October 2009
“and also, do people from Ohio say “y’all” a lot, or is that a...”
– emailed question regarding the lego blog (which is partially inspired by Hipster Runoff and Wizard People Dear Readers, like such as). it’s awesome that someone asked this.
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As an exercise to begin the process of choosing a thesis topic, we’ve been asked to write a “Six Sentences” thing. Exactly 6 sentences long, each sentence has a specific role and objective (which I won’t bore you with) and roughly maps onto the typical components of most research proposals.
This is my first-draft, prior to any concentrated research or conversations with...
September 2009
Sometime, after sex, I want to say “mischief managed” and then put my dick away.
IN OTHER NEWS, I’ll be in Seattle this weekend for Brickcon, the awesome LEGO convention.
If you are in town, stop by the Seattle Center on October 3rd or 4th from 11am to 3pm. Look for me!
On Roman Polanski:
britticisms:
As long as Pedro Almodovar, Wes Anderson, Darren Aronofsky, Monica Bellucci, Alfonso Cuaron, Jonathan Demme, Alejandro Gonzalez Innaritu, Wong Kar Wai, Alexander Payne, Jeanne Moreau, Julian Schnabel, and Tilda Swinton continue to show their support for fugitive child rapist Roman Polanski, I will continue to not show my support for their own work.
I am not biased because I am a...
Ugh, why are people still arguing about this gay pride / gay rights shit?
You guys aren’t even having the same argument. You’ll never convince each other. Give it up.
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Cat likes my printer a lot, and watches closely as each page comes out. He’s trying to peak inside the machine.
Honestly.
avedanke:
andreasjp:
when the women fought for their rights, did they bring mops, brooms, dustpans, kitchen sinks, sud buckets, wachine machines, wash boards, ironing boards, and sewing machines with them?
when the blacks fought for their rights, did they bring a cotton gin, straw hat, overalls, berry picking bucket, their master’s children with them?
NO. they came as normal, everyday...
The best part of the beginning of studio is the site visits. Professors always get this great notion to put the site in some decrepit underdeveloped area of town, and then encourage students in groups of 2 to go wander around taking pictures.
Naturally, my area is full of empty warehouses, failed industry, decaying tiny row houses, and nice cars. My partner Donny and I just drove through slowly...
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Cat is a rascal. I closed the door to my room this morning; I’m uncomfortable with Cat being in here when I’m not around to monitor the situation.
I get back from classes, and I find the door ajar, to the precise width of one Cat.
Jesus Christers, good thing I’m already awake. B— is outside, yelling up to C—. “C—? C—? C—?” Her cries are so desperate, so pleading. Meanwhile, C— has woken up, and has opened up the front door to call out “yep” but B— is around the side of the house and can’t hear him. I think she’s also throwing things up to their window.
It’s so...
I feel oddly dirty writing “Le Corbusier.” Why did we all agree to call the guy that? Granted, Charles-Édouard Jeanneret-Gris is not very elegant, but come on.
Same goes for any other self-named jerks. I’m looking at you, Sting, Bono, Vladimir Lenin, Cat Stevens, Yusuf Islam, and Buddha.
This essay I’m writing for school is awesome, and here’s why: footnotes.
The professor specifically said to have them! Right now my footnotes are just MLA-style citations, but I plan to slowly include more and more in footnotes. By December my essays will have half-page length footnotes, Susanna Clarke style.
P.S. Feature that tumblr should add, more important than proper image...
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On Cat
The house I’m living in until March has a cat. Technically the cat belongs to a once-and-future housemate, Alice. “Once and future” in that she used to live here, isn’t right now, but will again come January.
The cat’s name is “Jack,” but I prefer to call him “Cat.” I never had pets growing up. My brother used to want an orange cat which...
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Cat seems to think that my bedside water glass is his water dish.
Thunderstorm and heavy rain; good thing I didn’t go out tonight!
…or last night.
Good news, the fellow I failed to say hi to also recognized me and didn’t say hi, for the same reasons of awkward/unsure/whatever. He said he’ll “say something for sure” next time he sees me.
Hmm. For the last 2 and a half hours, the couple in the room next door have been having a slow-boiling argument. Periods of silence, then some yelling, a little crying, silence, and so on.
It’s sort of awkward. For a while I used it as an excuse to just stay in bed; if I pretend I’m not in the next room hearing everything, maybe it’ll all go away. But it’s gone on too...
me: I heard you "learned how to drive stick" ... we all know what that means
vlad: it was an experience
me: I bet it was.
vlad: it felt so new
vlad: yet familiar
vlad: but still. and it was a little scary
vlad: I had to start slow
me: ok so reread everything you just said, but this time, interpret it as if we're talking about driving a manual car, not buttsex.
vlad: I WAS driving a car
me: oh, my bad.
Blerg. I totally missed an opportunity to introduce myself to someone today. It turns out we are in the same studio, on account of the studio mixing architects and planners. I saw him across the room and recognized him, and had at least 3 opportunities to say hi during breaks. But I didn’t because I don’t know why. Not sure what to say?
We could have hung out or something this...
dangit. I saw a cute guy at the concert last night, and then he walked into my elective this morning. I was joyed; maybe I’d actually meet him now. But then he discovered he was in the wrong classroom.
These Few Presidents - Why?
I went to a free...
Reading this Cincinnati development strategy document for studio, and came across the term “never nesters.”
Akin to “empty nesters,” I assume this means people who never had kids, but are old. (The same sentence references young professionals and entry-level professionals, thus my thinking that the term refers specifically to older folks)
Still, the term “never...
The class that was a 10 minute drive was on a campus bus route, so I stood in the rain for 10 minutes waiting for the bus.
I got to the class 15 minutes early, so I sat and waited. 20 minutes after the start of class, the prof hadn’t shown up.
During this time I realized that everyone else in the class were freshmen. See also: cargo shorts, white socks pulled up, mesh shorts, lanyards,...
wtf this class isn’t even on campus its a 10 minute drive away? gotta drop this shit fast!
My studio this quarter is “integrated” as in having Planning students and Engineering students as well. Some of the planners looked cute, but I don’t know any of their names, and/or if any are gay.
So I did what anyone would do: go on facebook, search for all urban planning majors, look on every male profile for evidence of gay, write down the names of prospectives, when I...
ltwp:
Mike and Evan are out getting suits fitted for Homecoming. Feeling a little ronery. Maybe I should go as well? It will cost quite a bit but that’s understandable. I realistically have a few days before I have to make up my mind. I wouldn’t have a date, but Evan has a spot in his group I could fill. Heerrghhh gotta decide.
You should go, it could be fun, and for sure more fun that sitting at...
School starts tomorrow. Grad school. I’m thinking positive thoughts. I love my room, the housemates are swell, I’m ready.
Truth be told, dear readers, all has not been so well. In fact, I would say that the last 4 months (May-August) was the longest worst period of my life. That is, both the longest bad times, and also the worst times. Emo. (//_-)
Reading this here blog over the past 4...
I’m all moved in! Panorama tomorrow maybe. I also got the perfect parking space, directly in front of the house. I should go grocery shopping, but what if I lose my space!
bandwagonpete:
the season premiere of heroes is so full of homonocity. right off the bat they played the gossip. then claires math teacher is ted from queer as folk.
…the heros people must know that homos love comic books.
Ooh, something to look forward to (once it makes it online)
But Heroes treated the homos bad in season 1, kicking out Claire’s potentially gay sidekick, John...
WTF? For the first time ever, I actually watch the “big thing” going on some night, and no one else is blogging about it.
I didn’t watch the VMAs, the Oscars, the Tonys, the Grammys, the Super Bowl, the Inauguration, or the MJ Memorial, and everyone ever is talking on about them. Then I watch the friggin Emmys and CRICKETS! F U, internet-pop-culture zeitgeist! F U!
Earlier today, I whapped the bridge of my nose on the edge of a table.
Astute readers may ask why my nose was at table level, or more interestingly, why the table was at nose level, but I won’t answer such questions. It’s important to keep an air of mystery.
It hurt like a bitch.
The cute guy from the “minutes” cell phone commercial (where the mom is all “they’re perfectly good minutes!”) is in this movie I just watched, Adventureland.
His character is sort of a douche, but he’s still cute.
Bonus pic
Automated Postal Center??
Does this mean that doctors will be replaced by robots on saturday afternoons???
Arg! Post office closes at 2 on Saturdays? What is this?
Will health care close at 2 now too??? Take back our country!
Someone should make tshirts/posters that respond to the teabaggers’ “Who is John Galt” shirts/posters, that read “Fuck you, John Galt” or “I hate John Galt”
Full disclosure: I’ve never read any Rand. I don’t want to turn into an Objectivist asshole.
There are certain things, seemingly minor, that cause me to lose faith in humanity. One is people who tilt back their seats on an airplane, and another I encountered today.
On the highway, the left lane is ending, 3 lane down to 2. Someone perhaps innocently misses the sign, or doesn’t have a chance to merge, and has to do so at the last minute, slowing down the person behind him. This...
Aaaand I can’t remember if I locked the car or not. Back out I go!
[edit: it was locked, but I’m glad I checked]
Arg! I just failed at parallel parking. Trying to get back into the spot I was this morning. Same car in front, same car behind. They were there last night when I parked, easily. So its an exact parking scenario I’ve done before.
But I don’t know what went wrong. I got my back right tire all up on the curb. Then I tried to get it off, but only managed to get the front right...
Call 'Em Out →
“For months, special interests and their Republican allies have been smearing health insurance reform to try to defeat it. Enough! As President Obama said last week, ‘I will not waste time with those who have made the calculation that it’s better politics to kill this plan than improve it… If you misrepresent what’s in the plan, we will call you out.’ “
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quartey:
faucet:
So much hinges on what happens within the next hour. So much.
Good luck.
Thanks! It went well. Of course, with these sorts of things they never just tell you straight up. It’s always “soon.” But I’m reasonably sure things hinged the right way.
So much hinges on what happens within the next hour. So much.
mykicks:
All right, I’m done with the whole Kanye thing.
OVAH.
Yo Mike Imma let you finish, but Tyler Coates had one of the best “I’m done with this meme” posts of all time. ALL TIME.
How do you write the “hhhhh” crowd cheering noise? The breathy ‘hhaaaaaa’ people make to imitate a huge adoring audience?
It’s important, because crowds are often cheering for me, and I need to be able to describe it.
[edit: Vlad wants to know too. He made me add this]
If there was any doubt, now I’m sure of it; science has officially passed beyond my understanding:
Doctors insert woman’s tooth into her eye; cure blindness
How in the what?