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fleet foxes joining blitzen trapper to sing “furr” in eugene, oregon.


**also: notice how much plaid flannel there is?   men after my own heart…


cookies weren’t baked.


instead, hijinks ensued, involving bottled PBR (at one point, taped to hands), french toast, guitar, and mixed thoughts.


all in all, it was good.

unfortunately, too much fun at night has been putting a damper on my running.


looks like that’s on tap for today.



fact: i’m in love with too much stuff from Oak.  i really need another job……..




also:  does anyone know where i might be able to buy some lined moleskine notebooks (large/classic size)?  even in bulk?  


me me me mine mine mine
me me me mine mine mine

paddington, you’re WASTED.


let the melting begin.


after obtaining a nice base burn (yes, burn, not tan) on saturday, i felt good enough to go out and finish the job up on my roof yesterday afternoon.  my apartment was just too hot.  the butter i had put out to “soften” on my counter began to melt.  






but let me tell you…there’s very little in this world that’s nicer than sitting on top of my roof, listening to great music, drinking a beer, and embroidering a (very belated) birthday gift for Pums.


also! got my business cards in from Moo.  they are too cute (they’re the mini ones).  now, all i need to do is finish up actually making/printing up stuff, get it posted online, and i’ll be good to go to start selling.

unfortunately, i talk a big game, and while it sounds like it should only be a short while before this happens, chances are, it will be at least a month.  oh well.


additionally, i was finally able to move my office at work.  i’m no longer alone! three cheers for company!



time to go bake cookies.

and now, a list (in true +/- form):

+ had a fantastic weekend, including (but not limited to): spending all day saturday outside, rooftop drinking, attempting (and failing) at writing songs on guitar, eggplant parm, impromptu trip to NYC by train, hot apple cider with whiskey (good morning!), of Montreal show, and too many  more things that i’m totally forgetting

– major lay-offs on monday of people who should NOT have been let go…leaving me sad and alone in my office…..poor decision, MSM…poor decision

+ woke up and was able to get in a (well, almost) 6 mile run.

– almost got bombed by bird poop while out

+ almost doesn’t mean did, and was able to avoid it.

+ working on big projects…!

+ tattoo parlor opened up in the alleyway… Whaling City Tattoo Museum.  The name alone makes me want to re-think getting inked…i feel like if i’m going to do it, that’s the place it should be at.

– am too indecisive to ever decide on anything like that.

it’s more good than bad.

also: contemplating re-cutting bangs.  i know it’s probably not the best season to get them, but eh…sometimes i miss them.  though, this whole “fuck-it-my-hair-is-curly-so-i’m-just-going-to-let-it-do-its-own-thing” way of living is pretty great most of the time…

ok. whatever.

now go play daft punk comme mario bros.   because it’s great.

incredible weekend, contrasted by an awful start to the week.

will elaborate more later.

for now, i’m just trying to get some sleep.


can’t stop listening to Strange Powers by The Magnetic Fields.

“On a ferris wheel, looking out on Coney Island

Under more stars than there are prostitutes in Thailand.

Our hair in the air, our lips blue from cotton candy

When we kiss it feels like a flying saucer landing.”

things are weird.

it’s incredible how just being outside in a beautiful place can upgrade an “ok” day to something totally fantastic.

i was able to spend a good hour exploring the arbo with zoe and julia, when zoe took me to an area i had never seen before.  there were foundations of homes and stone walls and trees covered in vines and everything was beautiful and the sun was out and it was quiet and i wish i had my camera with me.  next time.

i’m so excited for tomorrow morning.  call me crazy, but i’m planning on getting up at 5, going for a 6 or 7 mile run, coming home, making this (from Everybody Likes Sandwiches, via For Me, For You), making a giant pot of coffee, and getting to work by 8.  productivity at its finest.

(i talk a big game…we’ll see how this goes)

but tonight? totally content, sitting on my couch, watching awful (but embarrassingly addictive) tv shows, eating baked spinach-artichoke dip (think i’ll try the vegan version next time), drawing.

seriously. so good. so good.

me me me mine mine mine

me me me mine mine mine

i will go back. any time.

uh ohhhh…

conflict! whose side to choose?!

will oldham or wes anderson?  (towards the bottom)


did it.

pulled the trigger.

it’s official.

i’m going to Columbia in the fall.  M.A. in Museum Anthropology.

i’m excited and terrified and happy and antsy and oh my goodnesss idon’tknowwhattothinkkkkkkkk


this will be interesting.





i’m still back and forth on the grad school dilemma.  though, i did find out that, if a full time student, the columbia program will take 1 year, not 2 like i originally thought.  great, in terms of $$$, but not so great in the sense that i have 1 less year to think about what i want to do “when i grow up” (yeah, right).

so, currently, leaning back on the side of columbia – museum anthropology.  i’m taking off work monday just to go in and literally sit on each campus and see if i feel more at home at one over an other…or maybe i’ll have some epiphany and just realize what i should do.

thanks to mr.noah, i currently have a cute thing in the vassar ARTSWAP show.  it’s being displayed next to the submissions of jax and zoe, but they seem to go together nicely.  and the artist statement that noah threw together for us is absolutely fantastic.  take a look!

this first photo is all three of our pieces together:

photo thanks to n.fowler

photo thanks to n.fowler

this is a close up of my polaroid/embroidery combo:

photo thanks to n.fowler

photo thanks to n.fowler

the artist statement is the best part.  from the brilliant mind of mr. fowler, it reads:

Dick Hebdige & Pierre Bourdieu Walk Into Coda Club…ONE OF THEM IS MISSING A SOCK
Mixed Media of Blood, Sweat, Tears & Ink on Paper, Missing Brown Sock, Found Objects, Polaroid Photograph, Needlpoint.

Jacques says: “This piece explores the challenges of transcoding a mental landscape thick with ideas onto a manageable physical space. For the past several months I have been obsessed with generating a workable artifact for my senior thesis that would condense and render instantly visible the many concepts treated therein. At the same time, it’s crucial that this artifact array them in a coherent fashion without constraining creativity or limiting options for continual redefinition. This strained semi-legible roadmap is the tangible result. The metaphoric aspect of this piece is more basic : writing a thesis quickly becomes ‘doing’ a thesis, and this act of ‘doing’, with all of its productive anxiety, came to suffuse my whole daily experience as my pervading mental environment.”
Zoe says: “IT’S A SOCK PUPPET.”
Laura says : “I did everything that Jacques did, but better. After that, I stitched this little needlepoint version of a cute picture that I took.”

utterly fantstic.

in other news, i’m getting that much closer to FINALLY getting my act together and having enough stuff to start my side project.  more details to follow when things are finalized.

Plastic surgery…dogs, Schnauzers, Pitbulls… shoes, shoelaces…chateaus…sunglasses, Blublockers…rivers, lakes, fields…Africa, elephants…astronauts… money, muscles, the moon, Maine…rings, roads, rats, the color red…the sun, kids, ants, honey, Egypt…all kinds of things...

oh hey…

April 2009

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