Not A Complex Person.

Read it and weep, folks. Literally. If you read it, you might...

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 16:49:00 -0800

Read it and weep, folks. Literally. If you read it, you might weep.

P.S. Thanks Tom.

A Survey

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 02:35:55 -0800

Currently, my desk is not very neat. It’s dirtiness reflects upon the habits and routines that I have developed in the almost half year since I have moved into the city and have started working.

As of 2:31 AM, December 12, my desk is currently covered with four magazines, an umbrella, a teacup with old tea leaves, an empty bottle of beer, a scattering of receipts and schedule print outs, a small dish covered in crumbs, various computer-related cables, a green ceramic bowl with a spoonful of melted ice cream, a single rechargeable battery in its charger, my last filled journal, two pencil holders, a lamp, a clock that has not been properly adjusted for daylight savings time, business cards collected over the course of several night outings, a stack of old resumés in a leather folder, three books, two paper trays that were meant to sort documents but have clearly failed to fulfill their roles, all my old paycheck stubs from my last job, a necklace, my phone, my wallet, an iPod without headphones, a CD that my sister randomly found in a boombox that she also randomly found, a laptop sleeve, and one extremely stretched out rubber band.

Emperor Norton was awesome. And Gaiman’s “Three...

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 14:18:24 -0800

Emperor Norton was awesome. And Gaiman’s “Three Septembers and a January” issue of Sandman was super awesome because of Norton’s inclusion. Dude’s signature costs like a bajillion bucks at auction now.

So set on sneakers (thank you, DBSS hi-tops), but would be...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 14:02:12 -0800

So set on sneakers (thank you, DBSS hi-tops), but would be willing to fuck with the Apa ones, mostly to fulfill fantasies of becoming a giant flying bison.

I’m having difficulty deciding if I love this, hate this,...

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 08:02:07 -0800

I’m having difficulty deciding if I love this, hate this, or what this to be my next Halloween costume.

WHERE IS THIS FROM? I HOPE THERE IS A WEREWOLF MARGIELA ONE AND...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 21:43:28 -0800

WHERE IS THIS FROM? I HOPE THERE IS A WEREWOLF MARGIELA ONE AND A FRANKENSTEIN GIVENCHY.

Cross-dressing makes everything pretty awesome.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 21:37:26 -0800

Cross-dressing makes everything pretty awesome.

I know I should be focusing on the giant robot, but this...

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:08:05 -0800

I know I should be focusing on the giant robot, but this kid’s outfit is awesome.

I CAN’T— WHAT DO I— HOW DO YOU— PLEASE,...

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 23:22:58 -0800

I CAN’T—

WHAT DO I—

HOW DO YOU—

PLEASE, DON’T—

ACKKKKKKKKK.

Joanna Newsom for Giorgio Armani. Wait, what?

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 08:04:04 -0800

Joanna Newsom for Giorgio Armani.

Wait, what?

Me liking this post probably fucked that number up. Sorry.

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:46:26 -0800

Me liking this post probably fucked that number up. Sorry.

"You have space to do all that you intend to."

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:45:49 -0800

“You have space to do all that you intend to.”

- Disembodied voice of an emcee presiding over a ball in Paris is Burning. A thrilling combination of pure faggotry and utter existentialism.

The Death Bed

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:04:59 -0800

He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped
Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;
Aqueous like floating rays of amber light,
Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.
Silence and safety; and his mortal shore
Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death.

Someone was holding water to his mouth.
He swallowed, unresisting; moaned and dropped
Through crimson gloom to darkness; and forgot
The opiate throb and ache that was his wound.
Water—calm, sliding green above the weir.
Water—a sky-lit alley for his boat,
Bird- voiced, and bordered with reflected flowers
And shaken hues of summer; drifting down,
He dipped contented oars, and sighed, and slept.

Night, with a gust of wind, was in the ward,
Blowing the curtain to a glimmering curve.
Night. He was blind; he could not see the stars
Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud;
Queer blots of colour, purple, scarlet, green,
Flickered and faded in his drowning eyes.

Rain—he could hear it rustling through the dark;
Fragrance and passionless music woven as one;
Warm rain on drooping roses; pattering showers
That soak the woods; not the harsh rain that sweeps
Behind the thunder, but a trickling peace,
Gently and slowly washing life away.

He stirred, shifting his body; then the pain
Leapt like a prowling beast, and gripped and tore
His groping dreams with grinding claws and fangs.
But someone was beside him; soon he lay
Shuddering because that evil thing had passed.
And death, who’d stepped toward him, paused and stared.

Light many lamps and gather round his bed.
Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.
Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.
He’s young; he hated War; how should he die
When cruel old campaigners win safe through?

But death replied: ‘I choose him.’ So he went,
And there was silence in the summer night;
Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.
Then, far away, the thudding of the guns.

-Siegfried Sassoon, 1917

Sorry guys. Not going to really talk to any of you for the next...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 08:07:22 -0800

Sorry guys. Not going to really talk to any of you for the next few weeks.

"It’s more fun talking politics with people who agree with you,” said Lucy Vigmostad, who was..."

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:15:58 -0800

““It’s more fun talking politics with people who agree with you,” said Lucy Vigmostad, who was celebrating her 18th birthday by being first in line in Grand Rapids.”

- Sarah Palin’s supporters embrace the full and diverse range of political opinions in America

leavinghome: math prof at cal teaching on the outside of evans...

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:05:53 -0800

leavinghome:

math prof at cal teaching on the outside of evans hall after fire alarm was pulled by fee hike protester (via the daily clog’s twitter)

Strange how things are almost unrecognizable one year, one budget shortfall, and one ridiculous rainstorm later.

Dear Suzy Menkes, Don’t change a thing, doll. -Me

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 08:05:12 -0800

Dear Suzy Menkes,

Don’t change a thing, doll.

-Me

Connie’s immediate response to this picture: “HE...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:16:49 -0800

Connie’s immediate response to this picture:

“HE LOOKS LIKE A CHICKEN NUGGET. WEHRE ARE HIS EARS?!?!?”

Where, indeed?

"I cannot wrap my brain around the ubiquity of Crocs. Kelly Ripa [on “Live with Regis and..."

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:18:07 -0800

“I cannot wrap my brain around the ubiquity of Crocs. Kelly Ripa [on “Live with Regis and Kelly”] said, ‘I insist that you put them on because they’re so comfortable.’ And I put them on. I am looking down at my feet, and I feel like I have hooves! They’re horrible. If we all succumbed to the comfort trap, to dress as if we never got out of bed — then we should never get out of bed.”

- Tim Gunn, speaking truth to power about the sinister consequences of wearing Crocs

No need to thank me, I just need people to listen to this so...

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:46:00 -0800

No need to thank me, I just need people to listen to this so that I can actually hold conversations with you. Yes, I am saying that if you do not listen to this album, I will not engage you in any form of communication whatsoever.