New York, the sequel

I am in New York with Daniel! We’re staying in Williamsburg this time so that maybe some hip will rub off onto me. We landed last night, and we’ll be here for a week and a half-ish. The weirdest part of being here is that it isn’t weird at all- and that’s what you’re supposed to feel when you go back home… right?

Oh yeah,

I moved in with Daniel! Get ready for  A.) wild     B.) heard-felt     C.) passive aggressive posts! (Just kidding about C.) (?)

Steven

I have a high school friend who I haven’t seen since he graduated a year before I did, but he still calls me between his trips back and forth to Korea with a different number every time to see how I’m doing, and… I thought I was going to have something short of insightful to say at the end of this sentence, but I guess I don’t. It’s a weird relationship, and I probably won’t be in any of his scrapbooks if he happened to be a scrapbook maker, but I’m still glad to have someone like Steven to make my day, even if it does happen once a year.

The Office_ Bear Horn Dance

This still makes me laugh so hard

Scala & Kolacny Brothers_ Creep

This was the best part of the trailer of ‘The Social Network’.

The worst: Justin Timberlake

and also, this cover gives me chills. Two things not to miss: pianist’s hair and conductor’s swaying

Away

I’ve never felt so isolated! I feel like all my friends are out of town or out of the country. Ashley in India, Pris in Haiti, Irene in Brazil, Daniel in Malibu, Julie in San Diego, Jenn in Santa Cruz. C’mon, LA!

Playground

I just finished a site to home new explorations that I expect to be doing weekly. Right now it’s mostly photography, but that will be shifting reaaalll soon. As always, much thanks to indexhibit for making the digital world more welcoming.

Ch-ch-check Playground out!

WongDoody, T-Minus 1 month

I have exactly a month left at WongDoody. I’m excited to move in with Daniel and start school again, but I’m still amazed how deeply I rooted myself in the last 3 months. I’ll undoubtedly miss the doodiers.

Pico

I don’t remember the last time I drove around LA at 3am. It’s the strangest time, 3am. By this time, bars are already closed and dry, dealers assume their customers have gotten high from someone else, radio stations are put on autopilot, re-airing what’s been said, sold, and played exactly 12 hours ago. Bakers are putting in one more hour of sleep- commuters, two, students, three, and so on and so forth- until the sun decides to rise just to put a pause on 3am, until 12 hours later, here I find myself, driving down the same street again.

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