And here's one to close out the week.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Things to strive for in 2008
1. Learn to speak Spanish fluently
2. Work on creative projects outside of work
3. Explore my city
4. Learn new skills
5. Eat at new restaurants
6. Take more photos
7. Get cable (maybe)
8. Buy an iPhone
9. More time at the gym
10. Save money
Monday, January 14, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Ceci n'est pas Michael Kors
There's something very conceptual and existential about this picture, like what Duchamp and Nietzsche would sell to Us Weekly if they were BFFs and became paparazzi, or like being stoned out of your mind. Or maybe it totally freaks me out that he's not as orange as he usually is on Project Runway.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Top 10 bands/artists to work out to
Ten of my favorites while on the treadmill, in no particular order:
1) Sally Shapiro
2) The Jesus and Mary Chain
3) Andrew W.K.
4) Sean Paul
5) The KLF
6) The Faint
7) Timbaland/Justin Timberlake/Nelly Furtado (let's count them as one)
8) VHS or Beta
9) Madonna (I had to include her)
10) Old School vs. New School hip hop remix album
Related: I bought an ab roller at the thrift store yesterday. I haven't really got it to work my abs yet, but my triceps seem to get pretty sore using it. I wouldn't mind firm, non-flabby triceps.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Today might be the end of the world
I woke up this morning to a strange, loud whistling noise. It wasn't unlike a kettle that's ready. Once I became oriented, I realized it was the wind. Outside, a huge pool of rainwater collected at the corner of my block, something that's never happened before. See, growing up in California, I've never really experienced weather. Fifty degrees is way too cold, 80 is too hot. A 15 mph gust is too strong for comfort.
In the two blocks it took me to get to BART this morning, I became completely soaked. My umbrella was useless in the 40-60 mph winds so I put it away and secured my faux fur-lined parka hood. By the time I got to work, I had raisin hands.
I pray the huge windows behind me don't implode and impale me with shards of glass.
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