Meditation2

Hrmmm...

Once in a great while I get some anonymous commenter on my blog who says something annoying. Since my posts are written for my friends (hi!) if they wanted to make a comment they could just IM, email, or call me. That said, I'm closing comments from now on. If you're my friend you already have my contact info.

The things I do

I was putting on my work out clothes and was thinking, "Where's my iPod?" I looked in the usual spots and couldn't find it anywhere.

Then, as I was pulling my clothes out of the washing machine, I see my headphones wrapped around some jeans.

Oh.

Shit.

I pull the jeans out to find my Shuffle still attached to the headphones. And I'm thinking I totally blew $100 by leaving my Shuffle in my jacket pocket and throwing it into the wash. (I don't care at all about the headphones.) Tentatively, I pressed play. IT FUCKING WORKS.

Wow.

"I’ll be the one who'll break my heart"

I think I like Feist's last album better but "I Feel It All" is definitely my favorite song from The Reminder.

"I love you more, I don't know what I knew before." Love it.

"A bridge of sighs"

              Seeking subtle shifts
Of granular subtraction
the gray of a hair
              invisible in dimness

your gauzy memory
              glowing away wrinkles
              blurring away frustration

soft aching
              wistful

and she
              with lungs filled with your vapor
holds her breath
              day after day
savoring
then exhales
              and chokes on your absence

and in a breath
              warmth has cooled
              and fall has begun

Not too popular

I got this from today's Very Short List email: The iVillage Baby Name Wizard which shows American baby name popularity. (No I am not posting this because of baby pangs, I just find it interesting.)

You know you're at work too late...

...when you hear the people upstairs very obviously having sex. Oy.

Still better than school

Once every month I have my I-am-so-overwhelmed-I-think-about-quitting day. Today is that day.

The time line is actually pretty similar to school projects which generally lasted 3 to 4 weeks. At some point in every project there was a really frustrating day that makes you wonder why you do it. It makes you question your abilities and talent, it makes regret those sacrifices you made, it makes you wish you had become what your parents told you you should have done. But there's just too much fucking work to do to think through those thoughts so you cry for 10 minutes, guzzle coffee, and finish the god damned project.
(Some of my classmates saved time by crying on their drive to school.)

At least with working you do that and make money.

On WI[ine][li]MO

The past several weeks

friendship, one by one,
dissolved by imbalance,
like breaking down like

All that and a bag of chips

This morning I was reading a rather dull and poorly written piece on if Apple is good for design. I glazed over it and headed to the next entry on Design Observer and found a pretty amusing exchange between a designer and a potato chip company. He found a whole potato in his bag of chips. There are some chips that are made from powdered, dehydrated potatoes, at least we now know for sure that Cape Cod chips are made from real potatoes.

Girl Talk Pretty One Day

(Girl Talk's Gregg Gillis)

After he smashed the wine glass on his head at Friday's Wired Magazine's party, I knew he was my new nerd-boy crush.

And ooh, ooh, the video of him singing Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice." Watch for me taking photos towards the very end of the video.