Overheard in NY

makes for some really excellent at work zoning out reading time. I'll share my favorite quote with you for today:

Teen: I'll get us a cab.
Grandma: Let's just walk, it's only a few blocks from here.
Teen: Are you sure? What about your hip?
Grandma: Well, it hurts, dear, but I'm not going to be a pussy about it.

--57th St


My friend Tyler just brought me some of his original artwork. I'm excited to have started my collection haha.

NEW COMPUTER

i finally got one! wooooo sony vaio :)

A MUST HEAR

Sleepyhead by Passion Pit, from the EP Chunk of Change [2008]

Steady ecstasy induced beats and hand claps, soulful high pitched vocals that are birthed from some strange combination of the singer from TV on the Radio and one of the Bee Gees' Gibb brothers, creepy high pitched backing vocal samples like you'd get from a UGK or Kanyeezy song, a little Bollywood shit and some Muscles from the Guns Babes Lemonade era just for fun.... late 90's rave vibes... a complete and total flourish of aural stimulants!!!

The word of the day

is precocious.


[adj] 1: characterized by or characteristic of exceptionally early
development or maturity (especially in mental
aptitude); "a precocious child"; "a precocious
achievement" [ant: retarded]
2: (botany) appearing or developing early; "precocious flowers
appear before the leaves as in some species of magnolias"

"I once had a dream so I packed up and split for the city

...I soon found out that my lonely life wasn't so pretty."

Today's song of the day is:


The Beach Boys - Pet Sounds [1966]

That's Not Me by the Beach Boys from one of the most influential rock/pop albums of all time. If you don't own this, you should. If you haven't pirated a copy, you should. If you've never heard of this album, well:

(most frequented) albums of the week

Pedro the Lion - Achilles Heel [2004]


TV on the Radio - Return to Cookie Mountain [2006]


Shout Out Louds - Howl Howl Gaff Gaff [2005]


Elliott Smith - XO [1998]


Midlake - The Trials of Van Occupanther [2006]


Death Cab for Cutie - Something About Airplanes [1999]


Depreciation Guild - In Her Gentle Jaws [2007]


David Bowie - Hunky Dory [1971]


The Get Up Kids - Something to Write Home About [1998]


Yo La Tengo - I Can Hear the Heart Beating As One [1997]

sunny sundae smile

I have become a list maker. My day planner is filled to the brim with To Do lists, pages upon pages. Until I got a big girl job I had never found myself to be overly productive or the aforementioned planning type. I now look forward not just to seeing what my day will be like, but checking off things I get done. There's a sickening sense of enjoyment that I get from seeing the completed tasks outnumber the ones I've left for another day. In the morning I wake with plans already on my mind. I am not sure where in my brain this all comes from, or how I somehow make the decision to do or not to do at any given moment. After a day of gray skies and rain I woke to what appears to be from my window a beautiful fall day. While my family sits around downstairs watching football all day -- I do not want to do this, I hate it and this time of year makes me hate Sundays, parts of Saturdays (which I'm thankfully not around for anymore), and Monday nights -- I'd like to find myself doing something a little more exciting and less mind numbing. I'll probably start with cleaning my mess of a room. I'm usually great at this and I get it done quickly (wow, efficiency) but I can't seem to maintain it for more than a few days. I'd like to write an essay, but I'm sure I'll just do that while I have downtime at work tomorrow or the next day... I'd like to buy something but I've spent too much money this week and must wait for next. I'd like to go for a run, but the state of the air outside is holding the fate of that feat in its hands. I can't seem to look past the small piles of towels and work clothing and shoes and bobby pins and scarves around my room. First I will shower. Then I will eat. Then I will clean my room. I'll probably find myself at the video store later this afternoon, returning Candyman which was a terrible film, and renting Inland Empire, Wild at Heart, (possibly) Dune, and definitely Eastern Promises. If I can find a good foreign film I'll rent that as well. Maybe I'm on a more intense David Lynch phase these days. Maybe I just don't want to let my mind rest. I'd like to bake something. I'd like to sit around a fire tonight. I'd like to meet someone new. I'd like to do all of these things.

And because I haven't posted enough today:

I've become somewhat interested in the "Oral History of the World" -- as taken from the movie Joe Gould's Secret starring Stanley Tucci -- relaying the conversations "overheard" (like Overheard in NY only via my blog) ... I didn't hear this but in my work enduced boredom today I discovered a laughable and laudable conversation per Instant Messenger:

vicemag style

coming soon:

more about art, i.e. an entry on photorealism and some notable artists to peep.

do's and don't's -- (not so much like Vice but) just some things out there that I think are stupid and what is noteworthy.

WHAT I WANT, for the (vain and) materialistic.

album or song of the week.



Some would say Jade has too much time on her hands.

dedecim

If you're into photography (in general) or really enjoy black and white photos caught on film, my friend Devin Yalkin's photos are incredible. Click the link after the second picture!

These are some of my favorites:


Little Oscar


rOsa

orgasme


Where I Came From

I think I love this last picture the most because I've met his parents and they are as adorable in person as they appear in this photograph.

The word of the day

is synergistic.


[adj] 1: used especially of drugs or muscles that work together so
the total effect is greater than the sum of the two
(or more) [syn: interactive] [ant: antagonistic]
2: of or relating to the theological doctrine of synergism
3: working together; used especially of groups, as subsidiaries
of a corporation, cooperating for an enhanced effect; "a
synergistic effect" [syn: synergetic]

no such thing as let down

The Tim and Eric awesome show rarely disappoints, if ever. So how could anything that is one half that amazing product be anything short of fantastic on its own? The answer is that it couldn't. I was sent a single link via e-mail this morning from my friend and this is what I started my day to:



Cosby sweaters, cellulite, Tina Turner inspired garb, awful dancing, gross displays of sexual affection, psychedelic flashing lights, and borderline animation... I couldn't think of a better way to complement this song (Parisian Goldfish from Flying Lotus'Los Angeles LP).


For those who enjoy a resurrection every now and then just for fun,


hahahah JK, though Raphael is delicious.... check out this old throwback (sort of)



I Need Love .... not the LL Cool J version


and def not Necro ... but I like it.

The word of the day

is proverbial.



[adj] 1: of or relating to or resembling or expressed in a proverb;
"he kicked the proverbial bucket"; "the proverbial
grasshopper"
2: widely known and spoken of; "her proverbial lateness"; "the
proverbial absentiminded professor"; "your proverbial
dizzy blonde"

COM LAG 2 EP

Gagging Order by Radiohead

Move along, there's nothing left to see

The bones of this house are
cold. They are most frigid
at the center where the marrow
has grown weak and dry, while
the air outside has become
crisp -- smelling of burning leaves
as they crackle and curl
in a flash of golden embers.
I sit somewhere inside as
an empty home breathes in
and out, craving the scent
of electric heat, I click
my heels hoping to
spark the thermostat.
The old metal vents
fashioned into a sinking
ceiling begin to sing,
their rusty shafts blow
an uncomfortably warm
breeze onto my scalp.
I think of better days,
inhale the foreign smoke
of dry tobacco, and
wait for first frost.
The trees undress
along with me as the
sun tucks itself away
at an earlier hour and
we remain -- stark, naked,
and insatiably hungry
for something hotter
than this.

your 69th entry will be here in 69 minutes!

post otherwise known as "down in the dirty"


Things like this reassure my faith in humanity....
I mean, question it....


and check out this too! priceless!

sex drive

So funny I laughed until I got a headache... Plus Rumspringa? OMG!

everybody wants to be italian?

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be on the arm of a my-new-haircut club going douchebag with hair spiked up into a perfect vertical line... with wax of course... going to the gym together, taking supplements... drinking wheatgrass shakes sometimes... driving around in a car, always shiny... going tanning, showing our midriffs... blasting Tiesto no matter what streets we're on... doing everything together and walking around with our hands in our respective back pockets... falling asleep to MTV's NeXT, knowing all the words "Shake It" by Metro Station... knowing when the new Ed Hardy line is gonna drop... doing Jager bombs or walking into a bar and the dude behind the counter already knows that I want a Red Bull and Vodka... our idea of culture being a night out at Caesar's casino... knowing all the bro bars in Philly, calling Philly the 'delph... going to Deptford... or Cherry Hill... wearing white after Labor Day... fitted hats... stilettos... Coach brand sneakers... Juicy Velour Jumpsuits... my man wearing Juicy for Men... I'd carry my dog in my purse, douse him in Juicy dog perfume... all of us will smell so fragrant that we'll leave a trail behind us... always having my nails done, pretty much unable to do anything with my hands... both graduating from community college... having my Grandfather call my boy Paisan... getting mistaken for Eurotrash...








then I come to my senses and wonder what the fuck I was thinking

Magnetic Fields

True I'd give my right arm
To keep you safe from harm
And, true, for you I'd move to Ecuador

And I'd keep a little farm
Chop wood to keep you warm
But I don't really love you anymore

I don't have to love you now
If I don't wish to
I won't see you anyhow
If that's an issue...

There'll be some day when your eyes
Do not enthrall me
I'll be numb, I realize you'll never call me

'Cause I've read your horoscope
And now I've given up all hope
So I don't really love you anymore

'Cause I've read your horoscope
And now I've given up all hope
So I don't really love you anymore

I would love

nothing more than to cut things out of my life if I was completely able to, and never look back.

an "american idiot"

McCain and Palin have no business in the White House, not once not neva, NO WAY.

WTF?! Tonight's debate is going to be awesme. Check out this NYT article regarding the offensive "offense" happening along the McCain-Palin campaign trail. It's total B.S.

Does anyone remember Ms. South Carolina? I mean come on, she's just as qualified to be the VP!


That answer is just like last weeks debate! "I'm not going to answer your questions, I'm just going to do what I please!" OMGZ PLZ!

big big big

I have always loved large scale installations. A professor I had my freshman year of college inspired me to always go bigger. Big, big, big, he'd say. Unless it's overpowering you can't feel it. Now I don't always believe that things must overpower you to make you truly feel its presence, it's idea can be bigger than it's size. The size of your concept must almost always, undoubtedly, outshine everything else. Now there are some people who work with size and it's incredible: Richard Serra, David Smith, Jeff Koons, Vik Muniz (who is AMAZING if you're into re-purposed art, that link goes to a pic from his junkyard series, a replication of Caravaggio's Narcissus), and my new favorite -- photographer Wim Tellier who works out of Belgium and the Netherlands (We all know Netherlandish art has made its presence known for centuries). Here's a link to his new project proposal: http://www.artinfo.com/news/story/28867/photographer-wim-tellier-plans-south-pole-installation/. This is going to be the largest installation in the South Pole ever to be done. Here's a peek at one of his older installations, a blown up image of a baby superimposed onto a bed a rubber ducks.

Boo

What I would love is to have someone to share my good news with, share a bed with, share a moment with. Someone who won't let me down. Someone who is okay with holding pinkies instead of hands. Someone who pulls me closer by my front pocket. Someone who understands why Belle and Sebastian is perfect in the fall, and who doesn't mind that sometimes Ben Gibbard makes me cry. One who knows how I find some sort of emotional significance to every lyric that passes through my lips. One who does the same.


Use Somebody by Kings of Leon
from their album Only By the Night

drinking champagne from a paper cup is never quite the same

The Death Cab show last night was even better than the last two times I saw them. Ben Gibbard lost his teddy bear like chub though, which makes me sad. I didn't recognize him. They played a really varied set, and though I can't remember the order this is pretty much what I recall being played:

*THEY opened with: Employment Pages... then all these showed up somewhere, I'm working on arranging the list:
Movie Script Ending, We Laugh Indoors, Bixby Canyon Bridge, I Will Possess Your Heart, Cath..., Grapevine Fires, Long Division, The Ice is Getting Thinner, Soul Meets Body, I Will Follow You Into the Dark, Crooked Teeth, The New Year, Title and Registration, Sound of Settling, We Looked Like Giants, Company Calls, Company Calls Epilogue and encored with: Champagne From a Paper Cup, No Sunlight, Tiny Vessels, and Transatlanticism.


OMG MY MIND WAS BLOWN !