cat napped.


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i mostly slam cats,
but this one seems different.
a dog in disguise . . . ?

there’s money in the banana stand.


Agenda 2011. Julie Joliat
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I do this every year. Whenever the final week of December is all “yo, what up girl?” I find myself jamming a fistful of miscellanies into my daily routine. It’s like, if I start doing something different the last week of December and it still scores face time even after all the slushpoo has melted and gone evaps forever, I don’t have to say it’s one of those laaaaaaame new year’s resolutions, but rather just something I started doing because, I don’t know, I’m awesome? And I do what I want? All the time?  Anyway, this time last year I started lying about what I did for a living (and moisturizing). This year?
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Neti potting.

agadorable.


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Armand:..What is that crap you served us?
Agador:….It’s Guatemalan Peasant Soup.
Armand:..What’s Guatemalan Peasant Soup?
Agador:….I don’t know, I made it up. I made it up!

– The Birdcage (1996)

times infinity + 1.



Seasons by Donna Hay
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Just a little heads up – posting throughout the next two weeks or so may be lighter than usual because today was my last day at the firm, tonight I’m heading upstate to spend Thanksgiving weekend with my best friend and his family (all of whom I love times infinity + 1), and then Monday I start my new job.  Please please please just keep in mind, it’s not you (it’s me).  Oh, and in case I haven’t told you already, thank you.  Thank you sooo f-ing much.
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i think the dead said,
“what a long, strange trip it’s been.”
me? I’m just grateful.

stuck between a menu and a hard place.


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Back in August, one of my co-workers left the firm to go study medieval history at a prestigious graduate school in England. I was really jealous to see her go, not because I had any interest in medieval history (sorry, I just like fonts better), but because I felt completely trapped and lost and had little to no confidence that I would be able to find my way. If it’s any indication of my headspace at the time, this was our last exchange:
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Me:..I’m not as unhappy as I seem.
Her:..I hope you’re not as unhappy as you seem.
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Oooof.  Anyway, she left this note on my desk after she stayed late to pack up all her things, so I didn’t end up finding it until the next morning. When I read it, I got a huge lump in my throat and my eyes started to well up with tears. I really, really wanted to believe what she had written was true, but at the time I just couldn’t so I took the note and hid it behind some papers pinned to my cubicle. I also did this because I knew it would make me cry every time I saw it and, well, crying at work was just sooo 2009.
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Flash forward 2 months —> I found my way. My last day at the firm is next Tuesday and, being the over-zealous pre-planner that I am, my desk was cleared off and my files were put in basement storage right after my first phone interview. Unfortunately, this means I now only have stupid little things left to take care of (don’t forget that mug! don’t forget those snacks! don’t forget this bamboo plant!), so I’ve been trying to make them last all week. As it happens, yesterday was take down all the things I pinned to my cubicle day and this note, stuck between a menu and a hard copy of the office holiday calendar, made me cry all over again. But this time it was for the good reasons.
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The really, really good reasons.

gotta get up to get down.


The Standard Hollywood. monitorpop
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Standard Culture, a lifestyle blog curated by The Standard Hotel, just ↑loaded personalized playlists with about 10 handpicked tracks from each of their swanky sexy cool playplaces in New York, Hollywood, LA, and Miami.  For serious guys, that’s 38 totally rad ass songs . . . for free.  I’m not gonna say no (hello).  You?
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PS..–..click below to ↓load:.
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The Standard x RCRD LBL: New York
The Standard x RCRD LBL: Hollywood
The Standard x RCRC LBL: LA
The Standard x RCRD LBL: Miami

hands up.


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I…F……Y…O…U……N…E…E…D……N…E…W……G…L…O…V…E…S….

wtf wednesday.


Minga
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“When you’re 20 you worry about what people think about you, and then when you’re 30 you don’t care what they think about you, and then when you’re 40 you realize they weren’t thinking about you.”

– Stephen Elliott

in stores today.


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i got a new job.
here’s a mix to celebrate
i hope you like it.
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liner thank you notes:…dan, eric, joji, lani, justine, aj, ashley, patrick, buster, all the dudes at continuum, the internet, hudson river bike lanes, garamond small caps, steve whitfield, tory fair, esalen, my libertine blazer, cinnamon schoolbook cookies, amex, testmasters, mechanical pencils, whole foods on bowery, 9th street on 10th street, lula’s sweet apothecary, crunch gym, west village housing works, rubgy’s return policy, liquiteria, klean kanteen, dog days, tresemmé hair gel, 3 in 1 pie, the astrotwins, google reader, and you guys.

glam glam thank you ma’am.


I Love Wildfox
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things that make living here more than okay:

listening to paul simon while getting from point a to b
breaking the code to trader joe’s (8am m-f; 9pm f/sa)
finding this glam as fuck photo of mk in my old apt*
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* not really, but the dirt and door look eerily familiar.