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I'm making a wooden squid sculpture and a series of paintings involving talking vegetables. \

If you were a fruit or vegetable, what would you be?

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The air conditioning broke in my house. I can only spend so much time laying around with a bag of frozen bluberries on my head. Repairman, where the hell are you?

I am uncharacteristically enjoying "Hey Man" by Nelly Furtado, which I then follow with "Peach Trees" by Rufus Wainwright on my "I Enjoy Listening to Music While Driving Playlist" on my cherished and sentimental iPod.

Listen, squirrels. Now that we've seen each other, now that I know it's you running around my attic and causing creepy ceiling noise, could you maybe keep it down a little in the morning? Your tiny-squirrel-foot-scurrying has a surprisingly thunderous noise and it wakes me up at absurd hours of the morning (ahem, 10?). I feel like our relationship ( Read more... )

An organized iTunes library gives me a sense of peace in a world gone crazy. In other news, I had a lot of birthday hullabaloo.

Writing about Donald Rumsfeld's editorial from Sunday's Washington Post is an angry way to start a morning. It's delicate, trying to choose your words objectively when all you want to know is which drugs he takes to cause such sweet illusions.

I have to leave for class in 10 minutes, but all I really want to do is eat pears and listen to "