Wednesday, January 30, 2008

pass the agress, please

This is interesting in light of PH's recent post. Kind of. I'm reflecting on the little gem stone in my box right now. Not sure what it is but my resistance is balooning to herculean proportions. This overpowering defiance surfaces in me every time I'm politely encouraged to...

"Please confirm receipt of this."

Thursday, January 24, 2008

holy (one) sheet

Sis-in-law Ashley is forever dispatching hip stuff from the realms of art and design. Today she filled my inbox with these magical paper creations ("Entries for an art contest at the Hirshorn Modern Art Gallery in DC requested the artist to use one sheet of paper only.")*

I like those snowballs.

*Some suspicious snoping exposed the email as a bullsheet**
**Kind of. The papercuts are the work of Danish artist Peter Callesen


I'm literally unable to follow this story, but the headline made my day.

Monday, January 21, 2008

spirit fingers!!

"Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it's thinking of yourself less."

Friday, January 18, 2008

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

best promise of the day...

Karin : "This is what I think we should promise each other. Lets never work in one of those office buildings off of the highway."

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

brand new jam: dec/jan 2008

Cable Television
Sour Cream
Planet Earth
Short hair
Toaster oven
Allison The Intern
Family Celebrity
Cherry Chapstick
Red Meat
Battleship Pretension
Extreme officle/apartment makeovers

Thursday, January 10, 2008

hi television

I canceled my cable television over the summer after an earnest creative or spiritual meltdown, only to have it returned to me last month, through magic. Re-entry has been a jarring and wonderful journey so far. I'm not gonna lie, there are some interesting new programs on this cable television of yours and I've sprouted a fondness for two of them in particular...

The show on the travel channel where that guy goes to different countries and eats crazy shit. Tonight's ep finds him suffering through some gritty anus dish in Namibia. Anthony Bourdain is clearly a prick* and I have a like-loathe relationship with all that self indulgent voice-overing. But those wild and wacky foods he eats are exciting and they film that jammy all over the world. Which is fun. Sometimes for a pathetic and exciting second I feel as though I've traveled to a different country and learned a thing or two.

The show on VH1 where e-list celebrities like that guy from Grease the movie go to rehab together. Okay, confession -- I haven't seen it yet. It starts in five minutes. But it looks powerfully awfulsome, and reality anything about drugs or addiction or rehab and I'm on it like white on coke.

Bonus: VH1 has also been airing a bold and absorbing doc series about drugs called something like "drugs." It's outstanding.

*but fascinating

spirit fingers (exclamation pointless edition)

Monday, January 7, 2008

new kid on the blog!

Oh, hello approximately three loyal readers (Mr. Papadopoulos: stop lurking and start commenting!) Thirsty for something new? Take a generous sip of refreshingly hip and funny diet iced tea . The format (or whatever it's called -- what's it called?) is crispy n' clean, and I'm an insta-fan of this tumblr bizness (even though it makes bloggyspot look kinda wrinkly). By the way blogspotters, I can't get my gumballs straight up there -- if you can help, please share and care.


As a chronic worrier and occasional freaker-outer, I willfully avoid thinking about the inz and outz of my brother-in-law's ("cool" to some folks, chilling to me, certainly "topical") jay-oh-bee. But there are a few pieces of info I've been unable to escape.

1. Pilot Scott is somewhere in the Persian Gulf*
2. Pilot Scott lives on a ship called the Harry Truman.

So thank gawd my sister gave the family a heads up about this story today or else I would have lost my fucking mind. And of course thank gawd these guys are okay and thank gawd he's okay.


Overstimulated from an eventful weekend and a tense work day. Joy tonight looks like... an indulgent and immediate post-work/pre-dins shower, blobbin' a liddle by the soft light of this shabby chic-y lamp, and two consecutive new-to-me episodes of Intervention on some happily inexplicable cable.

I'm pooped .


*Actual photo of actual Scott flying actual plane off actual boat somewhere in actual Persian Gulf

Thursday, January 3, 2008

connect four

Heylook -- my sibbies and me all in one place (and two leetle ones tah boot). A wave of okayness always washes over me whenever I see the four of us smooshed together on couches in photos like this.


Fab fours, s'mores:

* Four elements (Greek Classical): fire, air, water, earth.
* Four seasons : spring, summer, autumn, winter.
* Four parts of a day: night, morning, afternoon, evening.
* Four rules : addition, subtraction, multiplication, division.
* Four cardinal directions: north, south, east, west.
* Four Temperaments : sanguine, choleric, melancholic, phlegmatic.
* Four Humors : blood, yellow bile, black bile, phlegm.
* Four Evangelists : Matthew, Mark, Luke, John.
* Four horsemen of the Apocalypse : war, famine, plague, death.
* Four suits of playing cards : hearts, diamonds, clubs, spades.
* Four US time zones: Pacific, Mountain, Central, and Eastern.
* The number of tines of most forks is four.
* There are four Noble Truths in the Buddhist faith.
* There were four Superman movies starring Christopher Reeve.
* The Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman, The Human Torch, and The Thing.
* The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Leonardo, Donatello, Rafael, and Michelangelo.
* The Beatles: John Lennon, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, and Paul McCartney.
* Pac-Man is constantly on the run from four ghosts: Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Clyde.

fade to blag

I'd really like to be blogging right now, but time permits only one short blag. And quick! So... in my blogsence, I recommend you check out this essay written by my sister Alison about her life right now.