Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Come On In

This weekend, I was so lucky as to have a friend visiting from Minneapolis. We went on an art walk in DUMBO, the neighborhood I work in, and grabbed dinner in Soho. It may not have been the best for my cold, but it was totally worth it, really great to see her.

She kept asking about my apartment and made me promise to post pics - especially after I told her my friend Katie says it looks like it's straight out of a Wes Anderson film (think Royal Tenenbaums). I know there are others of you out there that might be curious as well. So here's a glimpse at the new residence.

The entrance hall is really my favorite part about the place. Fan-freaking-tastic. Huge fan of the green and orange wallpaper.




I'm not gonna lie, the inside is still lacking. Amazing architecture and nuances, but still deep in transition. I'm still posting photos of the living room and kitchen. Just keep in mind that I moved in with a girl who's new as well, and a guy who's been living here for 2 years already - trying to find common decor ground and use what's already there. Not as easy as it might sound.




No, the TV doesn't work. Nor does the chandelier, nor the lamp in the corner. None of my own posters are really up yet. Like I said, long way to go. But can you see the potential here? I really wish I could just get rid of all of the junk and go to town on this place. I'll let y'all know if it ever comes together.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Obscure of the English Language

Hello!! It's been quite a while! I've been settling in to my new place (still not done) and exploring. My dad and sis came to visit the other weekend...they took my car home with them. I am now officially stuck.

When they were here, I showed them around a bit. I think the only thing we really did in Brooklyn was the Prospect Park Farmer's Market. We had apple cider donuts, chocolate milk (Which is evidently usually made from bloody milk - I don't find this out til the week after. Ew.), and some really good nectarines. But my favorite find at the market was Nicola and the Newfoundlander.


Nicola and the Newfoundlander was set up at a little table on a corner across the street from the market. Their clocks were what first caught my eye. Then the Newfoundlander (the non-female, so by process of elimination...) then explained the work, and I got really excited about these magnets! More so, I got excited about what they're about.

First of all, I should say that everything is made from reclaimed wood - he specifically mentioned wood from Brooklyn water towers, the Coney Island boardwalk, and wine barrels. And these magnets that I'm now in love with feature words forgotten from the english language, words that have no equal. Some are beautiful, many are ironic, and all are due for a comeback. Take it in.

petrichor - the smell of rain on dry earth

maieutic - to give birth to ideas

ploiter - to work with little purpose

zizany - a bad apple that spoils the bunch

vicambulist - a person who wanders the city streets

fey - having a strange, almost other-worldly, whimsical charm

ergophobist - one who fears work

mungo - one who finds beautiful things in the trash

kakistocracy - a government run by its worst citizens

rememble - a false memory

dulosis - the enslavement of ants by ants

limerence - the first moments of love

malist - one who thinks this is a terrible world, but not the worst of all possible worlds

musophobist - one with a deep and sustained fear of poetry

*interesting fact: Only half of these words got the squiggly red underline when typed.

I don't know about you, but hearing of these words (especially knowing that some of them passed the spell check) made me really think about the english language, how limited it can be, and how we limit ourselves even more by using only a few of the words available. I also laugh a little. I know plenty of ergophobists, but I believe I have yet to meet a musophobist. I shouldn't laugh, I apologize.

you can also visit their etsy shop

Saturday, August 1, 2009

The Commute


I feel like I should write something about New York so far. You can't just up and move to New York and not write anything. I'm just trying to decide what's worthy of an entry.

Well, I've become a New York commuter. Except I do a commute that nobody in their right minds would do: Queens to Brooklyn. I have to be at work at 9:00. So I leave at 7:30. First day? I was half an hour late. Granted, it was because of random train delays and stops. But still. Anyway, I was pretty much on time the rest of the week. The subway is weird. It's incredibly boring and interesting all at once. I think that's what I'll talk about.

I say boring because there's so much waiting. And it's so dark. You're under ground. In other cities you might be driving or taking a bus to and from work. Both are outside, with the sun shining in and sights passing by. The subway is a little depressing in that way. But it's a great place to people-watch.

I've been serenaded four times on the subway, and heard one very long sob story (we're talking 2 stops worth of harships). I love the random music. There was one guy with a guitar, two mariachi bands (yes, I am just that lucky), and my favorite, an Alanis Morisette type. It seemed like the perfect location for acoustic Alanis-type music.

There have been some interesting people near me, too. One man was standing on a napkin. I didn't think he was aware at first, but then he moved. He realized the napkin was no longer under his shoe and made the extra effort to cover it. It went on like this for a while, and I never did figure out his reasoning.

One guy was reading a newspaper printed on light salmon-colored paper. I had never seen this before. I saw it later and read the title, the Financial Times.

Another was a couple who were playing a guessing game. He said, "Okay, you get three questions." I thought oh cute they're on their first date. Her first was, "Is it something I would wear?" Okay, so he bought something for her, and was letting her guess. What could I do but guess myself? I know this all sounds very intrusive, but you have to understand this train was extremely empty, and they were sitting next to me. Not using their six-inch voices. I'm pretty sure he bought her a necklace.

One day there was a hornet in the train. It only landed next to me once, but I was not a fan.

You should know, people in New York are so friendly. Don't let someone tell you otherwise. You can ask anyone a question and always get an answer. One lady (much older) even got off of the train and walked me to the right train. I understood where to go long before we got there, but she was just too sweet. New Yorkers are just more blunt sometimes, and maybe have shorter tempers. But they're humans, too, and chances are they know what it's like to be in your shoes. Whatever your problem, there's usually a helping hand.

Well, I have news. I found an apartment in Brooklyn! It's in this amazing brownstone in Park Slope, and I couldn't have found a better place. This is means I will no longer be such an avid commuter. Which is both good and bad news. My days will be both less boring and less interesting all at once. Less suits.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Wherabouts is the Pop, Y'all? Fuhgeddaboudit, Pizza Pie!

My apologies for the absence of posts. I know I have millions of dedicated readers who have been on the edge of their seats just dying to hear from me, and I'm sorry to have neglected you. I'm still here, you are important to me, thank you for holding.

Truth is, I'm moving! (I'm sure you got that right away from the post title.) I got a job in New York, the perfect opportunity for me, so I'm up and moving. Again. I was doing this exact thing almost 12 months ago. Cramming my belongings into my little Scion xD and driving for two days. Only this time, the Big Apple. I just hope New York is as excited as I am!

I hope this news brings a little sparkle to your day, I know it's quite a contrast to the bankruptcy and downsizing that you normally hear about these days. I can't believe this has worked out so well, but it has!! I'm not about to argue with it. So you should no longer come expecting the view from MN. It will soon be coming from Brooklyn, not unlike every other blog. I'll try to keep it interesting.

I will miss Minnesota. I've had quite a crazy stay here. I got to work for one of the most brilliant design entrepreneurs in the business, a great man, in the worst economy possible. I was here for the Republican National Convention, just before we elected our first African American president. It was the worst winter they've had in about 10 years, and we also lived through the "hottest" day in years (nothing compared to Houston). I tried honeycrisp apples, rhubarb, lefse, a Juicy Lucy (thanks Sheraton!), hot dish, cheese curds, fried Snickers on a stick with powdered sugar (had to, State Fair), a Mexican sub sandwich, homemade doughnut pieces (thanks, Josh!), mochi ice cream, oodles of random beers, and delicious homemade root beer. Never durian ice cream, though. Just couldn't do it.

The people are nice, there's tons of things to do, beautiful lakes, great farmer's markets, great music, great art, fun winter sports, extremely talented designers, good food, and to top it off, the Mississippi runs through it all. Great, great, great. I highly recommend a visit to the Twin Cities in your lifetime.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Cristiana Couceiro, Sete Dias

Cristiana Couceiro's illustration style is one of my favorite things I've come across all year. Absolutely beautiful. A perfect balance of lines, shapes, and diagrams, interesting grid use, and the icing on the cake, vintage photography. The design is very clean, but there's definitely a sense of playfulness. I'm sure her work will speak for itself.








Cristiana works form Lisboa, Portugal. To see more of her inspiring work, visit her blog, Sete Dias.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Breaking the Norm

Alright, so you know how I warn you in my sidenote to the right to come prepared for anything? I'm going to make good use of that today.

I've been doing a lot of the same, lately. Too many routines. And when things start feeling like this, it can be kind of nice to do something differently. Something small, something normally routine. Something you usually do without thinking.

I don't know why I followed this urge today, but I did. It was my walk. I have a way that I normally walk. Without thinking, that's how I transport myself from one point to another. I couldn't even describe it to you if I wanted to. It's just natural. You're probably the same way.

But if you take your time to change something in your walk, the entire experience is different. Me, I took longer strides. Not that anybody else would notice, but I did. It was entirely new. I covered more ground with each step, my hair bounced more, I could feel the wind in my face, and I got the feeling that I was somehow more important. For about ten seconds, everything was new and I wasn't doing something routine.

This is crazy talk. I'm not sure why I'm posting this necessarily. I guess it just helps to remind yourself that you always have control over the little things. Hell, you even have control over the big things, if you let yourself. Maybe this type of experiment is a good thing to try every now and then.

I actually wrote this post a month or two ago, and ended up saving it as a draft because I thought it might be crazy talk. But as I read over it tonight, it made me smile and I realized it is relevant.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Better Days

"Progress's natural companion is nostalgia for the way things used to be." - from episode 6 of This American Life, the TV show

I don't know about the rest of the world, but for me the sentence above is a perfect summation of our existence, as of late. I remember growing up and hearing adults complain about how fast everything was changing, that one day we wouldn't be able to buy the newest version before another was released. Well, I get it now. Are we there yet?

The above quote is from an episode called Pandora's Box, from a sequence on pig farming. The story explores man vs. nature, scientists trying to create the perfect piece of meat, and in the process losing the essential pig altogether. Different things happened in the course of pig-perfecting, and basically scientists and farmers ended up simply trading quality for quality. At one point you start to think, Have they really moved forward at all, or are they just running in place?

Since I've moved here, I've been reminded time and again of how young I am, and how much has changed in my life. The biggest realization of this happened when I was introduced to one of the computers I work on at CSA. It reminds me of the computer I used in the days of middle school and the Oregon Trail, when AIM first came out and chat rooms were the bee's knees. (That is a great phrase, don't knock it.) But there are people I work with that remember when they bought that computer and it was absolutely state-of-the-art. When was this? Not much more than 10 years ago. In that time, we've progressed so much that I don't even know how to work this computer anymore. I'm like the out-of-date teacher that can never find the power button.

As I've gotten older, I've noticed that I get more cases of nostalgia, and I wonder if this is because I have more years to reminisce, or because things are changing so quickly that I have too much to think back about. More of my conversations begin with, "Remember when..." I find myself longing for the days of renting a VHS, of listening to CD's in a boombox, even of the old Facebook that was only college students. I miss actual photographs and snail mail. I miss running to get the phone in time, not knowing who it would be but hoping it was that certain boy. I miss Pac Man, Super Mario, and Boy Meets World. Hell, I miss scrunchies.

Every time they change something and claim that it's new and improved, all I can think is, Again?? I just don't buy it. I know of people who still own their appliances from the 40's and 50's, who haven't had as many problems and repairs as appliances bought last year. It's all just one big quality trade-off. I don't think we'll ever get all of the kinks out, but if we did I'd probably miss them.