The Downside of Modernism

A friend sent me a link to Unhappy Hipsters-

While I'm not truly sure I agree with giving people posing in modern interiors the label "hipsters," the captions for the photos are at times pretty funny. And designery as I may be, upon occasion, I can agree that some modern furniture, and aesthetics, can be a little ridiculous (see landscape-as-enormous-plane-of-gravel).

Maybe folks in Dwell should be encouraged to smile more.


You can come out when you can properly explain the differences between Modernist architecture and postmodern ornamentation.

Good Times haven't killed you, yet

The New York Times reports Gallup's findings on the bleak "Percent 'Good Time'" trend, over the past few years, charting its alarmingly decreased presence in this era:



Also by age (with twentysomethings keeping many of the good times to themselves):


It's good that someone is campaigning for awareness about this issue. (before this heads toward Depression...) I've been feeling so isolated in my sense of lack of good times.

Full Article

(or maybe, in retrospect, it's the percent of when it's a "good time;" showing that inversely, there are a lot of "not now, I have a headache" times.)

:(

Hang in there.

sleeptalkin' man

This blog is hilarious and lovely, if you're not already familiar (and even if you are!).

http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/

A lotta gems there.

....makes me wish my dreams weren't almost exclusively about unpleasant things such as falling or being chased. My classic recurring dream is about bouncing on a trampoline, and there is a point at which fun inevitably turns to dread when I realize I've begun bouncing way too high, and I'm going to plummet to my death. Which I almost do, before I wake up.

But seriously, enjoy the blog.

Throw Me The Statue

I am completely addicted. Here I've had their new album, Creaturesque, for a couple months now, and continue listening to it over, and over... I think my favorite track is "Pistols," but Ancestors and Hi-Fi Goon are both contenders, too.

Unfortunately having vacated Seattle, I will have to keep a watch out for when they might cruise through NYC next.

Until then I will listen to Creaturesque on repeat, and life will stay pretty good.

animal photobombs

a slideshow from the huffington post (click image):


of course there's always the photoshop potential, but that doesn't stop them from being hilarious.

baby, it's cold outside

It hasn't snowed in a few days (these photos were from right before Christmas), but it's been pretty nippy the past week or so, so we are generally keeping indoors. After a sunday lunch of a portabello mushroom stuffed with cheddar, battered and deep-fried, then stacked into a cheeseburger, following an appetizer of cinnamon-toast ice cream made of what appeared to be straight-up cream, from its ability to separate into butter in my mouth (it's true, lactose is for me as mushrooms are for Mario), you might guess that the season has affected my eating habits in true, caloric-stockpiling, form. I was so sated by lunch that Sunday Dinner was coffee with fancy cocoa and peppermint schnapps in front of a movie. Ah, the grown-up life.

perhaps sometimes my lyrics do have a bottom.

As is obvious by the lack of updates and last timestamp, I took a sabbatical from posting.

This was not intentional or at all forseen, and is not a sign of a good blogger. But alas, life's jaws opened, dragged me into their growling maw, and tossed me about, gnashing away and pulverizing until I was a bit of an unrecognizable pulp. Between the upper jaw of work (deadlines being the molars, difficult clients playing the role of the canines), and the lower jaw of viruses (the back-to-back, month-long swine flu mutations as the molars, the Boxing Day stomach flu being the incisors), it's a miracle I came through it as a reconstructable pulp, rather than an irretrievably damaged mess, vomited with such force down a subway grate that I was never to be seen or recognized again. Instead I was able to gather my wits and pieces and pack them into a plane to spend the holidays in Seattle and paste myself back together. I beleive I have regained a semblance of an individual who can, indeed, survive on non-workplace air, and who in return, doesn't always breathe out toxic viruses.

I'm now back in New York with a clean slate. Anyone want to hang out?

Do I still have friends?