February 2009
January 2009
“The museum’s collection includes some 6,000 works — among them seminal paintings...”
– Outcry Over a Plan by Brandeis to Sell Its Museum’s Holdings
here’s to hoping i can snag a rauschenberg for a bargain basement price.
but seriously? don’t do it, brandeis.
our weird ways
my roommate is in her room, practicing clarinet and talking to herself.
she’s very excited about new quartet sheet music and some fancy reeds.
i’m excited about an egg shaped coat and watching videos of sprouse runway shows.
we’re special.
“If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for...”
– Kahlil Gibran
(via magoshasblog)
my dad is traveling to Cut and Shoot, Tx today →
i’ve requested a souvenir t-shirt. although, i might just make one myself.
related: i have a thing for certain towns just based on their names. magnolia, pleasanton, shiner. one reason i love the house i live in now is because the town is referenced in my favorite lyle lovett song, ‘san antonio girl’. (and it’s not san antonio)
i don't think i've made my own breakfast in months
pulled together some deliciousness just now. i’m quite good at this.
“Coin-Operated Boy” - Dresden Dolls
(via...
the hold steady - slapped actress
afternoon agenda
sit on open line for 3 hours, doing 2 minute tasks as needed, listening to people breathing heavily
move files off the lappy and onto my external drive
organize all my receipts for expenses thus far in 2009
think about writing performance review for my kiddie, dawdle
organize 2008 docs
think about filing taxes, procrastinate
make fried rice
take a nap
or two.
it is only noon
and i’m ready for a nap.
first time in this apartment since maybe the first...
i arrived to a poo smelling place courtesy of the kitty who did a giant one. i guess my roomie is still at work. i don’t know if i can stay awake until she gets home.
i’m so tired, i feel wilted.
at least my bed is made and my room is clean. that’s nice.
"where do you live?" should not be a hard question...
eff this situation. i need to be normal.
“what, is IM not working right now?”
– M to me after i left a note for my coworker handwritten with a fat marker on a napkin i found. i signed it with a heart and another coworker’s name.
i’m high on sugar right now, from fruit and nerds. i cannot be held responsible.
i just recently found a new OC like 2 weeks ago
he’s young and goofy. adorable.
too bad today is our last day working together. i’m helping him work on his resume.
i know everyone else is totally okay with it or...
but this online dating jazz still creeps me out. i know people that do it. i have friends that do it. (with and without success) i logically know they’re not all pedophiles and creepers. i still think it’s weird.
i also know that i have an all too informative blog which can sometimes read like one giant singles ad, thus making me a bit of a hypocrite maybe? because wtf is the...
while boy shopping for her on okcupid
me: omigosh! go on a date with him, he likes buffalo chicken pizza!
r: i'm glad you have your priorities in order
...
r: i feel like if you don't have to pay for the site, you're gonna meet freaks
me: freaks have money too you know
my new super (not) secret plan
be on the bench for all of march. spend some nyc days at museums or the library. visit a couple friends in LA and chi. spend all of sxsw week in austin. if this happens that will be sweet. and then on march 30 i’d like to start on a new project in a cool city and be securely staffed for the rest of the year. that would be oh so great.
in other news: I FOUND MY HOUSE/APARTMENT KEYS. THEY...
“i stopped listening to you once you told me you liked journey like 3 months ago.”
– D to J.
everyone in my office is uber-crotchety today and it’s kind of hilarious/awesome. even the nicest boy is cursing and throwing death stares. blame it on the rain?
over 25% of my facebook communications are...
is this what being a parent is like? no one wants to talk about you, they just want to talk about your kid?
i’m totes ok with it. she is adorable.
i think i have 3 people i tell almost everything...
between all three, they know all my secrets. considering how private and secretive i used to be, this is kind of a big deal.
no one person knows the whole though. i can’t commit to that much open-ness all at once.
everyone in town wants to go drinking tonight and...
but instead for tonight i’m planning on a gorge-fest at some brazilian bbq joint in framingham with one of my favorite haters who doesn’t drink at all.
here’s to being a fatty instead of a lush, if only for one night.
“i can appreciate what radiohead is trying to do, but they still make my ears...”
– nudawn on Rothko
that sums up how feel about both, only perhaps a little bit less severe. i was totally not impressed with the massive rothko exhibition at the tate. i was totally not floored by radiohead at lolla. i appreciate both but am not moved by them the way other people seem to be.
“morning. are you sick? you look like shit.”
– the first thing C said to me as i walked in this morning. then he offered me a cookie.
oh, how i’m going to miss this kid when he goes back to philly.
Watchthis was playing on my drive out from the airport. i used to be obsessed with this video when it first came out.
anyways, i think what i usually refer to as my bitch look should instead be called my ‘get back stare’. it seems a little bit nicer… i guess?
télépopmusik - breathe
…another day, just...
i was going to go to the grocery store before my...
but then i realized i have no keys to the house to lock it up. and also i have no keys to my apartment. currently, i can only go in and out of places where i live if someone is there to let me in and lock up after.*
i think this says something deep and metaphorical about my life. it’s probably sad so i won’t think about it right now.
*except hotel rooms, the hotel is my domain.
i cannot imagine life without breakfast tacos.
almost everything tastes better wrapped in a flour tortilla.