miguel in the pool

lunch on the lanai

flying through clouds gives me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. when i was a kid i loved it. now i'm not so sure. the light is beautiful, but i'm always relieved to come out the other side.

look! there in her mouth!

tiny baby newborn panda!

bacon-wrapped hot dogs at home?

with corn on the cob?

heck yeah, summer!

clever, clever

i saw superbad last night - fucking hilarious. go see it now.

that being said, one element of the movie did bug the hell out of me [warning: small spoiler ahead]: the unattractive-to-average-looking, nerdy anti-heroes end up with the hot/sexy/popular girls in the end.

now, i don't resent the notion that an average looking person can end up with a hot person - attraction is incredibly complex and personality is critical. i just resent that in hollywood, this personality-as-attractor scenario is only played one way: nerdy guy and hot girl. when was the last time a nerdy, unattractive girl ends up with a hot, popular guy (without getting a music-montage makeover first)? not since the says of john hughes and molly ringwald has this been seen on the big screen - and molly ringwald isn't exactly a hose-beast.

am i a touch bitter? perhaps. after all, what happens to the unattractive-to-average-looking nerdy chicks when their counterparts are off with the hotties? not that i'm really on the market these days, but it still strikes a chord.

perhaps pelle carlberg says it better:

clever girls like clever boys much more than clever boys like clever girls - pelle carlberg*

sigh.

*i'm not trying to imply that women can't be hot and clever, btw, but in the case of superbad and other male fantasy movies, they're usually just identified as hot.

the time between hearing there's been a major disaster in the city where some one you love lives, and hearing that they're ok

sucks.

but by the way, he's ok.

my camera died yesterday

the last image it captured:


do you suppose the television was contagious?

it was a sad day. i own many cameras - toy and digital and polaroid - but this was my camera. the one i've had for 13 years. an extension of my eyeball. it's been around the world and across the country with me (several times). its the camera i learned to shoot with, and it's captured every aspect of my life since i was 16.

it's in for repairs as we speak. i'm keeping my fingers crossed.

my roommate's been nominated for an emmy!

i'm no longer calling her my roommate. from now on she's my "emmy-nominated roommate," the same way actors and actresses are prefaced.

and that's the way it's going to be until she's my "emmy-winning roommate."

banksy in venice?

wouldn't be the first time...

last night i dreamt

that i got a random chinese character tattooed on my left breast.

it was actually kind of a nightmare.


p.s. did you feel the earthquake? it was my first!

arthur and yu and marianne and matt

boum (cover) - marianne and matt

1000 words - arthur and yu

sweet and sexy, in turn.

smoking window

ul