obviously, i've reached the point where i'm just posting images just to fill up space ... it's what i'd like to do at the moment, however blogger doesn't seem to appreciate me attempting to upload images, so i'm left you {anyone? anyone?} to use your imagination.
first off, i'm going to jump ahead a few steps and put the words in your mouth; yes, my attention to this manifesto that is a 'blog' has waned. however, this does not mean that my life has just been less interesting. quite the contrary, actually.
obviously, my time has been occupied by the usual suspects; musical performances, mission theater hangs, new resturant hangs, etc. however, there has been a increased amount of 'movement' taking place over the past few weeks. 'movement' is without question a relative concept, given past travels in europe, my lack of activity because of a debilitating {again, relative concept} sickness and so forth, but that's neither here nor there.
anyhow, two weekends ago i took the train up to seattle to catch the royals and mariners battle it out, not to mention catch up with some notable chillers from colorado, gretchen & emily. watching baseball, especially in person is a therapeutic experience for me, and i was happy to share this with two of my friends who were otherwise indifferent to the sport. needless to say, i had a fantastic time. following the royals while living in portland is difficult for a variety of reasons, but i've tried my damndest to keep up with the latest, even when most of it involves a sickening amount of negative publicity that transcends the kansas city metropolitan area clear to each coast. somehow, i maintain a shred of hope that stereotypes and cliches will finally be defied this year.
making things even more interesting was this past weekend which was spent in fort collins, colorado. my younger brother was finally graduating from college, and it was mother's day. in mrs. keech's words this weekend was going to be a "special treat."
i was able to distract myself off from the to-be-expected-self-referential-contemption that comes with witnessing your younger brother graduate from college until i had my parents drive me to the airport sunday night. the stretch of interstate between denver and fort collins is somewhat desolate, somewhat hilly, and somehow being filled in with an impressive display of typical suburban development. beyond all of that is ubiquitous and depressing, the viewer has one linear and unobstructed view looking west at the foothills of the rockies and beyond. basically, it's gorgeous. moreover, on this particular evening the skies seemed especially imposing; clouds were dark to light, rain seemed to intermittantly fall from the sky in plumes of purple and blue as lightning peppered in between. so, right on queue, memories of our last days in manhattan peppered my thoughts. i could only hope my brother was experiencing that overwhelming coctail of emotions that comes standard with receiving a diploma.
segway to a memorial day weekend spent with a group of individuals who helped create the aforementioned good times; san francisco kansas state architecture graduation invasion 2007 ... it's gonna straight up pop off, baby!
oh, what's that you say? another masterbatory post? what can i say? it just ... happened.
***
oh, and work? much like a freight train, things are moving ahead quickly. after visiting the site last week {no camera this time ... it's ... ehm ... misplaced} i have a better understanding of two things;
1) why large corporate architectural machines that veil themselves as a non-corporate architectural machines cannot successfull or painlessly orchestrate a 'design-build' project,
2) why architects, both male and female, lose their hair,
3) why our boy brad kingsley was dead-on when he postulated about the relevance of 'leverage' in the architect/contractor/client dynamic.
i hope to have more photos soon.
***
concerts i hope to attend before i die*>
> the flaming lips.
> tool.
> radiohead.
> madonna.
> fountains of wayne.
> modest mouse.
*one of these is a lie. i'll leave it up to interpretation and/or fate.
20070417
03.15.07 photos.
... and so the construction continues.
soffit in future tapingtherapy room >
looking west at length of therapy room >
more framing >
more of the therapytaping room >
i'll hopefully be taking another trip to eugene later this week, which means more photos forthcoming.
soffit in future tapingtherapy room >
looking west at length of therapy room > more framing > more of the therapytaping room > i'll hopefully be taking another trip to eugene later this week, which means more photos forthcoming.
20070415
03.01.07 photos.
old photos of our project. these are from early march.
the plunge pools.
ductwork in pool area.
more ductwork and framing.
looking south at the pool area and cardio area beyond.
framing near the locker rooms.
more to come ...
the plunge pools.
ductwork in pool area. more ductwork and framing.looking south at the pool area and cardio area beyond.framing near the locker rooms.more to come ...
20070411
wednesday : an outline.
7.08 am > i wake to the sounds of my neighbor{s} above me. this is almost exactly thirty minutes before my alarm should be switching on. this is nothing new. a conciliatory sigh escapes me.
7.45 am > i get out of bed.
7.58 am > finish showering, drink protein shake. {1 cup 1% milk + 1 scoop whey. i gots ta get my branched chained amino acids, baby!}
8.15 am > walk to ken's artisan bakery on 21st. the butter croissant looks delicious, but the chocolate pound cake looks equally tempting. i feel the need to get something new. i finally concede and get a small coffee & hazelnut pound cake.**
8.45 am > realize i was given the end piece of the pound cake which means it is significantly larger and coated with more icing than the typical piece. euphoria envelops me.
8.55 am > arrive at my desk. begin contemplating writing this very post.
8.56 am > i avoid opening both sketchup and autocad knowing full well that within minutes my glass will be brimming with guilt for not hitting the ground running. instead i discover that jason whitlock wrote one of his finer articles, alex gordon hit his first homer, and that sean hughes' myspace profile has hit rock bottom.***
9.01 am > guilt overwhelms me and i surrender.
9.45 am > remember that i yesterday i got a hold of my bloody valentine's 'loveless' and immediately beginning listening to it. work productivity begins to decrease. it's distracting. this is a sign that i like it.
11.30 am > randy hasn't returned from eugene. his redlines aren't any less confusing than when i first arrived this morning. i bother halliday with questions.
11.45 am > more questions for halliday.
11.51 am > more questions for halliday.
12.09 am > i ask halliday to clarify another note. i probably asked him to draw another sill detail or something which he has probably already drawn for me twice, if not three times prior. i'm suddenly very aware of the collar on my shirt. my mouth is pretty dry, and i'm getting hungry again. at this point, i'm happy to just draft incorrectly rather than bother anyone with more questions.
12.10 pm > randy walks in fresh from the road. we have a meeting in twenty minutes. i have 1/20th of the materials necessary prepared for the meeting.
12.20 pm > howard arrives. he's ten minutes early. no one from our team who should know this knows this.
12.30 pm > peripheral thoughts cloud my mind at the least opportune times. randy runs upstairs to meet with howard, while i continue to struggle with sketchup and photoshop. i really want to read bill simmons' latest article, even though his style is starting to wear thin. lately he's resorted to childish and inflammatory remarks about nearly everything. he's even rationalizing the red sox recent yankee~esque spending and opulance. what a fucking hypocrite. i really hope i can catch meet the press sunday morning. who would have thought electronically superimposing a 'supergraphic' pattern onto a 90-foot ceiling without the image becoming too distorted or blurry would prove to be such an arduous task? shit, deerhunter's show is this thursday? ... the glycemic index ... i have odwalla juice downstairs! ... peanut butter ... terminal illnesses. coupons. scented candles. i'm almost certain i asked myself if i had enough change in my pocket for an afternoon coffee. how am i still employed?
12.45 pm > i grab randy's laptop for the meeting. the cable in the conference room doesn't work right away. at this point, i'm beyond the point of panic.
1.12 pm > sketchup miraculously works. howard doesn't seem impressed by anything we show him. i nervously laugh and respond with nonsensical mouth-farts to everything he says to me. i once corrected howard when he thought kansas state was in emporia. this is the same man that signed michael jordan to nike. you should see how people interact with this man. without entering into the slippery slope of indecent hyperbole, i honestly feel like i'm watching vito corleone here as he calmly allows the perpetually destitute and needy approch him with him respect and humility and neediness and fear, hand kisses and all. it's incredible. i'm almost positive he told randy to never let me come to a meeting again.
2.45 pm > the meeting is a 'success.' josh, halliday and i take a stumptown break. i return and distract myself for maybe ten minutes crafting another mix for laura.
3.30 pm > REDLINES REDLINES REDLINES REDLINES!!!
5.45 pm > randy reveals the price per square foot of this project. i'd share, but i'm pretty sure most of you would never hear from me again if i did.
7.00 pm > more discussion, more changes are made. i'm pretty sure halliday will cry in the morning when he see's the thing we've added/subtracted/thrown in his lap.
7.30 pm > more redlines, sketching and dinner at DF {"day effay" en español} in the pearl district. if i were a pretentious pearl-dweller, i'd call it 'elevated mexican' but i'm clearly above that. needless to say, the meal was fabulous. try the ceviche and the green chile garlic trout.
9.45 pm > home. sweatpants. slippers. music. chamomile.
10.06 pm > receive email from gretchen leggitt containing a link to an article written by kurt vonnegut. i read approximately three paragraphs and stop. i return to complete this lame blog.
11.59 pm > i finally complete this obviously senseless post, reconsider posting it, post it, brush my teeth, fall asleep to cat power's 'covers record.' i'll wager there's a 30% chance i'll sleep through the night.
**i typically never order what my first instinct tells me to order.
***by hitting rock bottom, i mean i respect what he's doing.
7.45 am > i get out of bed.
7.58 am > finish showering, drink protein shake. {1 cup 1% milk + 1 scoop whey. i gots ta get my branched chained amino acids, baby!}
8.15 am > walk to ken's artisan bakery on 21st. the butter croissant looks delicious, but the chocolate pound cake looks equally tempting. i feel the need to get something new. i finally concede and get a small coffee & hazelnut pound cake.**
8.45 am > realize i was given the end piece of the pound cake which means it is significantly larger and coated with more icing than the typical piece. euphoria envelops me.
8.55 am > arrive at my desk. begin contemplating writing this very post.
8.56 am > i avoid opening both sketchup and autocad knowing full well that within minutes my glass will be brimming with guilt for not hitting the ground running. instead i discover that jason whitlock wrote one of his finer articles, alex gordon hit his first homer, and that sean hughes' myspace profile has hit rock bottom.***
9.01 am > guilt overwhelms me and i surrender.
9.45 am > remember that i yesterday i got a hold of my bloody valentine's 'loveless' and immediately beginning listening to it. work productivity begins to decrease. it's distracting. this is a sign that i like it.
11.30 am > randy hasn't returned from eugene. his redlines aren't any less confusing than when i first arrived this morning. i bother halliday with questions.
11.45 am > more questions for halliday.
11.51 am > more questions for halliday.
12.09 am > i ask halliday to clarify another note. i probably asked him to draw another sill detail or something which he has probably already drawn for me twice, if not three times prior. i'm suddenly very aware of the collar on my shirt. my mouth is pretty dry, and i'm getting hungry again. at this point, i'm happy to just draft incorrectly rather than bother anyone with more questions.
12.10 pm > randy walks in fresh from the road. we have a meeting in twenty minutes. i have 1/20th of the materials necessary prepared for the meeting.
12.20 pm > howard arrives. he's ten minutes early. no one from our team who should know this knows this.
12.30 pm > peripheral thoughts cloud my mind at the least opportune times. randy runs upstairs to meet with howard, while i continue to struggle with sketchup and photoshop. i really want to read bill simmons' latest article, even though his style is starting to wear thin. lately he's resorted to childish and inflammatory remarks about nearly everything. he's even rationalizing the red sox recent yankee~esque spending and opulance. what a fucking hypocrite. i really hope i can catch meet the press sunday morning. who would have thought electronically superimposing a 'supergraphic' pattern onto a 90-foot ceiling without the image becoming too distorted or blurry would prove to be such an arduous task? shit, deerhunter's show is this thursday? ... the glycemic index ... i have odwalla juice downstairs! ... peanut butter ... terminal illnesses. coupons. scented candles. i'm almost certain i asked myself if i had enough change in my pocket for an afternoon coffee. how am i still employed?
12.45 pm > i grab randy's laptop for the meeting. the cable in the conference room doesn't work right away. at this point, i'm beyond the point of panic.
1.12 pm > sketchup miraculously works. howard doesn't seem impressed by anything we show him. i nervously laugh and respond with nonsensical mouth-farts to everything he says to me. i once corrected howard when he thought kansas state was in emporia. this is the same man that signed michael jordan to nike. you should see how people interact with this man. without entering into the slippery slope of indecent hyperbole, i honestly feel like i'm watching vito corleone here as he calmly allows the perpetually destitute and needy approch him with him respect and humility and neediness and fear, hand kisses and all. it's incredible. i'm almost positive he told randy to never let me come to a meeting again.
2.45 pm > the meeting is a 'success.' josh, halliday and i take a stumptown break. i return and distract myself for maybe ten minutes crafting another mix for laura.
3.30 pm > REDLINES REDLINES REDLINES REDLINES!!!
5.45 pm > randy reveals the price per square foot of this project. i'd share, but i'm pretty sure most of you would never hear from me again if i did.
7.00 pm > more discussion, more changes are made. i'm pretty sure halliday will cry in the morning when he see's the thing we've added/subtracted/thrown in his lap.
7.30 pm > more redlines, sketching and dinner at DF {"day effay" en español} in the pearl district. if i were a pretentious pearl-dweller, i'd call it 'elevated mexican' but i'm clearly above that. needless to say, the meal was fabulous. try the ceviche and the green chile garlic trout.
9.45 pm > home. sweatpants. slippers. music. chamomile.
10.06 pm > receive email from gretchen leggitt containing a link to an article written by kurt vonnegut. i read approximately three paragraphs and stop. i return to complete this lame blog.
11.59 pm > i finally complete this obviously senseless post, reconsider posting it, post it, brush my teeth, fall asleep to cat power's 'covers record.' i'll wager there's a 30% chance i'll sleep through the night.
**i typically never order what my first instinct tells me to order.
***by hitting rock bottom, i mean i respect what he's doing.
20070331
comin' up in your grill, i'm so trill.
> days ago i uttered the following,
"without boundaries, restrictions or deadlines, i am completely lost."
the context of this statement is irrelevant. however, this innocent musing carries far more weight now than it did before. before what? before mono.
contracting this little virus has exposed one important truth; attention to my physical health has far outweighed my attention to my mental health. i plan on doing something about this. immediately. however, it should be noted that in terms of my daily routine over the past fourty-five days or so, i would be utterly unrecognizable to people i know outside of the portland metropolitan area. to wit, i have been nearly inactive for the first time in decades, i have felt reasonably well-rested for the first time in years, my consumption of caffeinated beverages declined significantly, my consumption of alcoholic beverages has remained at absolute zero {that's legitimate 0 degrees kelvin, kiddos} for nearly three weeks, and i crushed the full arrested development catalogue in a matter of days. i have officially turned over a new leaf. needless to say, i plan on returning to my old self-destructive ways as soon as the blood tests are taken.
having said that, i am genuinely thankful for having to endure this 'ordeal.' it is easy to say this now now that the migraines have subsided, my tonsils have returned to their healthy, unswollen state, and i've regained enough energy to walk more than thirty minutes without feeling frail and light-headed. however, it's 10.30 on a friday night ... and i'm ready to go to bed. i can't help but wonder if this is just some cruel joke. either that, or this is merely my personal donnie darko~esque worm hole-view into my inevitable dependent depends-wearing existence. sooner rather than later? my magic ball says "yes."
> shortly preceding my comment regarding boundaries, deadlines and like, the following bundle of profundity escaped my lips;
"i'm not addicted to the pain pills. i'm just looking for excuses to take them."
now you tell me; are these the words of a high-mindful young professional or a paltry pill-popper? i'm not going to insult anyone's intelligence by providing an answer.
my doctor prescribed oxycotin for my throat pain, muscle soreness and severe headaches. however, now that the aforementioned characteristics of my viral affliction are vacationing in the land of remission, i now find myself with a surplus of the drug. so what's a twenty-four year-old with a dimming sense of adventure and a relatively low level of responsibility to do? probably rationalize taking one or two per day, that's what.
i'm really puzzled why i'm even exposing myself like this ... but that's neither here nor there. the point is this rationalization is downright childish, and i'm fully aware of it. the ridiculous part is that the side effects are minimal, and really don't even warrant taking a pill in the first place. in the end, i know this is just a fleeting period of experiementation; something i probably should have been doing years ago between studio projects, date parties and sorority serenading. and here i am again, wishing i wasn't so lame in college.
> color me shocked that chuck klosterman is now writing for espn.com. moreover, i am shocked i continue to read everything this guy writes. technically, i should be drawn to his verse, given his undeniable witt and impressive array of musical name-checks, but at the same time should feel a genuine repulsion because of his transparent pretentiousness and growing appeal to the masses.** i mean, let's be honest; the man is a certifiable genius when it comes to noteworthy analysis and commentary regarding today's societal norms and rock music. however, this newfound {legitimate} knowledge of athletics is just too good to be true. this is a newly added wrinkle that may be too much for me to handle. i mean, anyone who has been exposed to his writing that posseses even the slightest hint of intelligence or at a minimum, a public state university education can assess that mr. klosterman a.) is a pretty good writer b.) is completely full of shit c.) should receive an oscar for his ability to fool his readers into buying into his love for collegiate athletics.
> i seriously think i could eat thirty spears of roasted zucchini and never be full. this thought occurred to me this afternoon as my boss and i discussed acrylic ceiling panels and customized perforated mdf panels.
> the following are a few hillarious exerpts from a royals spring training broadcast last week between ryan lefebvre and denny matthews. this pretty much explains the beauty of spring training baseball:
RL: What’s the best song you’ve ever heard on the xylophone?
DM: You know, there’s several, but i'd say flight of the bumblebee and beethoven’s fifth. both are excellent on the xylophone. both will get you out of your seat with the speed and drama.
RL: And number 90 is at bat. I don’t know who this guy is.
DM: Of all the mangers in the league, lou pinella is my favorite when walking to the mound. Second? hal mccrae. It took mac 6.5 minutes to walk to the mound. *intense laughing*
> approaching shows i really hope i can attend;
Deerhunter. 04.12
Ted Leo & the Pharmacists. 04.16
Sunset Rubdown. 04.20
DJ Shadow. 04.23
Klaxons. 04.24
The Walkmen. 04.26
Be Your Own PET 05.02
Tapes 'n Tapes or Explosions in the Sky. 05.04
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. 05.11
Peter Bjorn and John. 05.14
**given these facts regarding his personality traits, my disdain for this man clearly proves once and for all that i wouldn't be able to stand a minute of my presence if i were meet myself on the street.
i'm really puzzled why i'm even exposing myself like this ... but that's neither here nor there. the point is this rationalization is downright childish, and i'm fully aware of it. the ridiculous part is that the side effects are minimal, and really don't even warrant taking a pill in the first place. in the end, i know this is just a fleeting period of experiementation; something i probably should have been doing years ago between studio projects, date parties and sorority serenading. and here i am again, wishing i wasn't so lame in college.
> color me shocked that chuck klosterman is now writing for espn.com. moreover, i am shocked i continue to read everything this guy writes. technically, i should be drawn to his verse, given his undeniable witt and impressive array of musical name-checks, but at the same time should feel a genuine repulsion because of his transparent pretentiousness and growing appeal to the masses.** i mean, let's be honest; the man is a certifiable genius when it comes to noteworthy analysis and commentary regarding today's societal norms and rock music. however, this newfound {legitimate} knowledge of athletics is just too good to be true. this is a newly added wrinkle that may be too much for me to handle. i mean, anyone who has been exposed to his writing that posseses even the slightest hint of intelligence or at a minimum, a public state university education can assess that mr. klosterman a.) is a pretty good writer b.) is completely full of shit c.) should receive an oscar for his ability to fool his readers into buying into his love for collegiate athletics.
> i seriously think i could eat thirty spears of roasted zucchini and never be full. this thought occurred to me this afternoon as my boss and i discussed acrylic ceiling panels and customized perforated mdf panels.
> the following are a few hillarious exerpts from a royals spring training broadcast last week between ryan lefebvre and denny matthews. this pretty much explains the beauty of spring training baseball:
RL: What’s the best song you’ve ever heard on the xylophone?
DM: You know, there’s several, but i'd say flight of the bumblebee and beethoven’s fifth. both are excellent on the xylophone. both will get you out of your seat with the speed and drama.
RL: And number 90 is at bat. I don’t know who this guy is.
DM: Of all the mangers in the league, lou pinella is my favorite when walking to the mound. Second? hal mccrae. It took mac 6.5 minutes to walk to the mound. *intense laughing*
> approaching shows i really hope i can attend;Deerhunter. 04.12
Ted Leo & the Pharmacists. 04.16
Sunset Rubdown. 04.20
DJ Shadow. 04.23
Klaxons. 04.24
The Walkmen. 04.26
Be Your Own PET 05.02
Tapes 'n Tapes or Explosions in the Sky. 05.04
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. 05.11
Peter Bjorn and John. 05.14
**given these facts regarding his personality traits, my disdain for this man clearly proves once and for all that i wouldn't be able to stand a minute of my presence if i were meet myself on the street.
20070315
this life is sucking the life out of me.
spring is springing. let's see what's spinning :
> !!! - myth takes. {easily accessable, wonderfully enjoyable, funky dance-rock. recommended.}
> arcade fire - neon bible. {no where near the level of funeral. still recommended.}
> deerhoof - apple o'. {if creative, cathartic and pithy punk rock gets you off, i strongly recommend.}
> el-p - fantastic damage. {hot beats. politically charged. recommended.}
> cat power - the covers record. {classic sad-bastard cuts. cautiously recommended.}
> of montreal - hissing fauna, are you the destroyer? {my appreciation for this band continues to grow. please don't call it a concept album, even though ... it is ... might be ... still recommended.}
> aesop rock - mixed tape {care of one laura richardson. recommended. aesop rock ... not laura.}
> so gatorade just released a new product; GATORADE AM. foolish consumers rejoice! at last, we finally have an energy drink made specifically for morning workouts. obviously, it is imperative that the train of gratuitous and unnecessary consumption continues to roar down the tracks. i mean, you have support the econony, right?
truth be told, i possess a pathetically mammoth-like affinity for gimmics. you can find them almost anywhere; rappers, architects, processed food, detergent, etc. they're quite hilarious, yeah? moreover, hearing about this new product didn't anger me as much as pique my curiosity. somehow, i'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. who knows; maybe this new product actually showcases something new, great, important and/or pracitcal like a ground-breaking ratio of sucrose to glucose or something really scientific like that.** then again, my saying this could just be a transparent way of expressing my unwavering contempt for target marketing and mass product development, not to mention the people that are destined to fall for their claims.
> oh, did i mention i'm sitting in my 400 square foot apartment drinking tea in my boxers on a saturday night? i'm pretty sure this gives me little right to think i'm better than anyone else.
> my neighbors above me are throwing trash out their window again. a rotten cantelope just hit the ground.
> so i've broken down, and i'm posting some demo pics*** to demonstrate that i have a job, and have actually been doing something 'professional-like' since i left the plains. but first, a little background information.
for the past several months, myself and a few other designers have been furiously working on a new therapy/fitness center for the university of oregon. before our involvement, the university's facility was severly outdated, undersized, and was poorly equipped to handle a top tier pac-10 program. we basically gutted a fraction of the building and doubled the square footage to make room for a vastly improved taping/pre-game/office space, as well as an expanded pool therapy/physical therapy space adjacent to the aforementioned taping area. both reinforce the athletic department's honest devotion towards continually setting the curve in every aspect of collegiate athetic performance, wellness, recruiting and success. lastly, i swear i didn't copy that last sentence off a brochure or an email from one of the partners.
now, i realize i'm being thoroughly vague, not only with the description of the program, my involvement with the design, the budget and the client, and how the long hours have slowly and painfully chipped away at my once lively and well-balanced human spirit and reduced me to an unstable and sickly pile of bones and flesh ... but going through this process has sped me to higher rpm's than i could have ever imagined, and slowed me to a snail's pace in an instant; a speed i haven't been forced to endure in several years.
simply stated, this project has been a blessing and a curse. when it is finally constructed in time for the upcoming football season in august, i'll have plenty of pictures to display. for now, photos of the demolition.
> excavating for the pool pits and pier installation.
> looking south at future pool area with cardio beyond.
> future pool pit area.
> outside the facility.
> looking east at future therapy/taping room.
> looking south at pool area and offices on left.
> !!! - myth takes. {easily accessable, wonderfully enjoyable, funky dance-rock. recommended.}
> arcade fire - neon bible. {no where near the level of funeral. still recommended.}
> deerhoof - apple o'. {if creative, cathartic and pithy punk rock gets you off, i strongly recommend.}
> el-p - fantastic damage. {hot beats. politically charged. recommended.}
> cat power - the covers record. {classic sad-bastard cuts. cautiously recommended.}
> of montreal - hissing fauna, are you the destroyer? {my appreciation for this band continues to grow. please don't call it a concept album, even though ... it is ... might be ... still recommended.}
> aesop rock - mixed tape {care of one laura richardson. recommended. aesop rock ... not laura.}
> so gatorade just released a new product; GATORADE AM. foolish consumers rejoice! at last, we finally have an energy drink made specifically for morning workouts. obviously, it is imperative that the train of gratuitous and unnecessary consumption continues to roar down the tracks. i mean, you have support the econony, right?
truth be told, i possess a pathetically mammoth-like affinity for gimmics. you can find them almost anywhere; rappers, architects, processed food, detergent, etc. they're quite hilarious, yeah? moreover, hearing about this new product didn't anger me as much as pique my curiosity. somehow, i'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. who knows; maybe this new product actually showcases something new, great, important and/or pracitcal like a ground-breaking ratio of sucrose to glucose or something really scientific like that.** then again, my saying this could just be a transparent way of expressing my unwavering contempt for target marketing and mass product development, not to mention the people that are destined to fall for their claims.
> oh, did i mention i'm sitting in my 400 square foot apartment drinking tea in my boxers on a saturday night? i'm pretty sure this gives me little right to think i'm better than anyone else.
> my neighbors above me are throwing trash out their window again. a rotten cantelope just hit the ground.
> so i've broken down, and i'm posting some demo pics*** to demonstrate that i have a job, and have actually been doing something 'professional-like' since i left the plains. but first, a little background information.
for the past several months, myself and a few other designers have been furiously working on a new therapy/fitness center for the university of oregon. before our involvement, the university's facility was severly outdated, undersized, and was poorly equipped to handle a top tier pac-10 program. we basically gutted a fraction of the building and doubled the square footage to make room for a vastly improved taping/pre-game/office space, as well as an expanded pool therapy/physical therapy space adjacent to the aforementioned taping area. both reinforce the athletic department's honest devotion towards continually setting the curve in every aspect of collegiate athetic performance, wellness, recruiting and success. lastly, i swear i didn't copy that last sentence off a brochure or an email from one of the partners.
now, i realize i'm being thoroughly vague, not only with the description of the program, my involvement with the design, the budget and the client, and how the long hours have slowly and painfully chipped away at my once lively and well-balanced human spirit and reduced me to an unstable and sickly pile of bones and flesh ... but going through this process has sped me to higher rpm's than i could have ever imagined, and slowed me to a snail's pace in an instant; a speed i haven't been forced to endure in several years.
simply stated, this project has been a blessing and a curse. when it is finally constructed in time for the upcoming football season in august, i'll have plenty of pictures to display. for now, photos of the demolition.
> excavating for the pool pits and pier installation.
> looking south at future pool area with cardio beyond.
> future pool pit area.
> outside the facility.
> looking east at future therapy/taping room.
> looking south at pool area and offices on left.
**do i really need to call out my sarcasm here?
***shameless pun.
***shameless pun.
20070301
MEET ME, meet me. over the mountain.
OH MY GOD! for two entirely separate reasons >
1. i have not taken the time to 'write' {is this writing, really?} for some time now.
2. royals baseball has begun.
clearly the latter has higher blogging potential. wouldn't it just be ironic if i were to dedicate an entire blog post towards my apathetic and unsightly blogging? yea.i didn't think so either.
> the other day i decided to stop by one of my reliable at-work entertainment venues, 810whb's live stream, when i was unexpectedly greeted by ryan lefebre & hall of famer denny matthew's soothing mixture of baseball insight and analysis. the royals spring training opener was about to start against the angels in tempe. suddenly, my mood was elevated, my eyes wide and attentive, my outlook on life improving with every second.
i'm going to say this now; if i ever move back to the midwest, evenings at kauffman stadium {if it's still there} will be the biggest reason. lumped in a close second are the standard friends/family factor.
> when i'm feeling really shitty, i mean completely aimless, ridiculously small and pathetic, the cure as of late is to listen to dismemberment plan's "emergency & i." loudly. over and over. and i realize this is one of those of things/traits/habits that i could easily internalize; keept securely wrapped up within. however, this has become such a consistant force that the people i know best should probably know this about me. i highly recommend it as your next musical investment. essentially, it fills the gap that nirvana's 'nevermind' plugged when i first started to get acne and thought of my parents as complete idiots.**
> i'm literally hours away from leaving the city for an incredible weekend-long cabin-hang somewhere on mount hood. can you do that in kansas city? perhaps the equivalent would be something along the lines of walking around zona rosa or slamming whiskey shots at charles hoops. okay. so that's not quite the same. i really love kansas city. i really do.
> in any event, because i'm becoming exponentially lamer by the minute, i've included videos of some of the past shows i've attended. some are clips of the actual show, some aren't; it's pretty easy to distinguish which is which. i'm confident this day marks the starting point of wester assimilation's slow and painful demise.
DEERHOOF.
MY MORNING JACKET.
THE THERMALS.
THE ROOTS.
NEKO CASE.
**i no longer consider my parents idiots. they are, in fact, wise and wonderful.
1. i have not taken the time to 'write' {is this writing, really?} for some time now.
2. royals baseball has begun.
clearly the latter has higher blogging potential. wouldn't it just be ironic if i were to dedicate an entire blog post towards my apathetic and unsightly blogging? yea.i didn't think so either.
> the other day i decided to stop by one of my reliable at-work entertainment venues, 810whb's live stream, when i was unexpectedly greeted by ryan lefebre & hall of famer denny matthew's soothing mixture of baseball insight and analysis. the royals spring training opener was about to start against the angels in tempe. suddenly, my mood was elevated, my eyes wide and attentive, my outlook on life improving with every second.
i'm going to say this now; if i ever move back to the midwest, evenings at kauffman stadium {if it's still there} will be the biggest reason. lumped in a close second are the standard friends/family factor.
> when i'm feeling really shitty, i mean completely aimless, ridiculously small and pathetic, the cure as of late is to listen to dismemberment plan's "emergency & i." loudly. over and over. and i realize this is one of those of things/traits/habits that i could easily internalize; keept securely wrapped up within. however, this has become such a consistant force that the people i know best should probably know this about me. i highly recommend it as your next musical investment. essentially, it fills the gap that nirvana's 'nevermind' plugged when i first started to get acne and thought of my parents as complete idiots.**
> i'm literally hours away from leaving the city for an incredible weekend-long cabin-hang somewhere on mount hood. can you do that in kansas city? perhaps the equivalent would be something along the lines of walking around zona rosa or slamming whiskey shots at charles hoops. okay. so that's not quite the same. i really love kansas city. i really do.
> in any event, because i'm becoming exponentially lamer by the minute, i've included videos of some of the past shows i've attended. some are clips of the actual show, some aren't; it's pretty easy to distinguish which is which. i'm confident this day marks the starting point of wester assimilation's slow and painful demise.
DEERHOOF.
MY MORNING JACKET.
THE THERMALS.
THE ROOTS.
NEKO CASE.
**i no longer consider my parents idiots. they are, in fact, wise and wonderful.
20070129
a split second of pregnant silence follows.
recent {shameless} musical splurge >
deerhoof > the runners four.
deerhoof > friend opportunity.
pj harvey > stories from the city, stories from the sea.
pavement > crooked rain crooked rain {LA's desert origins}
el perro del mar > el perro del mar.
grizzly bear > yellow house.
menomena > friend or foe.
this day was topped off by seeing deerhoof perform at the wonder ballroom.
having said that, i could easily indulge in a blathering holy-crap-deerhoof-melts-my-face blog-rant, but to take such a 'bold' position is about as trite and uncreative as a Jeneé Osterheldt column. rather, i'm going to hold off an any critical analysis of the show, and will save it for my next blog post.
> so it's no mystery that today's fast food isn't the greatest culinary option; it's overal convenience and chemically enhanced deliciousness aren't helping alleviate type II diabetes, heart disease, and obesity. however, we humans are strongly predisposed for adaptation. therefore, isn't it logical to assume that one day the human race will find itself immune to the consequences of blindly internalizing copious amounts of trans fats, synthetic sugars, and hormones? i realize that even considering about such a topic is purely masturbatory in nature, not to mention a moot point, given my personal eating habits. it still seemed like a topic worthy of the blogosphere.
> did you notice? the super bowl sucked; color me disappointed. although i'm not even sure why i feel this way. this game has not only become another american made holiday rationalizing consumption and gluttony, but is without question the most over-hyped game in all of sport. perhaps my cynicism is simply a function of my growing insouciance towards most professional sports {with the exception of baseball, of course}. maybe i'm just a sourpuss ... either way, the honest highlight of the evening/afternoon was the guiness ice cream float i shared with laura at the thirsty lion in downtown portland after a few other guinessexes and dinner. why lie?
in that vein, as i walked to work the following morning past weiden + kennedy, the Herculean adertising firm behind coca~cola, honda, and nike among other similarly Herculean corporations, i couldn't help but wonder what this monday meant to them. this is a pretty significant event, yeah? so do they celebrate? does work continue as usual? from the looks of their allied works'ed space containing a ten foot cardboard bear, wire sculptures and flat screens showing round-the-clock art-house films, i'm under the impression these creative geniuses like to have a good time. the lights were off inside; the place seemed peaceful. it only seems logical that they collectively took the day off to bask in the glow of some of the finest commercials a super bowl audience has ever seen. that chaotic grand-theft-auto-fantasy-land turned utopian-cheese-ball-fest really resonated with me. clearly, this is a sign of my all-too-human predisposition for the guilty pleasures of pop culture junk food.
> does anyone know how to get candle wax out of sweatpants?
> lately, i continually find myself preoccupied with my own personal use of various figures of speech. specifics include anaphora, distinguishing between antanaclasis and pun, irony and pun, simile and metaphor, and the classic overuse of alliteration.**
> i have started putting half & half in my coffee. i used to think this distorted the flavor, but now i'm in this phase of 'supplementation' and 'accentuation.' **
> menomena's song 'the pelican' has a guitar hook that sounds strikingly similar to jimi hendrix's 'machine gun.'
> i am tickled that pitchfork so freely expresses their hatred for the band Jet.
> has my blog helped people get to 'know' me any better or less? and if so, is that such a good thing? have i said too little, or entirely too much? at this point, i'm reticent to say yes or no, although there have been moments when i have most certainly questioned my course. basically, i'm starting to feel like this public display of self-expression isn't giving me the satisfaction that it once did. i don't know. maybe i'm just having a bad day.
deerhoof > the runners four.
deerhoof > friend opportunity.
pj harvey > stories from the city, stories from the sea.
pavement > crooked rain crooked rain {LA's desert origins}
el perro del mar > el perro del mar.
grizzly bear > yellow house.
menomena > friend or foe.
this day was topped off by seeing deerhoof perform at the wonder ballroom.
having said that, i could easily indulge in a blathering holy-crap-deerhoof-melts-my-face blog-rant, but to take such a 'bold' position is about as trite and uncreative as a Jeneé Osterheldt column. rather, i'm going to hold off an any critical analysis of the show, and will save it for my next blog post.
> so it's no mystery that today's fast food isn't the greatest culinary option; it's overal convenience and chemically enhanced deliciousness aren't helping alleviate type II diabetes, heart disease, and obesity. however, we humans are strongly predisposed for adaptation. therefore, isn't it logical to assume that one day the human race will find itself immune to the consequences of blindly internalizing copious amounts of trans fats, synthetic sugars, and hormones? i realize that even considering about such a topic is purely masturbatory in nature, not to mention a moot point, given my personal eating habits. it still seemed like a topic worthy of the blogosphere.
> did you notice? the super bowl sucked; color me disappointed. although i'm not even sure why i feel this way. this game has not only become another american made holiday rationalizing consumption and gluttony, but is without question the most over-hyped game in all of sport. perhaps my cynicism is simply a function of my growing insouciance towards most professional sports {with the exception of baseball, of course}. maybe i'm just a sourpuss ... either way, the honest highlight of the evening/afternoon was the guiness ice cream float i shared with laura at the thirsty lion in downtown portland after a few other guinessexes and dinner. why lie?
in that vein, as i walked to work the following morning past weiden + kennedy, the Herculean adertising firm behind coca~cola, honda, and nike among other similarly Herculean corporations, i couldn't help but wonder what this monday meant to them. this is a pretty significant event, yeah? so do they celebrate? does work continue as usual? from the looks of their allied works'ed space containing a ten foot cardboard bear, wire sculptures and flat screens showing round-the-clock art-house films, i'm under the impression these creative geniuses like to have a good time. the lights were off inside; the place seemed peaceful. it only seems logical that they collectively took the day off to bask in the glow of some of the finest commercials a super bowl audience has ever seen. that chaotic grand-theft-auto-fantasy-land turned utopian-cheese-ball-fest really resonated with me. clearly, this is a sign of my all-too-human predisposition for the guilty pleasures of pop culture junk food.
> does anyone know how to get candle wax out of sweatpants?
> lately, i continually find myself preoccupied with my own personal use of various figures of speech. specifics include anaphora, distinguishing between antanaclasis and pun, irony and pun, simile and metaphor, and the classic overuse of alliteration.**
> i have started putting half & half in my coffee. i used to think this distorted the flavor, but now i'm in this phase of 'supplementation' and 'accentuation.' **
> menomena's song 'the pelican' has a guitar hook that sounds strikingly similar to jimi hendrix's 'machine gun.'
> i am tickled that pitchfork so freely expresses their hatred for the band Jet.
> has my blog helped people get to 'know' me any better or less? and if so, is that such a good thing? have i said too little, or entirely too much? at this point, i'm reticent to say yes or no, although there have been moments when i have most certainly questioned my course. basically, i'm starting to feel like this public display of self-expression isn't giving me the satisfaction that it once did. i don't know. maybe i'm just having a bad day.
honestly and humbly, i remain,
just another midwestern 20~something transient certain of his uncertainty.
**stolen from my myspace profile.
20070118
wamp wamp. what it do? {what it do?}
favorite words at the moment >
> abject.
> wreck.
> superfluous.
> indicative.
> the phrase 'the long and the short of it is ...'
> consummate.
> hella.
> feigned.
> i could {should} write a blog about this blog. i'll go days without any ideas {it's on my mind constantly, duh.} and then i'll wake up one morning surrounded by 10,000 topics to choose from. it's not the like the world suddenly looks more interesting, it may just be that i get the 'itch' to point out the obvious, list foods i'm currently avoiding/consuming, avoid architectural discussions, and expose my general inability to accept my surroudings as they are.
> so what's the deal with downloading music? i know it sounds trivial, and i realize asking this question reveals my ineptitude as a creative thinker, but seriously, i am genuinely put off by this trend.
i could sit here and falsly reminisce about 'the days when buying the album meant something,' but i won't, mostly because i don't even know when that threshold was crossed. moreover, that whole nostalgic 'remember when' act is so tired; especially from people like me. my preference? complain about the here and now.
i suppose as long as certain bands continue to utilze the liner notes as a means to express themselves on a different artistic level, giving the purchaser/fan a smaller window into their tastes and attitudes, the 'record' in it's purest sense will always be fashionable.
> i am a little shocked by the reaction to the statement i made last week regarding radiohead's legitimacy. people still like them that much, huh? really? seriously? that's cool. i guess. in hindsight, i probably should have considered the consequences, and i may have lost quite a bit of respect from my friends and well-wishers as a result. however, let the record show i merely agreed with the idea when my boy aaron let it rip while i was in kc over christmas break.** i'm no where near creative/bold enough to come up with stuff like that on my own.
> so i'm told mtv's newest and hottest show, 'maui fever' has a character named corbin. this guy sounds legendary. his profile, from mtv.com reads as follows :
"Corbin's the kind of guy who can't take anything or anyone too seriously. His main goal is to enjoy himself and since he grew up in Hawaii, he knows that exactly how to live the island life to the fullest. Corbin is always reeling in the ladies with good jokes and a good time. He's a class clown and a total showoff which gets him laughs and babes. With his oblivion to authority and straggly sun-bleached hair, he's a dead ringer for Jeff Spicoli in 'Fast Times.'"
it's only a matter of time before this coincidence is shamelessly knocked around amongst people i have the misfortune of meeting. the anticipation is palpable.
> not having access to cable is without question a blessing in a curse, but i have become fully aware of this truth over the course of the nfl playoffs. for starters, if i'm in need of some 'digest' or 'analysis' my only option is the concise and typically thought proking {yea, i said it} variety of online columns/articles. i find these to be far more beneficial than the canned daily bullshit and drama drummed up by the general sports media.
secondly, the super bowl is without question the most over-hyped and over-analyzed sporting event in the universe. if anyone is willing to disagree with this, speak now. no? good. didn't think so. anyway, it just seems like everyone collectively creates a checklist of topics to belabor. peyton's less-than-stellar playoff experience, the bear's 4-6 defense, rex grossman's propensity for interceptions, indy's run defense, etc. are going to be broken down, built up, and then broken down again. sounds pretty boring if you ask me. if i were a member of the media, i'd probably be drooling over and dreading these two miserable weeks.
the saving grace, the coup de gras, the reason-to-give-a-shit about this year's event is pretty muched summed up by jason whitlock here. once again, the man continues to bring it.
> i drank a bud light this weekend. psyche.
> so bush was greeted with a healthy amount of applause regarding his short-sighted and short-winded discussion regarding alternative fuels; i get that. but how funny was it to watch the senator from iowa as he furiously clapped wearing the widest smile on the planet?
> when i first saw stellastar* i discounted them primarily on the grounds that i believed the asterict to be a transparent means of distinguishing themselves; basically, an annoyance. now i really like them.
> has anyone ever used wingdings? ever?
> chocolate fat-free skim milk? this is too good to be true.
> i think i finally understand what modernism actually means.
> so i hear there are restaraunts that carry special menus for women with no prices. where are they? and why can't i meet a girl that prefers this particular arrangement?
warmly,
the corner of burnside and oak.
**I listened to Kid A while i wrote most of this post.
> abject.
> wreck.
> superfluous.
> indicative.
> the phrase 'the long and the short of it is ...'
> consummate.
> hella.
> feigned.
> i could {should} write a blog about this blog. i'll go days without any ideas {it's on my mind constantly, duh.} and then i'll wake up one morning surrounded by 10,000 topics to choose from. it's not the like the world suddenly looks more interesting, it may just be that i get the 'itch' to point out the obvious, list foods i'm currently avoiding/consuming, avoid architectural discussions, and expose my general inability to accept my surroudings as they are.> so what's the deal with downloading music? i know it sounds trivial, and i realize asking this question reveals my ineptitude as a creative thinker, but seriously, i am genuinely put off by this trend.
i could sit here and falsly reminisce about 'the days when buying the album meant something,' but i won't, mostly because i don't even know when that threshold was crossed. moreover, that whole nostalgic 'remember when' act is so tired; especially from people like me. my preference? complain about the here and now.
i suppose as long as certain bands continue to utilze the liner notes as a means to express themselves on a different artistic level, giving the purchaser/fan a smaller window into their tastes and attitudes, the 'record' in it's purest sense will always be fashionable.
> i am a little shocked by the reaction to the statement i made last week regarding radiohead's legitimacy. people still like them that much, huh? really? seriously? that's cool. i guess. in hindsight, i probably should have considered the consequences, and i may have lost quite a bit of respect from my friends and well-wishers as a result. however, let the record show i merely agreed with the idea when my boy aaron let it rip while i was in kc over christmas break.** i'm no where near creative/bold enough to come up with stuff like that on my own.> so i'm told mtv's newest and hottest show, 'maui fever' has a character named corbin. this guy sounds legendary. his profile, from mtv.com reads as follows :
"Corbin's the kind of guy who can't take anything or anyone too seriously. His main goal is to enjoy himself and since he grew up in Hawaii, he knows that exactly how to live the island life to the fullest. Corbin is always reeling in the ladies with good jokes and a good time. He's a class clown and a total showoff which gets him laughs and babes. With his oblivion to authority and straggly sun-bleached hair, he's a dead ringer for Jeff Spicoli in 'Fast Times.'"
it's only a matter of time before this coincidence is shamelessly knocked around amongst people i have the misfortune of meeting. the anticipation is palpable.
> not having access to cable is without question a blessing in a curse, but i have become fully aware of this truth over the course of the nfl playoffs. for starters, if i'm in need of some 'digest' or 'analysis' my only option is the concise and typically thought proking {yea, i said it} variety of online columns/articles. i find these to be far more beneficial than the canned daily bullshit and drama drummed up by the general sports media.
secondly, the super bowl is without question the most over-hyped and over-analyzed sporting event in the universe. if anyone is willing to disagree with this, speak now. no? good. didn't think so. anyway, it just seems like everyone collectively creates a checklist of topics to belabor. peyton's less-than-stellar playoff experience, the bear's 4-6 defense, rex grossman's propensity for interceptions, indy's run defense, etc. are going to be broken down, built up, and then broken down again. sounds pretty boring if you ask me. if i were a member of the media, i'd probably be drooling over and dreading these two miserable weeks.
the saving grace, the coup de gras, the reason-to-give-a-shit about this year's event is pretty muched summed up by jason whitlock here. once again, the man continues to bring it.
> i drank a bud light this weekend. psyche.
> so bush was greeted with a healthy amount of applause regarding his short-sighted and short-winded discussion regarding alternative fuels; i get that. but how funny was it to watch the senator from iowa as he furiously clapped wearing the widest smile on the planet?
> when i first saw stellastar* i discounted them primarily on the grounds that i believed the asterict to be a transparent means of distinguishing themselves; basically, an annoyance. now i really like them.
> has anyone ever used wingdings? ever?
> chocolate fat-free skim milk? this is too good to be true.
> i think i finally understand what modernism actually means.
> so i hear there are restaraunts that carry special menus for women with no prices. where are they? and why can't i meet a girl that prefers this particular arrangement?
warmly,
the corner of burnside and oak.
**I listened to Kid A while i wrote most of this post.
20070112
you were the wrecking ball before the building fell.
self-indulgent stream-of-consciousness post? um. that sounds good. i'll have ... some more.
> my morning jacket - it still moves.
> deerhoof - the runners four.
> beth orton - comfort of strangers.
> pearl jam - vitalogy.
> liars - drum's not dead.
> clipse - hell hath no fury.
++++++++++++++++
> this next week of work is going to destroy me. it's just as my eye-twitching affliction was starting to diminish, too.
> i might have the pearliest whites this side of the cascades since receiving an oral.B electronic tooth bruth from my biological parents this past christmas. it has four different types of brushes. FOUR. my favorite is the double-brush brush.
> indisputable proof my mom is legit? kansas city royals Sluggerrr bobblehead doll for a christmas gift.
> indisputable proof my father is legit? he recently bought a pair of non-pleated, non-cuffed pants at Halls, and "cannot wait for Bush to leave office." i feel like i hardly know him anymore.
> i'm working the pomegranate into my diet.
> i've been drinking numerous cups of yerbe mate tea at work, and have only made two trips to stumptown in one week. needless to say, i'm questioning this decision.
> my girl tq just moved to milan. {oh. hey, tq.} i am obviously, at a minimum, envious. however, i am also aware this "jealousy" is not only trite, but also unfair. myself, along with numerous others, had our moment in the {tuscan} sun. it's time to move on.
> italy was NOT the apex of our lives. get over it.
> my current project has officially taken the blinders from my eyes; interior architecture is a genuinely respectable and fascinating field of work. without question, this stands in stark contrast to what was shoved down our impressionable throats at ksu.
> i spent saturday night watching the movie sideways, drinking wine, starting this post, listening to music, and being generally anti-social. i'm pretty happy about this decision.
> sideways is my new brokeback mountain. and by that, i mean sideways has earned the title of "the most unbearable, overrated movie corbin has ever seen." all i could say to myself while watching it was "i wasted a damn netflix rental on this shit?" i should have listened to you, jill.
> the only thing keeping me from moving from northwest portland to southeast portland is my gym membership in my neighborhood; it expires in eighteen months. feel free to lose as much respect for me as you want because of this.
> let's think about those automated hand driers in most public restrooms for a moment. do people really think they're doing something orignal/funny when they scratch away at the "PUSH BUTTON" instructions so that it says "PUSH BUTT"? am i just as lame for even noticing this, let alone pointing it out?
> latest annoyance : girls who have three pages of pictures on their myspace profile, 75% of which {give or take a few percentage points} are with several different guys. what are you trying to prove? are you that desperate for attention?
> latest annoyance II : anonymous blog comments.
> i still don't know what irony means.
> i still don't understand why people like dane cook.
> i will never fall out of love with pearl jam.
> i've put a lot of thought into it, but i can say with confidence that sean's girlfriend coral may be the coolest 'girlfriend of a goodfriend' i've known up to this point. this may require further blogging analysis.
> man-crushes? i'm all for them.
> the my morning jacket concert this past tuesday changed me.
> radiohead? most overrated band since the doors.**
pipe-dream, alternative careers i wouldn't bat an eye switching to >
> major league middle reliever. preferably not with the royals, definiately not with the cardinals, hopefully with a team that's capable of beating out the twins for a wildcard position, only to take the red sox to seven games and lose as because of my errant throw to third base in the bottom of the 11th inning.
> pitchforkmedia.com writer {or any position for that matter. i'll update excell contact sheets. i'll change diapers. i'll listen to jet's 'get born' and eat snack wraps from mcdougles. anything.}
> peter gammons' apprentice.
> rick steves' apprentice.
> elliott nickell's legal intern.
> evan weir's therapist.
> starchitect.
> tenured environmental studies professor at sarah lawrence college.
> neko case's cabana boy.
albums on repeat >
> my morning jacket - it still moves.
> deerhoof - the runners four.
> beth orton - comfort of strangers.
> pearl jam - vitalogy.
> liars - drum's not dead.
> clipse - hell hath no fury.
singles i cannot stop listening to >
> joanna newsom - sawdust & diamonds.
> oneida - up with people.
> maxïmo park - going missing.
> midlake - roscoe.
> the french kicks - cloche.
> rock central plaza - my children, be joyful.
> rock central plaza - sexyback.
> the rapture - whoo! alright - yeah... uh huh.
> figurines - the wonder.
> the whitest boy alive - wonder.
> el perro del mar - god knows (you gotta give to get.)
nothing~man. nothing~man. isn't it something, nothingman?
dave abbruzzese.
**stolen from aaron prader.
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- I take myself too seriously most of the time and I am trying to do that less. I remind some people of Woody Allen. I occationally indulge in the weekend camping trip. I adamantly support the Kansas City Royals baseball club. My identity is wrapped up in a few simple things, most of which are continuously displayed on this here blog.