Put a little spring in your step

You just saw three monkeys go by on a motorcycle, didn't you?

This has been my desktop wallpaper for about three weeks now. 

I'm not entirely sure why. Gives me a nice chuckle when I see it.

OK, I suppose that's why. 

Yeah, you had us all fooled, Ricky.

Procrastination is:

- discussing gardening for four hours.
- liberating shelving units from old buildings.
- calling people in the middle of the night for a solid hour.
- googling the differences between gelato and ice cream.
- googling song titles from ten years ago.
- texting people.
- blogging.

Writing longhand and listening to

Little boy to little girl: I like you.
Little girl: What?
Little boy: I said "I like looking for rocks."

--Low Plaza, Columbia University

via overheard in new york

I'm thinking mint juleps, parasols and summer evenings

this week

1. dinner with stephanie t.
2. guerilla gardening with justin
3. cookbooks from daniel d.
4. the best of the cookbooks from daniel d.
5. windowsill gardens in the printmaking studio

CS5. Content Aware function is black magic, I'm tellin' you.

how you like me now?

[via text]
me: Your Sharpie (and some pound cake) are next to your ghetto-ass shower. Thanks!
Turner: I heart you
me: Calm down chief, it's just a quarter of some supermarket pound cake.
Turner: Clearly our value system differs slightly.

The things we find amusing at one in the morning.

me: Oh look, some penis guy added me as a contact on Flickr. Ew, I don't want to see your penis! Can I block him?
Pa: You can cockblock him. Bahahahahah.

Pa: Capitalize the "me" (above).
me: Oh, I never capitalize my own  name.
Pa: I'VE NOTICED THIS! It annoys me. Why, do you feel you're not important enough? 'Cause you are.

get the Helvetica outta here

via collin on twitter

Why don't we just sit and stare and do nothing? Nothing at all for a while, I like the way you smile.

sounds like: lectures on apertures and the law of reciprocity. She & Him's Volume 2. Power washer and the dull hum of the projector.

tastes like: muesli (rolled oats, milk, maple syrup, cinnamon, nutmeg, raisins, diced apple), panzanella (cubed sourdough bread, french green beans, chickpeas, beets, olive oil, lemon juice, watercress, oregano), clementines, green tea.

feels like: I should have worn tights since it is definitely windier and chillier than I anticipated. The serious calm before the "I have papers to write before Friday" crazy panic storm. The joy of a sunny morning after two days of rain.

smells like: "Songs in D Minor" perfume. Olive oil.

I've got the perfect spring music. Now I just need the perfect spring weather.

She & Him Volume 2 | $4.99 at Amazon!

Cupcakes and power tools, what's not to like?

me: why are you smiling at the cupcake?
Daniel Dean: heh, cupcakes make people happy.

on the upcoming gmu plays

Rachel N: Hey, are you going to see it?
me: probably not.
Rachel N: I'm not, I don't have $8. Pfft, I just bought makeup.

National Lampoon's Honors Vacation

slow sync fun

me: why in the world did you take five photos of Collin's crotch?
TJ: hmmm I guess it looked nice.

me: Artsbus isn't the same without your snoring.

boek: Mason isn't the same without my snoring.

People told me slow my roll. I'm screaming out “fuck that”

Such a tantalizing (or do I mean titilizing?) thought

Spring cleaning my car and listening to:

for Steph and Liz

Tourist woman to husband: Is it all vegetarian?
Guy waiting in doorway: Uh... Yeah.
Tourist woman: Oh. That makes sense.

--Outside Vegeterian Dim Sum, Chinatown

via Overheard in New York

Sure, I'll stay up until four AM just to see the ending of The Prestige. It's not like I haven't seen it plenty of times before.
Oh wait, I have.

Stephanie: ooh an email just popped up
           "Hey, Good Looking!"
           and I was like ooh!
           but then I saw it was from Bluefly.

Britanick’s “Academy Award Winning Movie Trailer”

found on spirit animal

I'll just keep it to myself in the sun, in the sun

Haight Street

Ghirardelli Square and Kara's Cupcakes

San Fran: Fisherman's Wharf/Pier 39

(songs for) Light traffic. Light skies. Light heart.

Be gone, cloudy skies! Before someone drops a house on you!
And, Aja- I forwent the tights today. I don't care whatchu say. Spring is on its way!
At least I'm not one of the winter flip flop wearers. Ugh. Really, chapped feet? Really?

Whoa! Green postcards?!

available here

the tree branches in my bedroom will soon look like this:

Spring fever by way of tissue paper. 

I guess it's high time to take down the christmas ornaments.

photo via not without salt

Flamengo Hexacampeão Brasileiro

Word.

You go, Glen Coco! You go!

California photos soon

in the meantime, a photo to whet your appetite and some 90s one-hit wonder fun.

Greetings from sunny (for now) California!

hello all,

I write to you sitting atop an almost fully-inflated air mattress on the floor of my friend Lisa's bedroom and listening to an incredibly bad B horror movie about a teenager who keeps getting killed (you shouldn't expect much from the $5 bin at Wal-Mart). I use the term "almost" since my butt is definitely closer to the floor than I'd like. As Pa and Lisa are both asleep, I'm going to take one for the team and forgo some midnight mattress inflating.
I'll let you know if I literally wake up on the floor.

Goodbye rainy Virginia, Hello rainy California. That's what I get for scheduling a trip during rainy season. Today however was beautifully sunny and actually leaned towards spring type weather. I hope it lasts a little bit longer.

Anyway, my first full day on the west coast:

What we ate (in one effing day, people!):  
+ clam chowder teeming with fresh clams and huge chunks of bacon in a sourdough bread bowl. Bacon and seafood are one of the best pairings ever.
+ made to order mini doughnuts, hot and fresh from the oil and tossed liberally with sugar.
+ clam strips and chips, doused with good ol'malt vinegar.
+ fleur de sel cupcake: chocolate cupcake with caramel filling, ganache frosting and fleur de sel.
+ sweet vanilla cupcake: vanilla cupcake with a sweet Madagascar bourbon vanilla frosting.
+ Zorba the Greek crêpe: mushrooms, cheese, potatoes & pepper with a yogurt mint sauce.
+ fruity nutella crêpe: banana, blueberry, strawberries & nutella. whipped cream. vanilla ice cream.
+ shrimp fettuccine in a cream sauce (shaved parmesan, heavy cream, chardonnay, garlic, shallots, red bell pepper, oregano). Heck yes I cooked in Cali.

Where I went: 
+ Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf
+ Ghirardelli square and Kara's cupcakes
+ (I love) Haight Street.

Things I noticed: 
+ Cafe and restaurant people are oh so friendly. Clothing shop people were more often than not snotty hipsters. The employees at American Apparel were ironically super nice.
+ Meter parking is gd expensive. A quarter will buy you only five minutes. Magically, you will not be carrying any change when you need it most. $21 will buy you four or five hours at the public parking garage in front of Fisherman's Wharf. This is even with the first hour free.
+ Haight Street has the best secondhand/vintage shops ever. Seriously, kid in a candy store. You might have needed that kiddie leash after all.
+ Vintage dresses that you want are never in your size. Be prepared to shoot some bittersweet glances if you are not a size negative five. You have boobs or a butt? Hah! Keep on truckin'.  Side note, I kind of want a dirndl now.
+ Finding postcards in San Francisco is considerably easier than finding postcards in Atlantic City.
+ Cyclists think they own the street. They pedal precariously close to your car and proceed to berate you after. That guy actually grabbed Lisa's seatbelt. Calm down, crazy.
+ Sea lions waddle in an ever so cute manner.
+ Bring a jacket just in case because it's chilly in the mornings. Be prepared to haul that shit around when it gets warmer.
+ Multiple cameras and notebooks do not make a light bag.
+ Lisa's house is eerily similiar to the house in Paranormal Activity. I'm just sayin'.

That's all.  You should start preparing now for the throngs of photos I'm going to post when I get back.

For the next week,

Procrastination

me: man I haven't packed yet
Wheatley: when do you leave?
me: in twelve hours.
Wheatley: you might want to get on that.

And I may be obliged to defend every love, every ending, or maybe there's no obligations now

sounds like Betsy sighing constantly as she studies for her Art Now exam, Ladysmith Black Mambazo and Paul Simon, computers whirring in the open lab, office chairs rolling back and forth, Print crew laughing over lunches, hearing Moi & Duncan's booming voices as they pass by.

tastes like strong coffee in a pale green mug, Korean sponge cake, cojack cheese and grapes, Lindt dark chocolate truffles.

feels like the hope that spring is around the corner, the calm before the panic storm of whether or not I'll finish what needs to be done, badass movie slow walks in my black vest and chunky wristwatch.

smells like winter crispness in the air, coffee shop aromas wafting up the stairs from the Jazzman's cafe, screen printing inks, a non-seweriffic bathroom outside the print studio (finally!).