- glasses crooked
- left contact ripped
- wanted a nap
- questionable cross-hatching skills
- wanted a nap
- good thesis meeting!
- late to work (thesis meeting maybe too good?)
- wanted a nap
- very few tasks at work (go slowly! no, slower!)
- recalled forgotten reading assignments for tomorrow
- canceled on gym buddy (again)
- terrified a squirrel
- job evites: maid service, Subway
February 9, 2010
why hello there
February 8, 2010
ideas i flirt with sometimes
- Making my part of this blog almost entirely about my experiences at one of my jobs, either the barista-ing or the library work. If I did the former, I would write about things like how I hate it when people take dates to my workplace or how weird it is that indie bands are apparently obsessed with chamomile tea and/or “just honey and hot water.” If I wrote about my library job, it would be all about things like what happened today, where there was a dude parked in the elevator area on the top floor skyping his girlfriend, just sitting with his laptop directly in front of the button you need to press to use the elevator. What the fuck, dude.
- Instead of writing cover letters when I apply for jobs, writing raps that highlight my more employable qualities. I can’t think of any good rhymes right now, but they would be about how I am fairly punctual and do not drink coffee, so I would never be the one who finishes the pot and doesn’t make more.
- Eating nothing but Greek yogurt from now until I inevitably die of scurvy.
- Becoming one of those people who Goes To The Gym Regularly, until I try it and am like, Oh. I remember this now.
February 7, 2010
happy sunday!
I have a hunch that if this were Sunset Manor, these guys would try so hard to be friends with Alan Arkin.
February 6, 2010
Stuff Heather Thinks is Super Great
Certainly not my internet-punctuality, that’s for sure. How long has it been since either Rachel or I posted this Stuff on a Friday, when it is meant to be? I don’t even know. But I digress. Onto the Stuff!
Ugliest Tattoos. Subtitled “The Gallery of Regrets,” this blog is just that: a collection of photos detailing the most poorly-drawn, misspelled, or generally ill-chosen tattoos. Admittedly, I think there are some keepers here. (And for those of you who are currently thinking, “What’s with Heather and Helvetica lately?”, well, I have a fondness for typography. DON’T TELL ME YOU DON’T.)
Why did I not watch the Grammys? Apart from the shock that was Taylor Swift winning Album of the Year over our dear Gaga, I missed in live action Beyonce’s metal-triangles dress, 
Gaga’s glowstick-photography-in-action dress 
and Gaga performing with Elton John. There is a television in the living room of my suite! What is my deal? Why did I miss all that?
Gabourey Sidibe is up for Best Actress! (Still I have not seen Precious but) I am so excited! Congrats, Gabby! Can I call you “Gabby”?
Also, District 9 and Inglourious Basterds are both up for Best Picture! I would like District 9 to win, but with Avatar up for Best Picture too (I know what you’re thinking: “Really?” I am thinking the same), I somehow doubt that this will happen.
Drenched, Marisa Matarazzo. In the words of our dear friend Emma, this book “sounds too earnest and whimsical.” In my words, sounds like a peach of a read! Now I’m halfway through the book, it has indeed proven to be both earnest and whimsical in spades. But I hear it’s important to be earnest sometimes (ha ha, I know, I am too too funny) and let’s be honest here, earnestness and whimsy are kind of my thing.
OMGWTFISHAPPENINGONLOST. In the past I have had a plethora of feelings about Lost, namely: love, infatuation, frustration, boredom, strong dislike, aggravation, hatred, loyalty, self-hatred, curiosity, generosity, amiability, distrust, infatuation, love again. This week I found myself watching the final season premiere in terribly pixelated, highly illegal Internet video sixteen minutes after the episode aired. I also found myself reading Lostpedia and making a standing appointment for a friend’s weekly Lost parties.
Unemployed David Wallace. For a limited time, laugh as he jams out on keyboard with his son! Watch his wife’s unhappy face as he admits to “hanging out” for the day and makes a PB&F sandwich! Watch him stop shaving and drink beer in his hot tub, much to his wife’s and Michael Scott’s discomfort!
Wes Anderson Does Spider-Man. Who else thinks this parody video is the best thing that will ever be associated with the new Spider-Man reboot? Raise your hand.
February 5, 2010
“the best time of my life”,
When I am old and have no cool stories to tell about the time I did coke off a future Nobel Prize winner at an MIT party/hooked up with someone from Jersey Shore/spent eighteen days straight during finals consuming nothing but adderall/had friends in college, at least I will be able to say I did this:
(Reference: http://selleckwaterfallsandwich.tumblr.com/ Co-creator credit belongs to Tal. Obviously.)
February 4, 2010
news at eleven
The State does not know the opposite of “internally.” (“Out-ternally?”)
February 4, 2010
where my ladies at?
In a self-conscious attempt to “get back to my roots” and read some Classic Literature (because it turns out no one takes you seriously if all you read is Miranda July and Salvador Plascencia, at least no one who isn’t a dick), I have made a decision to start reading the classic authors that don’t sound like I would hate them, like Raymond Carver and Hemingway and Henry James. (It turns out that even when trying to read “classic literature” I can’t go back farther than, like, 1900.)
I am troubled, though, by the fact that right now my library account is like a total sausagefest. Aren’t there any more women writers who You Just Have To Read? If this were a facebook note, I would “tag” Emma and Heather here. Who should I be reading who has a vagina? (Unacceptable answers include Flannery O’Connor, Miranda July, Lorrie Moore, Virginia Woolf, and the Brontes.) HIT ME.
February 4, 2010
too sexy for those blogs
According to a brand-new study done by the Pew Internet & American Life Project (who clearly know what’s up, I mean, “Internet” is right in their name), fewer 12- to 29-year-olds are blogging because they have instead embraced social networking such as (ahem) Facebook. And if they still have the urge to blog, I might add, Facebook has that Notes function that no one seems to use apart from “25 random things” lists.
This Yahoo article (speaking of old Internet trends… Yahoo? really?) says that teenage blogging has gone down, along with twentysomething blogging, by about 10% since 2006. Which bodes pretty ill for the field –– if adolescents are no longer using blogs to vent their poetry full of feelings, what then? What will become of Livejournal? As a former adolescent who LJed poetry full of feelings, I am concerned for the state of the Internet.
Ladies and gents, the bottom line is that –– in the words of this article –– blogging is “just not sexy” anymore. Oh goodness. Well, if something’s not sexy, why do it? Because it is useful or practical or enjoyable? Is that not what makes a thing sexy, the unselfconscious enjoyment of it? But nevertheless, blogging is apparently “not sexy” and by association, this implies that Rachel and I (as bloggers you know) are also not sexy. You would tell us if we were getting embarrassing, wouldn’t you, readers? If we had become too drunkenly, foolishly burlesque in our blogging, when we would be in fact unfit for anything but sitting at home baking cookies in the shape of Helvetica typography or perhaps knitting sweaters? Please let us know if and when that happens. Please don’t let us become an old meme.
We don’t want to be the lolcats or JibJab of our time.
February 4, 2010
an open letter
Dear Old Guy Who Is In the Library All Day Every Day And Who Talks To Himself A Lot and Sometimes I Think It’s Because He’s Wearing A Bluetooth But Other Times I’m Not So Sure,
What is your deal? I’m just curious.
Love,
Rachel
PS I think there might have been a tooth in my baklava tonight.
