nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect

i couldn't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday.

chronology

i guess you could say it all started with my allowance. $3, on sundays, after church. my brother and i would alternate buying garfield comic books and jackson 5 lps. then we'd run home and play the records on my parents old record player, read comics and eat grilled cheese sandwiches.

i want you back - the jackson 5

they were also my first concert. ever.

here there be monsters

materials and applications has installed artificially intelligent, interactive monsters in a pool in silverlake.

they are basically just very smart bubbles.

sometimes i wonder about mistakes i've made

or may have made. and then i realize they're not my mistakes. because if i choose to live in the world i want to live in, and be the person i want to be, then there are never mistakes.

i would rather be true to myself than have regrets.

tiara girls

i just saw this show that seriously makes me doubt humanity. about a girl who's parents calls her fat and make her get collagen injections and worry if they push her hard enough. this girl is 16.

i try to have compassion for all people, but i think that people like this (the parents) should be shot. or at least have their tubes tied. i really do.

i am silly and

incapable of focusing on work.

la la la.

ode to a sunny day

ldn - lily allen

analys.icio.us

draws maps of words.

try your blog. or mine.

via infosthetics (of course)

nice

(just like we) breakdown [dfa remix] - hot chip

summer's here

it's official. i've switched over to iced coffee.

and speaking of coffee...


wtf? they're opening a coffee bean and tea leaf in venice? katty korner to my local coffee shop?

i am not pleased, coffee bean and tea leaf. not pleased.

i remember you, will may

i would imprint your name on the world, if i could.

but this is all i can do.

timing is a bitch

i feel like i've spent so much of my life waiting waiting waiting for the right time. and when that time has come, it has always been too late.

i'm beginning to wonder if timing is a myth, and waiting is the real problem.

or maybe my naivete is showing. once again.

oh my god

this song (and maybe the sunshine) makes me want to hug something.

(do you wanna) come walk with me - isobel campbell and mark lanegan

sometimes, when i should have deep thoughts running through my head

it's really just...do de doo doo doo de doo doh doh dee dee dee da da....

i hope the storm starts soon

i can actually smell it...i love that.

dirty songs about cheating on your significant other

if tha mood -esthero

something to do with my hands - her space holiday

i miss him already

frustration

grrrrrrrrrrrr.

the shirt that i am wearing

data visualization and visual culture

after years of dutifully typing neat little papers in 8.5 x 11 format and handing them privately to professors, i suddenly find myself in a program in which i am expected to present all of my data graphically. in pin-ups. to the whole class.

it's both fun and beyond frustruating.

and i'm becoming obsessed with this website:

information aesthetics

totally out of my league, but fascinating all the same.