February 2010
26 posts
January 2010
41 posts
Biggest and Brightest Full Moon of 2010 Tonight →
Uh, absolutely having dinner on the roof tonight. Fennel orange mint salad, pasta with pesto, and pine nut tart (recipe courtesy of my mother’s friend). I am so excited, regardless of how miserably cold it will be.
fuckyeahtheuniverse:
First full moon of 2010. The moon also happens to be at its perigee, meaning its around 31k miles closer than normal.
Yeh Yeh
http://historysmysteries.tumblr.com/ask
“Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about...”
– Looking for Alaska (book) (via likethesun) (via unsolvedmysteries)
ohhhhhstoryofmyfuckinlife. imdonedoingsomuchofthatfornextsemester. althoughifitssomethingireallywantilljust set a damn deadline for it.
Yesterday Condensed
Albright-Knox Gallery in Buffalo, NY
Research on How the Brain Perceives Time →
Happy New Year…
Time to make some changes, pardon the pun.
Seriously though, what an elusive bastard time is.
I Like His Observations →
“Corey Josiah Escoto is an artist based in St. Louis, MO. He also happens to be a tranquil, discreet, and steady 26 year-old art surprise who acts, talks, and walks like himself. Escoto is wisely pacing himself, revealing a few of his qualities at a time while continually giving me the impression he is learning, paying attention, and alert without letting it show.”
I also like his...
A Valuable Resource for Designers and Eaters
I guess a more fancy word to use instead of “eaters” would have been “epicureans” or “appreciators of gastronomic endeavors” but whatever.
Also, whenever I come across something that proves that DESIGN MAKES A DIFFERENCE, I think of these two girls I and a few other students debated with over the very subject. They were sure in saying that design has no impact...
Transition of the Years
I had the most unexpectedly ironic and poetic New Year’s. As I got on the 2 train, I had just put on Morrissey as a summation and farewell to all that was bad this past year. (Well, I think all bad is good but whatever.) On the train there were maybe 8 Jewish guys, around my age. I smiled at this, thinking, how appropriate. One of the major sources of anxiety for me has been my dad and co....
