Author: Amy

oooooohhhhhh no.


Lover / Hater Brass Earrings. luckyduct
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Hater: a person on urban dictionary who gives you a thumbs down on a perfectly correct definition. Example? Look at the thumbs on the posts, there’s the hater.

i wanna be made.


Venice Skatepark. Slippy Jenkins
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MADE + Real World + Lunch with Jesse + Road Rules + TRL with Carson Daly + My So-Called Life + Undressed +FANatic + Say What? Karaoke + Singled Out + Daria + Clone High USA + The Blame Game + Loveline = RIP Sick Days (1993 – 2004)

once again, i’m from indiana not india.


Horse & Farmer. worldreceiver
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Grabbing a cup of coffee around 7pm last night :

Dude: ..What are you up to tonight?
Me: ..I’m seeing Owen Pallett at Webster Hall.
Dude: ..Owen Pallett? Who’s that? What’s his music like?
Me: ..I guess he’s kinda like a super lovely electronic fairytale.
Dude: ..Soooo something you should be tripping out to?
Me: ..Yeah, but only one of those really airy, easy, whimsical trips.
Dude: ..{doesn’t understand what I’m saying at all}
Me: ..You know, with horses . . . and farmers.

stop looking so smeg.


Ilustraciónes. rojo & garabato
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Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about space.
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Giving  more space.
Needing more space.
Installing more space.
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Maybe it’s because I need to find a new roommate and though I still go weak from all the crazylove I have for my place, it’s teeny tiny and I keep having to defend its completely ridiculous floor plan over and over and over.  Be mine?  Or maybe it’s because it’s that time of year and I really like alliterations.  Spring has sprung . . . into space?  Whatevs.  At least all these crazythoughts (and a S.M.E.G refrigerator flickr search) led me to Rojo & Garabato. They’re two wild and spacey graphic designers based in Coruña, Spain who put out a super sweet monthly polyglot magazine about art, design, illustration, and photography.
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Hello, Rojo. Domo arigato, Mr. Mrs. Garabato.
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PS (embarrassing) – I had to look up polyglot. It’s something (or someone) that uses many languages aptly and with a high level of fluency. {big sigh}

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better than you at everything.


Present & Correct.  Black Eiffel
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boss@amysjob: ..i need tabs 151-160 for my binder.
boss@amysjob: ..pls leave them on my desk.
boss@amysjob: ..TYVM

Amy predicts the future and leaves tabs 151-175 on her boss’ desk.
3 hours later her extrasensory paralegal perception is confirmed:

boss@amysjob: ..can you make that up through tab 170 pls?

Amy knows she should really buy a fucking lottery ticket.
She also knows her internet friends need some tabs too:

The Alot is Better Than You at Everything
Christina Hendricks: A Letter to Men
Present & Correct: Geometry Post Its

are you alone?


So, You Need a Typeface. swissmiss
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okay then,
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happy nyc ladies day.


You Are The Best. Hayley & Lucas
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Thank You NYC Ladies – m4w – 30 (Manhattan)

Ok I just want to say that I’ve been working out (at the gym etc), do yoga, eat right, keeping up with my hygiene, keeping up with my smarts, etc so that I can be a good product for you NYC ladies. I’m still single but that’s another story (do you want to grab a drink?). I say this because I want to thank all the NYC ladies that take such great care of themselves, you all are so beautiful! Thank you for going to the gym, thank you for eating right, thank you for doing yoga (thank you x1000), thank you for wearing those incredibly sexy boots, or stockings(?), skirts, pants, I guess for that matter dressing so beautifully. Thank you for being so smart too and have that quick wit that is necessary to survive in NYC, and especially to the ladies that don’t take shit from anyone but still look so stunning in putting a jerk in his/her place. I know it seems shallow and I’m not assuming all the beautiful ladies are also beautiful on the inside (there are some mean bitches out there) but great fucking job looking good ladies!

Thank you for holding up your end of the bargain, I take care of myself to keep up with my NYC counterparts (obviously for my own health too) and you NYC ladies do such a fantastic fantastic fantastic job looking and being the hottest women in the states.

– Some 30 Year Old Dude

good credits.

826 Valencia. One of Mine

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dartboard: ..dear molls, i am a famous dating coach. if you would implore me. what is the best way for a dude to approach a girl in your run of the mill dance-y pub or club?
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molls: ..just be like, “yo, i got good credit and you look mad beautiful. what’s up? what can i buy you? i feel like you’re probably hilarious, so i’m just going to shut up and you do all the talking. let me know if you need anything.”

mad [wo]men magazine.


1959 Perky Pretty Aprons, Family Circle Magazine. clotho98
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1. ..Betty Draper hates this town
2. ..Joan Harris doesn’t tolerate a dull moment
3. ..Peggy Olson would like to smoke some marijuana
4. ..Trudy Campbell stands by her man
5. ..Joan Holloway doesn’t allow crying in the break room
6. ..Betty Draper doesn’t kiss boys

if you’re selling crazy, i’m not buying.


Elli Rose’s Shoes Don’t Suck. The Selby
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Last night, I went to Olive & Bette’s one-day sample sale in the West Village and purchased an office/opera appropriate Trina Turk dress for 75% off.  This dress, mind you, is the exact same dress I had on my Hanukkah List this past December.  Score!  Seriously, thanks to Sir Timothy Berners-Lee, the internet exists today so city folk (ie ambitious transplants) who like to shop and wear nice things never have to pay retail again.  If your internet access is limited or non-existent, no whining.  Instead, head directly to your local nypl or apple store posthaste. Eh hem, and now it is time to announce the nominees for best sample sale resource:
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1. ..NY Magazine’s Sales & Bargains
2. ..Refinery29’s NYC Sales
3. ..Gilt Groupe (online only)
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And the winner is. . . . .being stacked and super fly.

translate this [ ] , son.


From Laundry to a Home in Berlin. Andreas Meichsner
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I tried to research (stalk) illustrator and designer Bobby Breidholt through his blog this morning and quickly realized that I couldn’t because he blogs in his native language, Icelandic (he’s from Reykjavik, Iceland obvs).  Since I don’t currently speak Icelandic, I used google translate and discovered that, oh my gosh, it’s such a gem!  With just a copy here and a click there, Bobby’s blog was suddenly converted into mildly broken English and my quest to read the entire internet was . . . back on!
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Sidebar (twirls finger, jury out!):
I think if I were ever to launch my own translation site, there would have to be slightly more obscure language options.  For example, a user could ask amy translate to translate ilikeyoulikeyou from English into Personal Space and it might produce the photo above.  Mmm.  Yesss. That’s much better!

fleetwood’s just resting his eyes.


Rumours 1977. mclgreenville
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Never Going Back Again
by Fleetwood Mac
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She broke down and let me in
Made me see where I’ve been
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Been down one time
Been down two times
I’m never going back again
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You don’t know what it means to win
Come down and see me again
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Been down one time
Been down two times
I’m never going back again

you know about the lol?


YSL & Chanel Lipstick. Emma Kisstina
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While checking out my so called blahg this morning, I stumbled onto her 10 Cures for the Winter Blues post and quickly realized that I’ve been unknowingly practicing every single one except:
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#3 Wear Bright Lipstick.
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Since I know absolutely NOTHING about the Land of Lipstick (the LOL) and you’re probably thinking, Amy, I know SO MUCH about the LOL, I would like to offer you a trade.  I will give you one of these if you can give me an über-comprehensive, non-condescending guide to buying and wearing bright lipstick.
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Thoughts?

always rock to the east.


Tutti Frutti.  Hand & Eye
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“I couldn’t talk back to my boss man. He would bring all these pots back for me to wash and one day I said, ‘I’ve got to do something to stop this man bringing back all these pots to me to wash and I said, ‘awopbopaloobopawopbamboom, take ’em out!'”

Little Richard, 1969

pursuit of happiness by kid cudi.


On Cassette and 45.  Cari Ann Wayman
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There are so many things in this song that make me go yessss:
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2am summer night
screaming out fuck that
the pursuit of happiness
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But then I saw the video.  Let’s just say you’re having one of those Mondays.  You know, the kind where you had to throw some bows on your morning commute and now you’re being all surly and shit.  If so, I highly suggest you slow your road and click the link.
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cause you’ll be fine
once you get it
you’ll be gooo–ood.

tell me the sweet lies.


La Dolce Vita. Banter Banner
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In case you missed it, this week’s Talking to Strangers was totally epic.  Wade, a 65 year old who once told a hot Italian fox his name was Marcello Mastroianni, made me cry a little bit from laughing so hard:
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What do you do for a living?
I’m a photographer.
Does that get you dates?
I can’t hear you.

well, color me mine.


new boots and pantones. peet-astn
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Time Out New York’s website is truly unbearable.  It’s super slow, completely incoherent, and not pretty to look at whatsoever.  It’s as if two customer service reps from any Verizon store got inexplicably horny and decided to name their first mistake, “The TONY Website.”  Seriously, I try to brace myself for the inevitable awfulness every time I click over there, but by the time 10 seconds have passed and still no photos have loaded, I’m already nursing what appears to be a mild internet headache.
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So why did I go there yet again despite my sassy, better judgment? Because the “Now Do This Today” email lured me back with a promise of colorful wonders to add to my summer wardrobe!  And with over 60 images of perfectly awesome pieces I would be honored to rock all over town, I found myself not totally loathing The TONY Website for once.  I might be inclined to add these Pantone Universe Mugs into the mix, but overall I think this is a really superb list.
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Way to go, buddy!  Oh, and be sure to tell your mom and dad that I’ll stop by for my new every 2 whenever I feel like spending several hours in wireless hell.  Thanks.

and then i built a chair tea latte.

Spicy Chai Latte by Sprouted Kitchen

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My sister is the reason I have fondness for chai tea lattes. When was 13 years old, I visited her in the fall of her freshman year of college.  One afternoon, while showing me how to get from her dorm to the theater (awesome sister alert!) so I could do some supervised set construction with her cute friend Kevin, we stopped at a Starbucks and she ordered one. I had no idea what a chai tea latte was at the time, but it sounded lovely and smelled even lovelier, so I asked her for a taste.  Obviously, it was mind blowingly delicious and these babies have been in my good drink graces ever since.  Point of this story = I love my sister.  A lot.  I hope she knows that.
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PS – Every time I try to type chai tea latte, it comes out chair tea latte.

me too, technically [& tactilely].

"Everyday I'm Hustlin" by Arianna Orland.

“Felt and wire are used in papermaking to absorb excess water and smooth the forming sheet. Felt can also allude to softness and emotion; wire also refers to intelligence and connectivity.  Felt & Wire explores both sides of the inspiration equation — the tactile and the technical.”

– Felt & Wire Blog

does klaus ever get bost around?


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April 1, 2009 @ 3:02 pm
me: ..okay, aesthetically what looks better –  ilikeyoulikeyou.com or ilikelikeyou.com?
Dan: .i think i like, ilikeyoulikeyou.com cause the likes are broken up.
me: ..great.
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2 minutes later
Dan: .i just want you to know before you commit that there’s a line from avenue q where kate monster sings, “but does he like me like me like i like him.”
me: ..I ALREADY COMMITTED! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH AVENUE Q!
Dan: .i tried to tell you before it happened.
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8 minutes later
me: ..okay, so here’s what i got so far.
Dan: .loves it.
me: ..sweet. man, blogs are super work intensive.
Dan: .ya, they are.
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. . . and so it began.

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Happy Birthday, ilikeyoulikeyou!
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Love,
Mamo

too much vacation.

Weird Fish. San Francisco, CA

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How was my trip? I wish I could sit here and say “it was fantastic” or “it was sooo good” or even simply “it was nice.” But I can’t. The only response that feels right right now is that my trip was weird.
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Really, really weird.
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I think it’s only fitting then that one of the best meals I had while I was away just so happened to be at Weird Fish in The Mission where for just a little while it didn’t feel so weird to be me.  Obviously, I understand if you want to ask why (and I will definitely explain if you do), but the details are messy and uncomfortable and stale so for now this will just have to do.

fun scribble scribble sun.

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At 8:30pm last night I had to call the oh-so-eurofabulous Dr. Retsagi Laszlow to receive the official results from my first check-up in two years.  I felt like I was getting back an essay I zealously slammed out kinda drunk the night before it was due only to print and sprint all anxious and vodkasweaty the next morning.  Basically, this was either going to be very very bad {amy, what are you saying here? C+/B-} or the best analytical writing of my undergraduate career {check. check. yes! A/A+}. No joke, this is how our late night phone date went down:
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Me: .Hi, Dr. Laszlow? This is Amy-
Dr: ..110%!
Me: .What?
Dr: ..You are 110%.
Me: .I’m what?
Dr: ..You are perfect.
Me: .Perfect?  Just the way I am?
Dr: ..Yes, just the way you are.
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So now that I’ve shamelessly tricked my general practitioner into becoming my own personal Mark Darcy, I’m going to self-prescribe some fun in the sun.  Oookay, Marsh.  You know what time is it.  vacation time!
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See you in a week, internet!

guess who called me today?



The Heads of State, Jason Kernevich and Dustin Summers’ award-winning design and illustration studio, is currently selling 14×14 prints of their limited edition travel posters for $30 (a total bargain, if you ask me).  They’re pretty to max and make summer feel like this old friend calling me out of the blue just to say, “hi! howareyou? imissyou.”
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summer! imgreat! imissyoutoo.

so sentimental not sentimental no!

photo credits: here & here

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Yesterday, I had the supreme pleasure of discovering the ridiculously awesome cover of Phoenix’s “Lisztomania” by the PS22 5th grade chorus.  While I realize I’m super late to the Little Staten Island Public School Chorus That Could internet party, their video still managed to give me major chills and permanently ruin my makeup for the rest of the day.  Damn you, PS22.  Damn you and your can-do attitudes, little-me hoodies, and delicate choral arrangements!  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find some weakness tissues so I can pass more eye water.

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{scowls}  …Kids.

remember when flying was fun?


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Alex MacLean is this super rad pilot/photographer I found through a neither super nor rad apartment therapy post on how to blow up family photos {yawn}.  Mr. MacLean splits up his portfolio into lovely categories like going, dwelling, playing, deserting, and growing and his photos make it seem like the world suddenly decided to buy those really nice reveal light bulbs for a change.
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Also, he flies a Cessna 182.  Dude!

hot town, summer in the city.


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Sam O’Hare’s short film The Sandpit was shot last summer in five days and two nights during the hottest week of August.  It’s outrageously beautiful and somehow makes the entire city seem totally relaxed and yet completely alive.  Please, please, please watch it in HD full screen.

[big] papa can you hear me?


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“I started lighting live joints, passing them around to the band, you know. It was great, it relieved all my tensions. And I ended up with the greatest supply of grass ever. Other acts up and down the strip heard about what I was doing – Little Anthony and the Imperials, people like that – and started sending me the best dope in the world. ..I never ran out. ..Hmmm . . . I wonder if I should tell that story.”

– Barbara Streisand, 1972 Rolling Stone interview

send a cap’n crunch gift basket, stat.

Sometime last summer I started becoming a bit of a nyc food scene nerdasaur and now I spend the majority of my down time lusting after Ruth Reichl’s post Gourmet life and/or daydreaming about having my way with Anthony Bourdain.   If I didn’t think twitter was oddly too old and too young for my internet tastes, I would definitely follow @ruthbourdain, “a twitter account that combines the haiku-like ridiculousness of Ruth Reichl’s tweets with the pessimism and bad jokes of Tony Bourdain” (Eater NY).
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Me and the cat are sky high?
Uhhhmazing.

sent (1): i like you.

Maybe Anna Dello Russo Knows.

In case you’re unaware, my blog shows me stats on how most of you find your way here.  My all-time favorite is an internet search for “i like you” texts because, seriously, what the hell are “i like you” texts?!  So far, my only guess is:
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{Mom quickly grabs cell phone from Daughter mid texting}

Daughter: ..Give it back!
Mom: ..You’re grounded.
Daughter: ..What!? Why!?
Mom: ..I know what you’re doing.  You’re sending those . . . those . . .
Daughter: ..Those what, Mom?  Those what?!
Mom: ..Those . . . “i like you” texts!

yes sir, that’s my baby.

The Firehouse Five + Two. Good Time Jazz

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Everything I eat/drink tastes salty and metallic.
The internet said, “must be a bad reaction to chemo.”
Then two fire trucks pulled up outside my building.
The firemen said, “there’s been a reported gas leak.”
Clearly, the highest reading came from my apt.
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So you say chemo, I say CO.
Let’s call the whole thing off.
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PS – check out my co-worker’s awesome edits to St. Patrick’s patronage.

crazy old crayons.

My Desk Drawer. New York, NY

Anthony is this crazy old man who lives on my crazy old block in this crazy old shop full of absolutely nothing.  When the weather is nice, Crazy Anthony stands outside Crazy Nothings and starts up Crazy Conversations with just about everyone.  Unfortunately, due to a penchant for staring directly into the eyes of strangers when I’m not paying attention, this usually includes me.  Flash back to yesterday, on my way home from martial arts class:
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CA: ..HI-GORGEOUS! {said as if one word, like highlighter or hi-top}
Me: ..Hi Anthony.
CA: ..YOU LOOK FANTASTIC!
Me: ..Thank you.
CA: ..YOU’RE IN LOVE. YOU MUST BE IN LOVE.
Me: ..Nope, not today.
CA: ..WHAAAT?! WHY AREN’T YOU IN LOVE?!
Me: ..Okay, I’m gonna go shower now.
CA: ..BYE THEN.
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Then I came home and realized that the reason my bedroom kinda smells like melted wax whenever the heat comes on is because my desk straddles the radiator and I have (had) a box of crayons in there.  HI-GORGEOUS!