snippets & snapshots

Friday | November 6, 2009 | 1:58 pm

reblogged from mikearauz

The most entertaining thing I’ve seen all day.

mikearauz:

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Tuesday | November 3, 2009 | 2:55 pm

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Monday | November 2, 2009 | 6:02 pm

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How does – after over four years – Annie still manage to be one of the coolest girls I know of? Can’t wait for her new album. Read an interview with Earplug (it’s on my Instapaper).

Monday | November 2, 2009 | 6:00 pm

reblogged from itsemilywoolf

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Thanks to Emily for reminding me of this! Makes me also think of this inspiring quote:

itsemilywoolf:

an interesting statement to contemplate

Sunday | November 1, 2009 | 5:14 am

reblogged from lammer

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“

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.

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Here is New York, E. B. White, 1949

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Saturday | October 31, 2009 | 2:54 pm

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surprise JACK package!:

Check out those tiers. And the rock & roll characters at the top. And the butterfly (long story there, I’m writing an article about butterflies this weekend and will explain).

Actually, I think this picture is good fodder for four different blog posts. Yay! Stay tuned.

Friday | October 30, 2009 | 5:05 pm

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2 hour meetings yield:

this.

[doodling on our tile coasters with dry erase markers]

Thursday | October 29, 2009 | 4:54 pm

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swissmiss | My Head Is Full of Stuff…

Wednesday | October 28, 2009 | 8:16 am

kazu cuddle

Kazcuddle

Usually Kazu wakes me up every morning at 5am – knocking things over and scratching at my air conditioner – so I’ll feed her. Usually I just kick her out of my room until I get up 2 hours later. This morning, my alarm went off at 5.40 (lots of work to do), and she got up to make her usual noise. I said, “No, please, five minutes,” as I hit snooze.

And what did she do? Lay down on top me and pulled out her stereo purr while I grabbed onto my last minutes of sleep. I love you, bean.

Tuesday | October 27, 2009 | 10:40 am

brooding guys commute

Brooders.

There were a lot of brooding guys on the L train this morning. Tall guy with Kurt Cobain hair, white Chucks, hoodie and cup of coffee brooding; guy with Rivers Cuomo glasses solving a Rubik’s Cube one-handedly and brooding; sartorially-impressive Asian guy with a pompadour brooding. I love this time of year.

Or maybe they had just gotten over middle-of-the-night food poisoning like I had.