Prosthetics outreach, imaginariums, and Louboutins
Advocates getting people legs and arms and hands. Very positive
Work spaces for artists and writers with giant bookshelves (The oracle club via NYC). Maybe that would work here in Chicago. *Look into it*
Should a company be able to trademark a color? No
Names I should know more about:
-Ellsworth Kelly and his abstract spaces
-Craig Finn (What’s his writing process?)
-Wendy Whelan and her memories of ballet on when it was going through its own paradigm shift
-Danah Boyd’s current research and how she feels about the possible pitfalls of social networking
-Umit Benan Sahin and whether or not he has shit to say other than his nice idea on military chic
-Daniel Arksham and his new creative installations.
-The man whose wife died two months before their 25th anniversary and he just sat there crying while watching their wedding ceremony decades before while his sons passed the living room not wanting to impose yet feeling horribly sad for their father who was lost in the saddest parts of himself
-Kurt Gutenbrunner’s food and why he has so much love for vintage chairs from Amsterdam
“There’s a point where your childhood catches up with you.”
There’s a woman somewhere who just rooted her phone to ice cream sandwich and its not working minus her bluetooth and some shitty apps that she has absolutely no use for. She misses putting her hair in a pony-tail and she stopped dating some random guy because he was entirely different than her father. Perhaps I need to discuss with her the perks of those failures.
Sounds like a horrible idea.
On William Gibson after his father passed.
On yoga by a yogi of 40 years.
What Sunday morning with your lover at the coffeehouse looks like now. Shame. # humanfail
Assignment: make into one keychain
Worst seat in coffeehouse. Sunken fail.
Stanley=1, Spotify=0
Midweek FU’s:
“This Spotify client has been patched to disable advertisements (banners/audio) completely.”
(Finally found it from some little hacker’s server in Portugal)
Treat.
Yo.
Self.
NO ONE IS FUCKING WITH ME! i cry to remind myself i am human and still capable of having feelings.
What!? Joystick for your ipad for 2d platformers? Get some.
Residuals from a former shelter
For the past year and a half have rented my condo out to a Frenchman, a Brit, a Chinaman, and a little Indian woman. Have spent the past hour opening cabinets, closets, drawers, looking on shelves. The following are things which have been left by these random tenants:
A vintage bureau
A vaccuum (sp?) cleaner
Three cases of imported beer
A green sock with a hole in it
A book on “Sex in China”
A hammer
Three brita filters (sealed) *winning*
A pile of janky CDs
A shoe holder
A front door rug
Two mini trashcans
A pedometer
A broom
A man purse
A grey comforter and pillow
Three lamplights
A wall clock
Two paintings
Two mirrors
A vast collection of tupperware
An airplane head pillow
A 32c bra
A can of corn
A half bottle of cheap vodka
Some candles
Three jazz records
A little wind up robot
Decisions on dual misery
Better to be on bicycle, freezing cold and shivering? Or on a bus, crammed with people, which stops every ten feet to pick more people up?
The ten involved
The rake, the siren, the ideal lover, the dandy, the natural, the coquette, the charmer, the charismatic (how is this individual different from the charmer you should be asking yourself), the star, and the anti-seducer.
There are 18 victims who will round out Winter.