and to continue our series in: “use your blog as a personal repository of memories, and let others read it and not read it as they will,” i present, a chat snapshot of me and erik, fly on the wall perspective.
Feel free to skim or click on through if you are not amused by semantic tomfoolery.

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but it’s the best one i encountered this year by far.
i mean damn, that’s cool.

no, i don’t know the dude. the pic is immortalized on flickr.

thanks to the ReadyMade magazine blog for pointing the way.

i mean, how much sake does it take to be this holy freakin hilarious?

because that’s how much i want.
and a spicy tuna roll.
and some tea.

who’s in?

i have not posted in a hella long time! holy crap! october 1st, are you serious?!

well, i went to california and back. again. and i am currently entertaining the possibility that i might go live on a boat docked somewhere off the eastern seaboard for a while. that’s if the pump gets fixed. otherwise i’ll probably just get some seasonal work here in pdx. and it looks like i have a web project lined up, which is good news. and i am very, very glad that it is fall, because the weather is freaking gorgeous, and tomorrow i should go out and take some pictures of it.

in other news, i am going to start a new blog soon. it is going to be about pockets. you’ll understand later. but fear not, this blog will not entirely disappear. in fact, it may benefit from the admission that i am no longer going to attempt to cram everything in one place. like when you trim the leaves of a plant and then it ends up growing more fully on the remaining branches? that idea’s not just for gardening, anymore, kids.

unfortunately, i think that might be all for now. if i think of more to say, i will return. :)

i will also post pictures of my halloween costume.

and bake a pie.

may your weekend be at least so fruitful.

how much would it rock if there were status message madlibs? like it could prompt you to enter what you’re doing with a certain syntax: “verb, adjective, noun, adverb” and you put in something predictable like “drinking, cinnamon, tea, slowly” and it spits out “While drinking through the cinnamon forest, Kynthia threw some tea out the window and nearly had her arm bitten off… slowly.”

the words you put in could even be a different color or something, so the actual information remains, but the nonsense adds value.

and that right there shall be my new status message in the meantime.

onward now to other business.

here are a couple of shots of my recent activity c/o tif:

erik has recently enrolled himself in his own private contest with tiffanie regarding number of photos posted to flickr, and yesterday he gleefully informed me that he had again pulled ahead, having posted nearly 150 pictures of mexican kittens, firepits, and eduardo caguama manos, which are basically beer bottles that remain duct taped to your hands until you drink all of their contents. the quality of these entries did not preserve his lead for long, however, and that was probably my fault because i told tif of these developments today at the harry potter meetup and, lo and behold, only two hours later she had again edged ahead with pictures from the last couple of weeks, even though she was supposedly going to spend her afternoon packing. :)

meanwhile, in my own flickr world, i made up for not having pictures to post by actually checking my internal messages, and there was one from some online scottish guidebook saying that they might want to use the picture below in an upcoming edition.

this amuses me because that picture was taken with absolutely no consideration for quality, simply because i had just taken a picture of tania and the new friend we had made at the hostel and it seemed like fun to try and get a shot in low light. that is a good bar, though, and i guess if you’re a guidebook such shots are more interesting than things like grit bins, which i document solely because they make me giggle.

but come on, this one’s kinda funny:

ok, i’ll take some pictures of current events soon now, i promise.

during the era of the pictures from my last post about morgan? i looked like this:

crazy, huh?

if you haven’t seen me since then, well… i have longer hair now.
and better taste in clothing.
that smile still makes it out every once in a while, though. :)

the building behind me is rawles hall, home of the IU math department.
hi IU math department!

the person who took the picture is jeff, whose brain looks like this:

hi jeff’s brain!

if i had a picture of my brain, i would show it to you, but i don’t, and with that, i think this post has enough information to earn its title.

this morning i woke up with the memory of the last sentence i had uttered in my dream, and it was:

“Can someone give me a hand here? I’m having cake management issues.”

i think i actually woke up because that was so amusing that i could not continue further with the story.

what’s potentially funnier is that the dream actually made a lot more sense than most of my dreams lately, by which i mean that it is actually possible to summarize the plot in waking language without sounding like i’m trying to mimic james joyce – in this dream, i was living in a crowded apartment with lots of people and we had a lot of cakes. i think people had been giving them to us. i think we had just moved in, so they were like housewarming cakes. i was shuffling stuff around in a cabinet and one of the cakes was falling and so i asked for help.

perfectly reasonable.

still funny.

long ago, kevin posted a link to a site that has lots of silly quizzes that generate little boxes for the sole purpose of announcing your personality as filtered through the lenses of things like your favorite lunchmeat or the color of your underwear.

like this:

You Are Elektra

There’s really no superhero with more style than you. Because who could beat being sexy assasin ninja?

today i was cleaning out my drafts folder and found that i had saved this information with the apparent intention of elaborating upon it, but why i thought that the proclamation of my status as a sexy assassin ninja needed any elaboration is beyond me.

sometimes i am mysterious.

not today, however.

today i tell you not only that i am elektra, but also that

• my aura is violet
• if i’m going to be a writer, i should be a poet
• i am pumpkin pie
• of all the shades of blue, i am indigo (the most funky, unique and independent)
• my inner new yorker lives in brooklyn
• i should try street luge

what a nice way to do some spring cleaning while the post-CHI stupor still interferes with my ability to write anything completely from scratch.
:)

in that spirit (ahem):

You Are Absinthe

You are a sloppy drunk, purposely so If drinking doesn’t make you feel crazy, it’s not any fun Truth be told, you tend to prefer drugs to drinking But you’d never pass up any absinthe that came your way!

cheers to springtime, california, and the green fairy in us all.

i was watching an eckhart tolle lecture on dvd about the flowering of human consciousness, wherein he says at one point that the limitation of our consciousness begins with our name, which conditions us to think of ourselves as both isolated from the rest of the world and defined by language. later on he jokes that we can still keep our name, though, even after we figure out that the self as we normally conceive of it is a delusion and language and thoughts are only a part of our consciousness. “when someone asks you your name,” he says, “you don’t have to say ‘i am beyond names and labels’… which is basically saying ‘i am more important than you’ and not answering the question.”

maybe it was just that all the jokes before that had been subtle faces and eyebrow raises and so the humorometer for the lecture as a whole had a pretty low baseline, but ‘i am beyond names and labels’ in his calm german accent was freaking hilarious and i laughed for like a minute and a half.

it was also a very good point.

then just now i was reading a lifehacker post that says:

The EPA has a nifty tool to help us all figure out just how much of an impact our homes are having on the environment with the (somewhat unfortunately named) Personal Emissions Calculator.

i read that parenthetical twice before it sunk in and then i just couldn’t contain myself.

i had just been thinking that i hadn’t blogged in a few days, so it seemed fitting to share some of the diversity of my day with you.

i also started season 3 of 24, wrote some email, bought some groceries, ate some indian takeout, took a shower, did some of my cross stitch, tasted the rogue chipotle ale, and watched everything is illuminated.

meanwhile, in outer portland, it rained off and on and was generally cool.