"I want to watch it more than I want to drink or eat"

— Noah Shachtman on the trailer for Jeff Howe's new book, Crowdsourcing:

this looks comfortable!

this comes from a post I found on digg (and then dugg) called "7 ways to green your job"...

...but their grass-keyboard-mouse image really looked comfortable! it was hard to even get through the article i was so mesmerized! but I did. all pretty basic tips for going green at work (turn off computer/lights/printers, use less paper, tell boss to do the same), though admittedly, i'm not allowed to turn my computer off at night because of the midnight updates. le sigh.

UPDATE 1:10 pm: Whoa! Looks like I've spotted one strange/comfortable-looking design trend. Here's a Kensington keyboard ad off of Wired's epicenter blog. Check the grabs:
And let me know if you find any more awesome grass-keyboard combos. I'm thinking I'd like some around my feet. Maybe an Astroturf floor protector??

thanks a lot, wired!

for nothing!

i mean, for a lot of things.

but decidedly not for reminding me that I wanted to get on the Momofuku Ko bandwagon, especially since it's a few short blocks from my current sublet -- and then reminding me that it's only after 25 minutes spent registering myself on their website, giving them my credit card info, and then requesting a reservation for one (just one!) of their 12 bar seats, that I can be denied. Even if I had the patience to try their online reservation system right at 10 am, this article, and many outside opinions, lead me to believe that I have no chance whatsoever. Maybe in another few weeks I'll remember again, just to be denied again.

(It's been awhile, but here are things about my life you can probably gather from this post: i have graduated; i have moved to new york; i eat.) -Z.

Repeat function

Fourteen-hour road trip yesterday, and at many points, I couldn't help but wonder if long car rides were meant for listening to songs on repeat. With passengers scrambling to come up with entertaining/valuable/nostalgic songs, it becomes an auditory shitshow, and, though often a delightful one, sometimes it takes a number of playcounts to space out in the right kind of way on the road. It probably takes a particular kind of ear to appreciate 87 plays of one 3 minute song, but this is an ear I possess. Keep in mind that on a road trip, the song needs to be vaguely high-tempo, to keep the eyes open, lungs breathing, car moving, etc etc.

I have, in the past, appreciated 40-60 consecutive plays of songs such as:

Digital Love
My Love is like Wo. In no way am I kidding.
James Brown Live at the Apollo. Is this short enough to be considered one long [concert] track? Probably not, but Please Please Please has received its own form of worship in the form of consecutive plays.
Stay
Happiness is a Warm Gun
Beast of Burden
Polar Opposites

... and mostly whilst studying.



BAG OF CRAP
since I've been gone so long.
(that's a woot joke ... wikipedia explains for those not in the know)

• http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ej84nN1WcE

• Gondry and oversized hands:

(From Be Kind Rewind website)

(from Science of Sleep)

(then there's the sequence with the large hands washing baby Joel in the sink in Eternal Sunshine, as well as the large boxing gloves in BKR...anything I'm missing?)

• and finally, here's a portrait of me drawn by Rachel Rose (my collaborator on The Picture Book, a project which will, contrary to popular belief, have its day... one day):

day 1

April:

•Fool's Day. Only good Foolery witnessed so far was Maya calling her boyfriend, about to tell him she had gonorrhea.

•Also half-birthday. Fairly insignificant.

•Saw a tour group walking through old campus, a big clique of girls wearing UGGS. Don't know why it bothered me so much (this one's also for Mark Aronson, Chief Conservator, YUAG, who suggested to me awhile back that I start a blog on UGGS). Make of it what you will:



•Best friend from high school, code name 'Yellow and Blue' started an eco-chic blog. Very cool. Thinking of selling my car. It's taken an unfair amount of heat lately, especially considering I made it move to New England.

•Mom and sister are in the general east coast vicinity on college tours. Over breakfast Monday morning we went through odd recollections from our childhood carpools. My favorite was: one girl in our carpool from elementary school always had her nanny driving us on her assigned days. The nanny was this old, grumpy woman, slightly balding, who drove a huge blue mini-van, and the only music she EVER let us listen to was the soundtrack to "That Thing You Do," over and over. I don't think I've been able to listen to it since. I had one of those strange hysterical-laughing reactions when I remembered it, the same thing as when other people fall.