, children.
January 2009
16 posts
There is a certain kind of joy
that can only come from spotting half an Oreo cookie smashed (but still intact!) up against the outside of a subway car as the train rolls in to the staiton, glued to the metal with its own cream filling.
I wish I had an Oreo.
Morning commute
At Essex, three men got on the J train. They all wore faux fur hats over knit caps and shouldered garish Le Sport Sac bags covered in loud pink and blue cartoon prints and the words “Le Sport Sac” on all the binding. The men stood in a triangle around one of the poles with the bags resting on their backs so that I could see they all still had the price tags hanging off of them. The...
President Obama!
The best part was when the jumbo-tron would switch from Bush to Michelle or Barack Obama and back and the crowd would “Boo” or “Woo” with the changing imgage. It was like red light, green light for partisan politics.
(The other best part was Barack Obama being president.)
Holding hot coffee in 7 degree winter.
When I step outside the fingers holding the to-go cup buzz violently. The swarm of bees that sleep in my fingers have all been startled awake. In a high school science class I learned that this is the buzz of a thousand little capillaries bursting open all at once and over and over. It is not a comforting thought. I try moving my fingers a little to blur the sensation. It makes me squeamish. It...
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The count-down clock is counting down
We are this close. Finally.
Once she was in a Broadway show
She wears her hair straight and dyed blond. It’s a decent enough dye job, a sort of strawberry straw. It falls to the middle of her spine like a teenager. The strands on either side of her face are always a shade darker, stringy with grease (she slides her fingers down them compulsively). When she asks you a question it takes her whole body. She’ll roll her chair out and lean over from...
Curious notes
On May 7, I wrote down an idea for a play. It looked like this:
geodesic
geology
geography
math of shapes!
I still like the sound of it, but what could I have possibly meant? Perhaps it is just a poem.
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One month after the worst attack in U.S. history,...
This Vanity Fair piece about Bush’s daughter’s gay friend coming to dinners at the White House makes for an interesting distraction.
“Sounds like you had some trouble down there at the gate!” […]
“Hello, Mr. President. Brian Smith. Yes, sorry about that. I was in an accident … ”
He interrupts. “Well, the girls are getting ready and I’m supposed to give you a tour, Smitty....
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Alcoholic puns for hope
The brewer […] goes heavy on the alcohol, upping the percentage from 8% in his last batch to 9% in honor of the new year. “It’s not too common,” says Chapple-Sokol of the high percentage. “Most beers are four or five percent. But it’s a celebration beer.”
The countdown to the inauguration has begun and now I know what ale to celebrate with. Beer me some change I can believe in.
Trash from the street: Glenn makes Tina a mix CD
Last summer I met my friend Joseph on the street outside a dinner party. He pulled a CD from the pocket of his pants and handed it to me. He owed me a Lil Wayne mix but said he hadn’t made it yet, so instead here’s a CD he found on the sidewalk! Score 1 for me.
I rediscovered this CD today and therefore so have you (for the first time)!
“Tina, Here are some songs that make me...
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Let me taste the colors
I’ve been on a recent kick of eating things that are “natural” and “don’t have masses of refined sugar” so maybe this is to blame for my near-uncontrollable urge to have giant Augustus Gloop-sized bites of this cake in my mouth right now. Maybe. But maybe it’s that it is a psychedelic eyeful of magic that can’t possibly exist in real life (except...
When I boil water I make it sing
I bought a tea kettle on my way home from work today. This is a big deal because for the past 2 years (at least) I have been boiling my tea-destined water in a regular, every-day pot. NOT COUTH. I spent $14.07 on it and when I hold it up to my face I can see me looking back.
It also happens to be the same tea kettle Betty Draper uses in Mad Men. Me and Betty Draper shop at the same hardware...
This is your brain on the city
I have never been a good speller.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way: for the past year or so I have been moderately concerned with what I am convinced is a steep and steady decline in my already underdeveloped spelling skillz. Because I am a hypochondriac, my first reaction is to assume that there is something genetically and irreversibly wrong with me. But because I am neither a...