what i'm really thinking

"A beautiful garden blooms My dearest one And your love carried me through today"

Tue, 01 May 2012 00:29:03 -0400

“A beautiful garden blooms
My dearest one
And your love carried me through today”

"the misery of uncertainty is worse than the certainty of misery."

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 15:38:01 -0400

“the misery of uncertainty is worse than the certainty of misery.”

- my jewish friend’s rabbi last saturday quoting a possibly non-jewish source, we don’t know.

"My halo burned a hole in the sky"

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 23:52:46 -0400

“My halo burned a hole in the sky”

Don’t it make you smile? When the sun don’t shine it...

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 13:34:45 -0400

Don’t it make you smile? When the sun don’t shine it don’t shine at all

This song will never stop being stuck in my head. Never ever ever.

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 02:06:11 -0400

This song will never stop being stuck in my head. Never ever ever.

Photo

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 01:56:43 -0400

"if she can’t choke down a thousand bucks of Iranian caviar with a bottle of Krug, then she..."

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 01:51:20 -0400

“if she can’t choke down a thousand bucks of Iranian caviar with a bottle of Krug, then she ain’t worth it.”

- Anthony Bourdain

Priorities.

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 15:25:02 -0500

Priorities.

this.

Wed, 12 Oct 2011 18:46:41 -0400

this.

I knew of this, but accidentally wandered by the sign...

Thu, 30 Jun 2011 16:41:43 -0400

I knew of this, but accidentally wandered by the sign spray-painted on a wall on south Congress on my birthday.

"nobody’s interested in sweetness and light"

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 13:51:44 -0400

“nobody’s interested in sweetness and light”

- Hedda Hopper

Thursday Night

Thu, 05 May 2011 23:44:00 -0400

Girl: I want you to know I purchased a bottle of gin.
Boy: Is that a come on?
Girl: Probably. I don't even know anymore.

"i’ll buy you a mercedes one day, mitra"

Sat, 09 Apr 2011 21:16:05 -0400

“i’ll buy you a mercedes one day, mitra”

- under the inexplicable circumstances, this is probably the most romantic thing i’ve ever been told.

"falling in love is easy. it’s staying in love that is the hard part"

Wed, 23 Feb 2011 20:10:24 -0500

“falling in love is easy. it’s staying in love that is the hard part”

"I haven’t written a blog post in a few weeks because I’m mysterious."

Wed, 23 Feb 2011 12:19:26 -0500

“I haven’t written a blog post in a few weeks because I’m mysterious.”

i'm not wrong

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 15:20:59 -0500

get-well soon and birthday cards that get passed around the office: the grown-up version of yearbook signing.

every once in awhile, you get one that really matters, and you can tell an amusing anecdote/use an inside joke. but 97% of the time, you’re just struggling to find a new, less obvious way of writing “have a great summer”

"just because someone likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn’t make them your soulmate"

Fri, 21 Jan 2011 15:45:25 -0500

“just because someone likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn’t make them your soulmate”

- little girl from 500 days of summer with the quips that crushed my dreams

competing theories

Wed, 19 Jan 2011 15:03:07 -0500

My office is down the street from the world headquarters/flagship store/pretention mecca that is Whole Foods. From time to time, we have lunch there. For years, I have been wary of frequenting this establishment. Today, I have come up with a couple theories as to why it bothers me so much.

Theory 1: Spices as Kryptonite

Theory 2: Spices shortage due to body product/incense overproduction

Theory 1 basically posits that hippies, or new agers, or whatever you want to label the target demographic of Whole Foods, are repelled by spices in their food. They are either allergic, or it is the substance that will destroy them. Therefore, when you eat any of the prepared foods here, although they look delicious and amazing, at first taste you realize they have been seasoned with a generous helping of nada. and maybe a squeeze of lemon if they’re feeling wild. Salt, pepper, heat, tang, and savory flavors might be the thing that renders a hippie unable to perform 6am bikram yoga sessions, or chain themselves to trees for hours on end.

Theory 2 purports that while hippies are not opposed to the use of spice/flavor in their consumables, they have run out of every imaginable herb/spice before they can get to cooking because they have used them all up in their “natural” body products and the incense that seems to be a fixture in the progressive urban hippie lifestyle. These products, such as Tom’s of Maine, Dr. Bonner’s, etc. can only be described as “pungent” at the very least. Therefore, there must be no herbal ingredients left for making food taste like anything.

What are they really doing? Who knows, but they sure as hell aren’t letting the salt and pepper shakers anywhere NEAR the kitchen at Whole Foods.

constant contact...not just an email broadcast wizard.

Thu, 13 Jan 2011 23:57:38 -0500

Conversation: Night.

Mother: i heard from your brother that you want me to call your aunt to talk to her about your other aunt and your cousin.

Me: what? i don’t know. probably.

(incoming text messages from three people, facebook chat from seven people, and one gchat all simultaneously)

Mother: why do you want me to call her? why don’t you talk to her?

Me: because i reallllly don’t feel like talking on the phone.

Mother: to who? to your aunt?

Me: no. to anyone. ever.

Mother: you’re talking to me on the phone.

Me: i’m gonna give you a minute to think about that one.

(iphone is starting to get angry about the number of ignored messages popping up.)

and blah blah blah blah

confession.

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 21:32:00 -0500

confession.:

my new favorite song to listen to while walking slowly and purposefully down long hallways, or down a street, is Kashmir.

You know what i’m talking about. You’re walking. To the beat. To a song that makes it seem like you’re in an action flick, walking slowly in the climactic montage of the film. And it is awesome.

Even if it’s only through your iPhone earbuds. And you’re just walking down the hall to your apartment. And no one else knows about it at the time.