the fox is awesome.

When I first discovered Bobby Solomon’s blog thanks to this fine lady, it felt like I gained a rad older brother who should have been really annoyed at how much I wanted to be like him, but instead was totally cool with it and even let me hang out with him and his equally rad friends once in a while (hello, awesome).  Anyway, I’ve been trying to watch his CreativeMornings presentation, “Things I’ve Learned From Being Bored,” for over a month, but it’s been really insane here trying to get acclimated to this new job that I haven’t been able to get a whole lot of face time with my bff the internet . . . until now.  Oh man, not only was his talk the kind of kick in the blogging ass I soo hoped it would be, but it also totally reaffirmed that despite Bobby’s insane talent and ridiculously large following, he’s really just a super nice dude who also curates a super nice blog.
basically, guys,
bobby is the f-ing best
(i love how he rolls).

weens & friends.

Marlene Dietrich & Friends. Chateau Thombeau

Björk, Dietrich just schooled the Bjësus outta you.  Why don’t you suck it and go as a copy cat this year?  Also, I’ve gotta give some major props to my favorite hooray, I’m not pregnant! reminder.  You’ve really helped me perfect this face.
That’s all.

guessing liam does too.

“Liam, objectively the smartest, funniest, most mature 7 year old you could ever meet, received an invitation to a classmate’s party.

‘It’s from 3:30 to 7:00,’ he read.
‘Woah, that’s kind of long. I wonder what you guys will be doing,’ I replied.
‘I don’t know.’
‘Well, it can’t be a pool party. Too cold.’
‘Maybe it’ll be a pool party.’
‘Well, I just said it’s too cold.’
‘Well, IIII just said that maybe it’ll be a pool party.’

I look up, and he is miming shooting a cue ball across the kitchen table.

I strive to be like him.”

Wait, what.

this is modcloth (we met on the internet).


I know I’m pretty late to discover this place, but I stumbled upon ModCloth a few days ago and I think I already have a full-blown crush-session.  Not only are their prices totally reasonable, but their product names are .O..U..T..S..T..A..N..D..I..N..G..:
You’re Smokin Jacket
I Dye! Maxi Dress
Dial M for Marvelous Skirt
To top it off, their about us page says, we want to be the fashion company you’re friends with! Ugh, so many no brainers, so little time . . .
PS – I was the last one to snag this, very excited.

wonderous, wireless.

Sherlock. sikkin

Nikki Sylianteng of dumdeedum made this poster so her father would stop constantly asking what their wireless internet password was.  The secret to unlocking the code?  BIGGEST —> smallest.  Ooooo, another secret?


koree ughhh.

Ping Pong Calendar. mmmg

Unfortunately, the ordering portion of the online store where one can buy this wonderful little flip-cal is written entirely in Korean.  So if anyone has an extra 25,000 won lying around and is willing to try their luck South-K guess and click, just let me know!

trying to lego.

Lego Wallpaper. Balakov

Baby Mamas!  I missed you so much!  Now that we’re all fully rested (just nod and smile) and back at our desks bright and early, I thought you might enjoy jazzing up your workspace desktop background with a little lego-rama drama. Also, rather unrelated, but yesterday I read The New York Times editorial on Labor Day and even though it was pretty much a solid snooze fest, I got a bit of a crush on the closing sentence.  Here, I’ll introduce you:
“If Labor Day feels like a comma in the year and not a semicolon — like Thanksgiving or Christmas — it’s probably all to the good. We need a holiday that needs no preparation, which is a true holiday indeed.”

The New York Times, Labor Day, Now and Then

align right, justify.

Plenty of Fish. Appleping

Friend:..When I was little my dad used to point out pregnant women and told me they ate the watermelon seed, and that’s how babies are made. Don’t swallow the seed!
Me:..And then later on you found out swallowing the seed is a way not to get pregnant.
Friend:..Oh, that’s good.
Me:..I know. I felt it as I was saying it. Everything aligned.

Wait, what.

boy smarts.

100% the same.  borna

“Your awkward/repulsive stage will pass. In the meantime, here’s what you need to do: worry less about getting your young teenage self laid and start thinking about getting your eighteen or twenty year old self laid. Join a gym and get yourself a body that girls will find irresistible, read — read books — so that you’ll have something to say to girls (the best way to make girls think you’re interesting is to actually be interesting), and get out of the house and do shit — political shit, sporty shit, arty shit — so that you’ll meet different kinds of girls in different kinds of settings and become comfortable talking with them…get a decent haircut and use deodorant and floss your teeth and take regular showers and wear clean clothes.”

Dan Savage’s Advice for the Hard Up Teenage Boy

you guys rock.

Minerals T-Shirt. Nonfiction Tees

Hey, kids!  I realized this morning that while I know some of you personally (my sister, my mom, my favorite secretary whom I beg at least 3 times a week to click over here, etc), I definitely don’t know all of you.  This is mostly because I have no idea how to work google analytics and even if I did I’m not the kind of person who e-stalks someone 24-48 hours before we’re scheduled to get to know each other IN THE REAL WORLD  just so I can feel like a madconfident winner who doesn’t actually need to  listen because I’ve already run a generation whhhhyyyy did I ever agree to go on this date background check.  Umm, I think I just forgot why I was writing this post.  Blerg.  Blog.  Blog?  Oh, I remember!  It’s you! This post is about you!  Okay, what I’m trying to say is this:


Seriously, consistently updating this thing and knowing that even a few people like to stop by and read it has made me believe, for the first time in a long time, that even when I have nothing (money, a job I really love, future life goals), I most definitely have something.  And I wasn’t quite sure if you knew that, if you knew how fucking fantastic you were.  What’s that?  Oh, you knew?  Well, umm . . . great.  Glad we’re all on the same page then.

let’s be more than schmuck pals.

Locations. Matthew Lyons

“Some people maybe have nine schmuck pals, but some people have twenty nine schmuck to talk about weather and what they do on weekend. Takes Dorothy nine day to get past smeg small talk and be your friend. Cassandra can do it in two day, but she has loads of hobby like soggy swimming and train the dog, so probably have something in common to turn you from schmuck to pal. Maybe when grow up we consider log as friend, or never care like its schmuck. There are people who need log and people who need fog, maybe depends what location humanoid grows in.”

– Matthew Lyons, 06/07/10

this i get.
this i love.
only because,
schmuck pals
will forever be
at the very top
of the very tiny
list of reasons
it gets unpretty
living my life here
in new york city.


The one in the middle. Paddy

I just read The Setup’s interview with Craig Mod and now I’m inappropriately infatuated.  I’msorrywhat?  You’ve never heard of him?  Okay, here.  Craig co-authors Art Space Tokyo, is the co-founding editor of TPUTH, and considers himself a “writer, designer, publisher and developer concerned with the future of publishing and storytelling.” Oh yeah. Did I mention he’s crazyhot?  Like, a total fucking dreamboat.
Thanks, internet.
I needed that.

@myliquidhandsoap: start packing, kid.

Mason Jar Soap Dispenser. Midwest Finds
I’m going fucking nuts on how incredibly gorgeous my new liquid hand soap smells.  One sniff and it’s 9am on a sunny skies saturday/sunday with nothing on the old to-do but a bike, a book, and a basket of muffins.  Seriously.  My best friend Joanna was visiting last week from Philly and I think I shoved my freshly washed hands in her face for smell ’em times far more than even a best friend should allow.  But, being the super materialistic and hypercritical Taurus that I am, the complete unawesomeness and total snoozetasticity of the plastic pump jar in which Dial packages this blessed bath product has been giving me a bad case of the frowns. So that’s why I scoured the internet this morning and ended up buying a Mason Jar Soap Dispenser.

apppollo apppollo.

Scrabble Tiles Alphabet. Leo Reynolds
Molly is a stranger.
She agreed to talk to Nerve.
I like her a lot and this is why:
What do you look for in a guy?
Apparently the guys I like are emotionally unavailable and sad, like, “Some girl hurt my feelings five years ago so now I can’t talk.”
Who are these pussies you’re dating?
I’m not going to say any names, but they all live in Brooklyn. And I meet them all on OkCupid.
I’m on OkCupid! It always starts out so well!
My friend met her boyfriend on OkCupid and they’re very happy together, but before that she called it OkCrazy. She once went on a date with a guy named Apppollo — no lie, three Ps in his name. He smelled his hands throughout the entire date.

shots shots shots shots!

Classic Holga Camera Floursack Hand Towels. girls can tell
Although I am neither a middle-aged middle-american mombot nor do I have an excessive fondness for !!! and emoticons, I still read The Pioneer Woman because Ree has TONS of readers who generate TONS of ad revenue and she likes to feel better about herself by giving away TONS of cool shit. On May 4, all you had to do was answer what is your favorite kind of photography? and you would be entered to win a Nikon D90 DSLR camera and a copy of Adobe Photoshop CS4.   Ooooohkay! Unfortunately, considering her target audience, the lameness of the 42,700 comments made me boof all over my keyboard:
17 – Dineen Picerno
Pics of babies

1232 – Kimmer
Landscape…..oh AND BABIES!!!!!

20818 – Nancy
Babies, babies, babies!!

Thankfully, my co-worker (ie the one who did this on St. Patrick’s Day) was able and willing to use her sassy internet powers to temper my fowl mood:
20913 – AW
HDR! Especially of things other than babies.

better than you at everything.

Present & Correct.  Black Eiffel
..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

good credits.

826 Valencia. One of Mine

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?
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.”

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

Elli Rose’s Shoes Don’t Suck. The Selby
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:
1. ..NY Magazine’s Sales & Bargains
2. ..Refinery29’s NYC Sales
3. ..Gilt Groupe (online only)
And the winner is. . . . .being stacked and super fly.

translate this [ ] , son.

From Laundry to a Home in Berlin. Andreas Meichsner
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!
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!

well, color me mine.

new boots and pantones. peet-astn
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.
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.
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.

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:
{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!

draw me.

Things Drunk People Say. Kathleen Go
I found a new reason to be forever thankful I work in an era post floppy disks, MS-DOS, and dial-up internet.  It’s called Nerve and it’s a totally office appropriate website/magazine about Love, Sex, and Culture.  I’ve been checking it out all morning and I’m currently obsessing over their recurring piece “Talking to Strangers” where they ask random ladies and gentlemen at bars/houseparties deeply personal questions.  Uhhhhmazing.  Nerve also posted some excerpts from Kathleen Go’s fantastically hilarious book of originally illustrated quotes collected via various social networking sites by bar-hopping eavesdroppers called Things Drunk People Say.  Let’s just say I’m in quite a mood and thinking about taking a sloppy/sexy copy back to my place right about now.