amy’s list.


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1...march scared the shit out of me. i know spring is an afterthought and that in a few fast weeks summer is going to punch this city in the fucking nose. so when 2/29 turned into 3/1, it made the past 3 months feel like i had sprinted across moving sidewalks only to lose my balance on the final stretch, fighting, flailing, falling up some stairs to summer. so i got up, stopped worrying, and took myself to the park.
2...i’ve been thinking a lot about neighborhoods. i’m not sure whether i can or will stay in my apartment after my lease is up and, while that’s not until the end of september, i keep wondering if there’s any other place i could live that would make me as happy as the east village has. this one makes me think maybe.
3...street trash on 1st ave is getting really ridiculous. i mean, what is a “cutters must” list? #dark
4...i’d like to stop using meaningless phrases like “it’s just that,” hesitating before jumping off cliffs, and playing new songs on repeat until the intro makes me nauseous. it’s just that i can’t (so i won’t).
5...when i train it to bk yoga and walk up these stairs, i always think, “quit yelling and i might.”
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need a lift?

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“someone once told me that your ability to survive in los angeles is based on a very simple formula. you need to get into bed at night and be able to hold what you’ve done that day up against your dreams and feel like they match up, and you need to be getting laid. if you lack one, or worse, both of those things, you have every right to get back on the freeway and leave.”

– some notes on la
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ps – come to nyc!  we don’t give a shit that you’re not getting laid.
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oscars de grouch.


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in honor of
how little i loved
this movie’s font choice *,
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here is a video
memorializing the
badassness de saul bass.
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* it looks like a promo poster for a chatty recipe email chain (“actually, the best one is the one you know in your head and can type right now. don’t agonize over it, it’s the one you make when you are short on time!” → quote pulled directly from a chatty recipe email chain). not a fan.
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oh, that wild idea.


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have you heard of this wild idea?
in case you haven’t, here’s the deal:
there’s this guy, theron humphrey,
and he’s spending a whole year
criss crossing the united states
with only one goal in mind →
to meet 1 new person everyday.
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and while i think that’s fine
(albeit a bit been there, blogged that),
i’m a total fucking sucker
for his “super serious project
about dogs and physics”
where he just photoblogs
his dog maddie on things.
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ps – mr. humphrey’s hounds, anyone?  can you say coonhound in a children’s book?
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amy’s list.


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1...i’m not a smoker, but i’d give anything to experience one of those middleoftheday, middleofthedeal, middleofthedate real life escape smoke breaks. there’s so much sex and swag in that pregnant pause.
2...sometimes, i wander ‘round these parts and think i’ve seen and done every block and blast and blonde the ev has to offer and then, other times, i remember to lift my head and chin up, chair up.
3...someone tagged the nolita rag & bone and i’d like to thank them for serving up one smartass serif.
4...friday with an out of towner can only mean one thing → a reason to revisit this baller exhibit.
5...{ clink clink clink }..i am proud to announce that after spending one thousand three hundred and fifty eight glorious days of my adult life as a full-year resident of new york, i have now been to the met.
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c l a p .
c l a p .

c l a p .

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tomorrow ≠ president’s day.

bill & hilary, 1972
salad days

in second through eighth grade,
my teachers would frequently announce,
“tomorrow, there will be a surprise.”
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& each time, i would get so worked up
until i was sure i had figured out
exactly what was happening:
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bill clinton is coming!
bill clinton is coming!
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& each time, without fail,
they would reveal something sad
like a new student or how to calculate tip.
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unfazed, i always figured,
“okay fine . . . maybe next time.”
i’d say mcworld is mostly to blame.
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zefinitely.


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i think you’re freaky:
0:29
1:24
2:36
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and i like you a lot:
0:39
1:46
3:39
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ps – the masses say, “die antwoord performs music which incorporates many zef elements . . . a south african slang term that describes a unique south african style which is modern and trashy and also includes out-of-date, discarded cultural and style elements . . . yolandi was quoted as saying, ‘it’s associated with people who soup their cars up and rock gold and shit. zef is, you’re poor but you’re fancy. you’re poor but you’re sexy, you’ve got style.'”

the last 5 years.


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5 year diary
tamara shopsin
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5 great things that happened last night:

1...went to an iconic steakhouse with the unsinkable molly jane.
2...hung out backstage during the live taping of this annual event.
3...laughed the loudest when they announced best in show.
4...got likened to this actress by some serious bollywooders.
5...discovered tamara’s 5 year diary (a must for any listmaker).

amy’s list.


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1...the day before i left for costa rica, the city was downswinging . . . hard. hands in, heads down, shoulders up, shoulders up, shoulders up, it was a point-a to point-b midwinter festivus for the rest of us.
2...on the way to 826nyc last week, i decided to pay a little homage to able parris’ daily kentile. considering i shoot all of these posts with an outdoor use only waterproof disposable camera, i was pleased+ with how it turned out. noise canceling headphone smiles at my local walgreens, for sure.
3...i think some of my old steady, don’t stand so close, i can’t take two trips, what is this, what do you want, are we there, are we lost, are we late, are we done, are we cool, lifewalls might be coming down.
4...my crush on red hook is becoming an issue. i think about van brunt street all the time and i’ve started to swerve to fort defiance in the middle of the day for absolutely no reason. fuck, i need a new drug.
5...back in december, i posted about hacking at my ny to do list and i said, “i think it’s changing my life. i can’t stop looking up.” well, two months later, and it’s still all life changing, all up looking...w..h..e..w .

this is not a place.


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i’m tearing up, acrost your face
move dust through the light
to fide your name
it’s something fane
this is not a place
not yet awake,
i’m raised of make
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
in a mother, out a moth
furling forests for the soft
gotta know been lead aloft
so i’m ridding all your stories
what i know, what it is,
is pouring – wire it up!
you’re breaking your ground

“perth” by bon iver

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ps – congrats, kid.

wild / life .


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chicas malas
amyruthmarsh
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animals i saw while in costa rica:

cow
dog
gorilla bat
horse
hummingbird
iguana
koi
lizard
mosquito
parrot
pelican
pig
possum (possibly, it had a weird tail)
sand crab
sloth
snail

so i came back.



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“there was a moment, sometime in 2002 or 2003 when i was sitting by the sea, up on an island off the coast of new hampshire when i realized i could make my life into anything i wanted, that i could choose my reality. that was when i put myself fully into this, that i decided to just go and see what happened, nothing else mattered . . . [campbell] talks about needing the journey to be a circle, that it is the going and the return that make it a journey. to simply go out and disappear isn’t enough, you must come back.”

mikael kennedy
paradigm magazine

shoulduh, coulduh.


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when i get nervous
i squirm and curse, uh, a lot.
sounds like, ha ha fuck.

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work in progress.

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“a work in progress quickly becomes feral. it reverts to a wild state overnight . . . it is a lion growing in strength. you must visit it every day and reassert your mastery over it. if you skip a day, you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its room. you enter its room with bravura, holding a chair at the thing and shouting, ‘simba!’” 

– annie dillard, on things getting out of control

old school love.


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“the other night, ben and i were sleeping, both facing away from each other. at the very same second, we each started to roll over, extending our outer arms to spoon each other, and in the process high fived.

that’s right.
we sleep high fived.

we both woke up
and laughed for half a second,
and then went back to sleep.

sleep high five.
think about it.”

– rachel pfeffer