city-wide ice cream shortage

scoops was closed last night because of the oscars. and now ice pan is down for renovations. come onn what about me

nørrebro fight dogs

lucky ol' sun

give me nothing to do but roll around heaven all day

mamma

i need to buy these

things

i admire people like cchen and stephanemone who seem to live in harmony amongst a few, select belongings. they make each thing seem special, like it has a very special place and purpose. their care and pride for each thing makes you lust after the thing yourself because it looks so special. i somewhat wish i lived more like this, instead of in this unorganized chaos with my forgotten possessions blown about like feathers by wind. but this would not be very like me.

snegurochka

she is the daughter of Spring and Frost, who yearns for the companionship of mortal humans. She grows to like a shepherd named Lel, but her heart is unable to know love. Her mother takes pity and gives her this ability, but as soon as she falls in love, her heart warms up and she melts.

kim coppola

real-time impressions of city of angels

7:33 i don't know if i can take nicolas cage seriously

7:35 hurrah it's set in los angeles. i see my city

7:36 i can't take nicolas cage seriously

7:43 meg ryan is a convincing heart surgeon

7:51 this angel stuff is ridiculous. ooh the central library

7:53 A MOVEABLE FEAST CAMEO

7:55 what if guardian angels really do spend all their time attending to hot blondes

7:57 they just mentioned house of pies

8:02 there is negative chemistry between meg and nicolas. that's because that may actually be a mannequin masquerading as nicolas cage on screen.

8:03 if i have to keep listening to nicolas cage listening to people's thoughts i myself am going to die

8:04 nicolas cage should be barred from playing any non-mafioso roles. a moveable feast pt 2

8:07 this movie sucks. why moveable feast? does nicolas cage's mouth move when he talks?

8:23 great dog shot

8:32 strange choice of angel uniform

8:37 i don't think i was supposed to laugh through the big reveal

8:39 why are these angels always perching on things like they're crows

8:58 great dog shot

conclusion: nicolas cage's face is always half orgasm half brain dead

the last wednesday

my last wednesday of freedom. bagel helped me drive my car backwards up a hill, mrs. tuckersman and i bought bitters, sat in a donut shop on Vermont and Melrose, i had a chocolate-covered donut and thin coffee and mrs. tuckersman had a boba thai ice tea smoothie, and then we went and ate sushi, and afterwards rhi and i ate bratwurst and drank beer out of big cups and now i'm watching the redneck episode of toddlers and tiaras and trying to get as drunk as possible and still show up at work tomorrow.

catch a grenade hand on a blade

the lobby music is absolutely deafening

black marigolds

Even now

I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers
Where they had thought away their youth. And I, listening,
Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl,
Murmur of confused colours, as we lay near sleep;
Little wise words and little witty words
Wanton as water, honeyed with eagerness.

Even now
The night is full of silver straws of rain,
And I will send my soul to see your body
This last poor time. I stand beside our bed;
Your shadowed head lies leaving a bright space
Upon the pillow empty, your sorrowful arm
Holds from your side and clasps not anything.
There is no covering upon you.

Even now
I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light.
The heavy knife. As to a gala day.

locksmith

two days ago a man was trapped in the bathroom at the los feliz coffee bean. rescue efforts were farcical; the barista wielded a screwdriver and the devil a broad knife, the door handle was ripped off but the door remained stuck, and all the while the man pounded his fists from the other side.

chrysanthemums

i win

brochure sweatshop

i'm getting that feeling again. that i'm blind feeling.

growing pains

I remember a time when all I wanted was to receive mail and pick up the phone and now I don't want either of those things. I would cry when my brother picked up the phone before I did. Now I just let it ring and ring.

come in with the rain

so so so happy to be with missy chen. she is soaking wet from the raining. she smells like coconut shampoo and pee.

young hearts must be different

this is the part of the day where we all get out of each others' hair and sit by ourselves where it's quiet and don't do a whole lot in particular

yuri milner

as promised, the yearly february rains.
day one and koreatown is already flooding.

speaking of rain,
http://founderdaily.com/2011/02/16/yuri-milner-pays-150k-ycombinator-investments-by-making-it-rain/

covered in frogs

A few frogs lost their heads and floundered among the feet and got through and these were saved. But the majority decided to leave this pool forever, to find a new home in a new country where this kind of thing didn't happen. A wave of frantic, frustrated frogs, big ones, little ones, brown ones, green ones, men frogs and women frogs, a wave of them broke over the bank, crawled, leaped, scrambled. They clambered up the grass, they clutched at each other, little ones rode on big ones. And then - horror on horror - the flashlights found them.

french toast stick princess

i am in the business of collecting blonde girls descended from danish immigrants. please alert me if you know of any.

oz

Baum refers to humans in or out of Oz as "meat people."

There is a multitude of other races living in the land of Oz, many of which only appear once.

The Flatheads: Humans who carry their brains in cans

The Cuttenclips: Living paper dolls

The Hammerheads: An armless race with extensible necks

The bun people of Bunbury

The bunnies of Bunnybury

The living kitchen utensils of Utensia

The Fuddles: Anthropomorphic jigsaw puzzles

The china people

The Loons: Living balloon people

Many other characters are high individual...Many such people from the outer worlds find refuge in Oz, which is highly tolerant of eccentricity.

waah

i feel like sad bad yuck

i want to eat it

i can't stop thinking about the truffle burger at umami

oooooh

i want! i want

jerry

of all the men in the world, my favorite one is my pops. mwah

give me time machine

is it time to go back in time?

http://machineproject.com/archive/news/2009/03/27/theforest/

click click

why do people want so many pictures of themselves smiling next to other people anyways

duchess satin or cotton, in chartreuse, aloe, celedon, celery, aloe, or jade

not hung over but not at my best either. going bridesmaid dress shopping. i'm ready for this day to be positively lynchian.

that time of day

naps under heavy blankets and all that is warm and good

the terrible vengeance

Rare is the bird that flies to the middle of the Dnieper! Magnificent! no river in the world can equal him. Wondrous is the Dnieper, too, on a warm summer night, when everything falls asleep - man, beast, and bird - and God alone grandly surveys heaven and earth and grandly shakes his robes. Stars pour from his robes.

sooty's numerous babies

i love the name sooty

grand star

one of my favorite things is the way steph becomes an even sweeter person when she drinks. she says even more nice things about you and says them even louder.

i met the boy who lives in the gamble house.

i just ate pesto pizza and a ton of swiss cheese and honey turkey, all in bed. empty plates everywhere and my feet hurt.

loaded

according to my calculations, i have thirty-seven dollars to spend each month. cha-ching

bubble wrap machine

today we went to the westpack convention, where businessmen browse packaging materials. i thought i would get lots and lots and lots of free pens, but i didn't even get one. i did, however, get various samples of hand sanitizer.

sleigh animal

well god fuck i wish i'd bought coachella tickets

frugal yogis

last night we were supposed to go to a free yoga session and i spent all day sort of worrying about it and how hard it would be, but when we got there it turned out to be a meditation session, which i really enjoyed, and then i ate krispy kreme donuts all the way home in the back of joanne's car.

museum of discoveries

rainbow face

every very late at night, when i'm at my most heightened state of paranoia, i panic that my makeup is staining my face

red year

since it is my rabbit year, i'm supposed to wear something red every day to ward off vague bad happenings. i don't wear red so i've been at risk for the past week, but now i have this

bone weary

every monday night it's the silliest thing, i'm so dog tired from re-introduction to work that i could just die

i'm enjoying cannery row, but i can't read at all because my mind is too loud with all the radio pop music i absorbed on the car ride home and all the songs on my computer that i've been listening to on repeat, which my brain is eager to display that it has learned

alice in ikealand

i forgot to tell you - last night i had the the strangest dream on the platform. i was in an apartment my parents had just bought in asia, and although i thought it would be tiny it was actually of epic proportions. everything was planned just so and not an inch of space was wasted. i wandered room after room after room full of small, economical furniture of bright colors and perfect furnishings. there was a small glass container with fish. one room had large glass panes, from which i could see through the glass panes of the apartment next door, which was very spacious and bright with small cushioned seats and fake palm fronds shading the them. alone i turned the corner from one room to the next and realized that i would neither be able to ever pick one for myself nor ever find my way out of this place. when i thought there couldn't be more rooms i discovered i was only on the second floor of four, and that the dining room was supposed to be of the european style, enormous, cavernous and dark with a long, endless dining table. the apartment was so complete, i wandered into a child's room with a crib and toys, even though there would be no children here.

what is it

A cosmetic product is any substance or preparation intended to be placed in contact with the various external parts of the human body or with the teeth and the mucous membranes of the oral cavity, with a view exclusively or mainly to cleaning them, perfuming them, changing their appearance, and/or correcting body odours, and/or protecting them or keeping them in good condition. Such products must not be harmful to human health when they are applied under normal or foreseeable conditions of use.

ice cream magic

i want to go to ice pan

sluice

my walls sound like water

picasso pig

i'm going to get a tattoo of picasso pig

learn to drive

i don't really experience road rage anymore when i'm driving, but if i'm in the passenger seat i tend to get angry and yell obscenities on the driver's behalf

snapshot

i do not have hiv

rabbit year

when i am with my father, we often talk about karma, which gets me thinking about what a scoundrel i can be sometimes

basement jaxx

my feet are so fecking coldnumb i don't even know if they're there anymore

slow warehouse morning

good morning, cuisinart. good morning, heat dish.

squirrel pie

well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate cake and jesus christ

happy birthday

in celebration of the mcmaster

tallinn

st petersburg

morning rituals

i put on sunblock this morning and then i wondered why i'd even bothered

elmo

my birthday balloon is doing just fine, thank you

school's out

i'm never quite as childlike as when it's nearing time to leave work. toe tapping, clock glancing, surreptitiously packing things up earlier than is proper. i like my job but i love my time to be a real person.