l'amour/l'amitié

goodwill

2012-01-26T17:21:00.001-08:00

random thoughts on the I-10

2011-10-26T19:22:00.001-07:00

There should be no level of congestion for some existing lanes.

When there is congestion on a freeway, there is incentive to drive because most likely, it’s faster than traveling by bus. But when there is no congestion (and the only way to guarantee that is to forbid or severely limit private vehicle access), commuting by bus then become much more appealing.

This is the indeed the case with the I-10 busway/carpool lane today. It only takes 15 minutes to travel downtown from El Monte on the Silver Line rapid bus (not exactly BRT since it doesn’t have its own dedicated lane) while driving would take more than 40 minutes. People living in all parts of the San Gabriel Valley drive (oh well) to El Monte to ride the Silver Line. There is a bus every 10 minutes during peak hours and each vehicle is filled to capacity.

It seems the problem of cars crowding the HOV lane has been solved; I assume this is due to the success of the current restrictions. The newer rule is that at least three passengers (instead of only two) must be present in order for a car to travel along the HOV lane during peak hours.

But “creating” a busway generates its own problems. The busway lane along I-10W, and especially the separate grade ROW created parallel to I-10-E, were built after the I-10 itself. The previously four-lane I-10 became a 5-lane highway; why couldn’t it have remained four lanes with an existing lane converted to an HOV lane? Cities are not ready to stop creating and re-enforcing capacity for cars. In an ideal planning world, the I-10 would have three lanes total, with one for buses and one for carpools.

When it comes to surface infrastructure, creating supply only delays and exacerbates the repercussions of the problem.

wander bird

2011-10-12T15:25:00.001-07:00

via honestly...wtf

atro-city from above

2011-10-11T14:57:00.000-07:00

my modern met

fruit prints

2011-10-10T16:19:00.000-07:00

claire nereim

big yellow rabbit

2011-10-09T15:12:00.000-07:00

florentijn hofman

une joie nouvelle

2011-09-29T15:51:00.000-07:00

comme cet ville, il est agile, comme aucune personne avant de lui

booksmith

2011-09-27T07:56:00.001-07:00

home alone

2011-09-27T07:46:00.000-07:00

furze chan

de lumière

2011-09-26T14:51:00.000-07:00

irene suchocki

sunday morning

2011-07-31T18:45:00.000-07:00

le fou

2011-05-15T20:44:00.000-07:00

s/s 11

postercabaret

2011-05-09T17:42:00.000-07:00

blanca gomez

pushpins

2011-05-05T08:46:00.000-07:00

solde

20x200

2011-05-01T13:12:00.000-07:00

affordable art

happy 420

2011-04-20T12:36:00.000-07:00

why countries are most reliant on libya on oil?

2011-03-15T14:57:00.000-07:00

rifle paper co.

robot man

2010-12-10T18:05:00.000-08:00

swissmiss

animal prints

2010-12-05T12:17:00.001-08:00

sharon montrose

randall arendt

2010-12-01T17:27:00.000-08:00

conventional greenfield development

conservation subdivision

randall arendt's idea of setting aside connected corridors of protected open space: savior of suburban sprawl? but it is better than traditional sprawl.

atmospheric correction

2010-09-29T20:38:00.001-07:00

i am this close to becoming a remote sensing expert :)

city of plight

2010-07-18T14:59:00.000-07:00

today i went to the flea market and got some hair ribbons and and then went to the park to drink the wine i bought for 1 euro. french women look like adrian brody and french men look like jakob dylan. there's also a lot of bow-legged peeps here.

mister blue star

2010-06-13T18:41:00.000-07:00

robert approached dressing like living art. he would have a smoke and look at his few pieces of clothing while contemplating his accessories. waiting as robert decided on the right number of keys to hang on his belt loop was humorously maddening.

la nuit

2010-05-21T22:07:00.000-07:00

hier soir, j'ai rêvé de lui. i called out his name after leaning against the inside window of a store i'd passed by but never gone in during waking life. i was pleased to find that in my dream, the inside of the store wasn't as i'd imagined. my vision was opaque as i took in the pasty taste of the room. my day slowed down so i could learn to form the words. the moment 'cory' came out of my mouth his face lit up. how could i have known his name just by watching him watch me every night? he told me to join him by the tavern across the street. i promised i'd meet him there as i ran toward the other direction of town, recollecting his beer bottles from nights before.

a jar

2010-05-15T23:10:00.000-07:00

she went looking for a flower vase at the market but instead she found a little jar. the jar wasn't as she expected - it was the most beautiful at the shop but its opening channel was narrow and could barely hold a single flower. so she trimmed down the tip of the stem of the most vibrant flower and inserted it. it still didn't hold. the jar cracked a little as the flower fell away, its petals burning. she tried the same with the most anatomically correct flower. again, the jar cracked a little as the flower fell, its petals intact as it plunged to the ground. maybe then all the jar needed was the smallest flower. when this flower also fell the jar cracked open. same as it ever was, her beloved jar from the market looked as beautiful as it ever did, broken on the table.

dossier

2010-05-13T22:00:00.001-07:00

sink or swim

2010-05-11T22:16:00.000-07:00

the weight of existence in the early afternoon is lucid and heavy like my grey skin. to quell my time i go some place new. a video store or a farmer's market. somewhere void of expectations. where what is missing is everything.

cleare knew she was a house built with broken twigs

2010-05-10T22:28:00.000-07:00

and she once knew a boy who, upon their meeting, looked right into her. he was humble and at the same time, anatomically perfect. he wore lips that curved like a gentle river, hands that sculpted and moistened everything he touched. she could feel the sensual heat in his lungs just by sitting next to him.

but all of these magic mysteries were kinetic like an old carnival machine. because when he closed his eyes, or maybe opened them halfway, he was the most detached and dispassionate person she'd ever known. and by trying to protect himself from human nature, he had become what he saw as unfit in others.

and she realised that the only thing worse than a house built with broken twigs is a house built with bullet-proof iron.

meowsky

2010-04-17T22:46:00.000-07:00

taken from lookbook.

a cute outfit. but take a look at each garment individually - cheap tricot sweater, grandma shorts, mens' belt, dumb purse from mexico (she's probs never even been to mexico), shitty rayon scarf.

everyday people

2010-04-11T23:38:00.000-07:00

the cool spring heat hits my ankles as i adjust my wiggling womb. a touch, a spritz. somehow i feel like i've carried my tofu scramble everywhere without opening the box. somewhere i know our rendez-vous happened right before spring-time.

the village green

2010-03-27T21:31:00.000-07:00

we have an amazing garden. tonight i saw that the tomato plants had grown from a petite cauliflower size into a huge afro literally after a week! it's a miracle they didn't perish during winter at all; but they were barely alive. and there's this peach tree too that grew so fast its branches are still green. it's now taller than the house - with sour-y sweet flowers. the rose bush has different color flowers every season. sometimes they're yellow and pink, sometimes they're bright pink. i chased little morning around the yard for a while and then saw that the neighbor's 50-yr-old black cat was standing above the wall at the very corner with its mouth open.

crimson and clover

2010-03-24T23:02:00.000-07:00

clearing out the 'bird' playlist today was like clearing my mind of the last few months. i cooked chick peas with basil and it smelled like we were going to walk on over to the garage after dinner like any other night. like today was the calm before the storm.

it's like this city is the opposite of abbey's lone desert house - full of people, void of time. then again, the rain comes down on sunny days in la.

BOXeight fashion week a/w 2010: kanvis

2010-03-24T01:03:00.000-07:00

pms

2010-03-05T23:13:00.000-08:00

i remember passing by our local ems from time to time during high school. this store was one of the spots kids from school got their l.l.bean backpacks with their initials or their north face jackets (north face is so over-rated and poorly made, totally second class to patagonia). i drove by with my ma at least once a week, usu after SAT class at the boys school on saturdays. once i waited an hour for my ma to pick me up after SAT class. i was just thankful my neighbor didn't decide to carpool with me that day, or she would've had to wait an hour to get home too. this was the same neighbor who ditched me at the bus stop when she saw something faster come along. she got a ride from a friend from our summer school class - my bus and her ride ended up arriving on our block at the same time.

last week i saw this old ems plastic bag in my ma's car. it must've been at least 6 years old. i thought i was sure no one in my family's ever been inside that place. then a few days later i saw the same bag being used to catch garbage in the kitchen. i took a photo of it so i could stow it away like another useless memory from the past - like that neighbor or SAT class.

lille of the valley

2010-02-09T22:17:00.001-08:00

i had eggplants and pickles for lunch today and went to the library to read "notebooks" for a while. camus says comparison leads to suffering - which really is true. if outlets like facebook didn't exist, we'd think about ourselves more and carry out our own lives a bit better.

then i walked from memorial park to old town and sat at the same bus bench i used to everyday when i worked at patagonia - must have been 3 years the last time i sat there. then i got off at main street and walked to the gym. probably also around 3 years since i walked down that street. i've never noticed before but the place is a total hubbub for certain crowds. strangely there's a bunch of dance and art studios along main street. i passed by the theatre where i went to see a film with a pal once. inside the gym i did the steps/aerobics class and for the first time, i put plastic bricks under my step as a challenge, finding that it actually made things easier.

none of our secrets are physical

2010-01-21T13:34:00.000-08:00

the only normal interaction i've had with a human boy has been sans direct communication. none have ever left me bitter or sadistic. there's never a first time, nor a last for anything. but the sight of each other itself is like an earthquake. like when shane showed me his chipped teeth the day he sat right across from me at carillo. or when jeff biked past me in the rain and acknowledged my presence with his un-open lips. each of these moments were truly transcendental - like reading a book with no end.

sweet piss

2010-01-18T16:07:00.001-08:00

when i woke up today it was still raining from the night before. and when i looked outside while discovering the story of tom and summer it was gloomy. but i learned, rather quickly, that to look back you've to force yourself to see it all. that way, i would realize what a big mistake i'd made by bending down to look at the pebbles in the shallow water. and i felt silly that i'd not known summer had already become autumn while i was scraping pond rocks from my boots. by 4pm, the sky had cleared for the sun to shine for an hour until it would set.

candids from lauren elaine's gathering

2010-01-17T00:12:00.000-08:00

i took one and squashed it in my pocket. then i got another one and ate it - will develop the squirts from this processed food item.

birdman

2009-12-30T21:34:00.000-08:00

The day we said goodbye wasn’t the time I saw you biking with your surfboard on your block. I think it was that time I biked home from the library at midnight in 30 degree weather. I had forgotten the route I’d taken a thousand times and ended up by the beaming lights. It wasn’t the ocean wind that blew me away. I think it was realizing that because our language is tacit, we’d know each other long after we’d part. Like a song that circles the island after the crowd's gone home, you're the silver lining of every ___ tale.

arsenic and old lace

2009-12-27T21:31:00.000-08:00

the story of romanian serial killer vera renczi goes something like this. vera fell in love and married men at various times in her life. each would disappear from sight after she suspected they were about to leave her. but she was actually poisoning them with arsenic and putting their bodies in coffins stored in her wine cellar. there were 32 of them in total. at times, she would sit in the cellar to pense, surrounded by all her lovers.

some may say vera was an artist. whitley strieber wrote a vampire-themed back loosely based on her. and she inspired the playwright joseph kesselring to write arsenic and old lace.

if you're sad, and like beer, i'm your lady

2009-12-25T22:23:00.000-08:00

isabella is a cancer. who knew

when i open my mouth you can see 25 cavities

2009-12-25T19:37:00.000-08:00

i'll never forget what he said to me after our saturday meeting. we had just all presented our projects and i'd gone home for lunch. he then texted me and i called him back to tell him how much i enjoyed seeing his project. then i told him it was first time i'd done such a thing and how strange my presentation was. in turn, he said, "there were definitely ones much worse than yours." i didn't take it as an insult, perhaps it was even beyond a compliment. in many in ways, i was untouchable to him. but all those ties that we hid behind cleared the way for the type of honesty usually only shared between the closest of friends.

in a hartbeat

2009-12-24T23:54:00.001-08:00

all my urges of youth could be summed up in that moment. i had just come from a composting meeting and had time to wait for the sun to go down. i walked to the library and first sat on the concrete stoops outside the study room. that morning, i had put on my favorite elf shoes and button-less cardigan, the one my friends called 'that homeless one.' i jumped onto the metal railing right in front of the library and swung my legs in front of me. the position i was sitting suddenly made me feel very small, the same smallness you'd feel cruising around a different country. the sun became a calm glaze as i inhaled a portion of a stick. its potency took me by surprise. as i tilted my head up to look at the ocean wind circling the sky, he walked out from behind the library's opaque door. it was only 4 in the afternoon but the whole town had cleared out just for us. he looked at me in disbelief as i exhaled, my breath gliding safely throughout our coastal town.

growing ugly

2009-12-24T00:08:00.000-08:00

There I was that night, seeing him in a photograph wearing a purple scarf. It wasn’t the same purple scarf I had worn all throughout college. It was quite different. His scarf was more pallid and coarse. Though it actually looked softer from a certain angle. His face had changed a bit as well. It was rounder and also bigger. Back then, he looked like a gap-toothed porcelain doll. Now he’s just a boy with a big face. A feeling of satisfaction snuck up on me, taking over my eyes and then my lips. I couldn’t believe how he had changed – his beauty used to be next to only that of a girl. Well maybe it was the rare tenuous type of beauty that when touched, crumpled open like a ball of used tissues. Tissues that can't leave a maudlin girl's wet hands.

conjuring a conflagration for the callow coquette

2009-12-22T19:10:00.001-08:00

upon arrival at the pizza bar, cleare completely capitulated herself to josh. he was a capricious womanizer, with a cadaverous brunette to the left and the crestfallen cleare to the right. why, she wondered, was he the callow coquette he had become? after all, he did have congenital characteristics such as short arms and a large face. before the night was over, cleare's thoughts took a circuitous turn as she circumambulated around josh's pizzas. she decided she would castigate him by setting his pizza bar on fire. ah the feeling of sending a man to his chasm without clemency or compunction. taking a final look at the conflagration she had conjured, cleare complacently walked back to her table to sit with her concentric friends as they shared a confluence of a laugh.

autonomy for the abject romantic

2009-12-22T18:56:00.000-08:00

as she waited for the storm to abate, amity began to adjure herself to forget about him. over the past few weeks, she had developed a new-found sense of animus toward the penis of her former amatory lover. she really took to mind that cate had abdicated her friendship to shan and also abjured to never speak to him again on her dear friend's behalf. on the other hand, amity could feel the accretion of tension build up from her abstention. and she had really taken a step to abrogate the old apartheid. just as it stopped raining, amity told herself she was the archetype of an abject romantic.

i need a festivus miracle

2009-12-18T23:06:00.000-08:00

this test is driving me crazy. i feel like precious time is passing and soon my youth will be over but i'm wobbling over this test and school and living here. i can't wait until this test is over so i can check the following off my list:

- go to santa barbara in january, hopefully with k to see c
- maybe make a trip to see cleare in february
- go visit j-p and see m too in march
- april is the big month! earth day in isla vista and also 420. plus c-valley!

what it feels like for a girl

2009-12-17T21:25:00.000-08:00

this is what i feel like daily, living in los angeles. halfway out the window.

taken from lookbook.

a royal asshole

2009-12-16T22:18:00.000-08:00

watch as jeff gets vexed by the trumpet.

f was probably the biggest asshole to land in isla vista and i had the misfortune of knowing him. but he introduced me to jeff mangum and chelsea boots, which almost made it worth it.

my own silvia

2009-12-14T22:19:00.000-08:00

l'amour, elle est belle, elle est cruelle. i found 4 white hairs on my head today. maybe i'll start to look like rogue from sex-men.

today i did things a bit differently

2009-12-14T15:49:00.001-08:00

in the morning, i had tea from a bag instead of crumpled up like hash balls. and i made apple crêpes instead of apple pancakes. i gave patti smith a rest and listened to the smiths. instead of central air/heat, i turned on a small radiator i found in the garage. then i put on long johns from patagonia instead of sweatpants. i decided to transfer my exam words from a long yellow notepad onto a small white notepad. i took a 30-min break from exams and watched 'genital hospital' - i think james franco/jason morgan will be the 1st gay storyline on the show. i think i'll cook some ratatouille crêpes for dinner.

a misses c+c!

2009-12-09T22:40:00.000-08:00

this one is still on her face

i loved those jupe shoes dearly

the sharp pain of having a hot man penetrate my face with a needle was the best feeling in the world. it felt so damn good i tried more with different men.

nice bra!

stiff faces post-op

asiatic bittersweet

2009-12-07T22:21:00.000-08:00

each fruit is an ecological timebomb

fin

2009-12-05T23:00:00.000-08:00

as i prepare now to get some recoms for more school, i remember again how much i loved learning about the environment during my college years. if not conducive to anything else (aka job), my time in the classroom definitely helped me find my joie de vivre.

some of my favorite professors - who taught me that once you find thatis within yourself, your are much like a potent potable:

marc mcginnes - environmental law - marc is one in a billion! i was fortunate enough to be in the last class he taught before retiring. he would come to class dressed up as an 'alien' and criticize humans. after the final exam, we all stood in a circle around the fire pit outside and he chanted about everyone being one - that was the exact moment when i knew i'd fallen in love with the environment.

david cleveland - world agriculture - i loved learning about ag and small-scale farming from this guy - watching how happy he was while he lectured was encouraging. i'm lucky if i'll ever have half the passion and kindness this man has. i don't know how but he knew my name and i keep seeing him around the food co-op. he called me a "star student!"

paul wack - environmental planning - this man loved planning. he showed us a pic of him in his 20's when he 1st started out - he was smiling ear-to-ear then as he is now. he really inspired me and cleare to see planning as a career. and his film class was the last ES class i ever took - totally blew my mind man - i was really inspired by all the blue horizons kids in the class who loved the films more than even i did.

WORST PERSON EVER: Eric Zimmerman - our dept adviser - not only did he not give any of us any advice on any jobs, he made me feel like a dumbass for asking him any questions.

babelogue

2009-12-05T20:22:00.000-08:00

today i listened to patti and did another stack of exam cards. patti's so rad.

international dateline

2009-12-04T23:02:00.000-08:00

today i entered my bedroom to realize my bed takes up more than half the room. and i also have 2 desks. others than these things, there's only enough space for one person to stand comfortably in the room. maybe the other person is waking up right now saturday morning in tonga.

vie heroique

2009-12-04T16:28:00.001-08:00

cher cleare, des lèvres

2009-12-04T16:07:00.000-08:00

michael avec les lèvres rouges

deck avec les lèvres succulentes

marion et guillaume: cap ou pas cap

2009-12-03T21:10:00.000-08:00

je n'avais rien vu deux personnes si heureuses.

lisa

2009-12-02T18:02:00.000-08:00

i loved her melancholy days with damien rice during her early 20's

she's 28 now. she said her split with damien was the best thing that's ever happened to her. i have to say she's a bit of a plain jane now.

la racine de la vie

2009-12-01T02:13:00.000-08:00

Phèdre de Jean Racine m'enseigne l'amour, c'est la mort. Regarde ici.

les lettres d'amour

2009-11-29T23:30:00.000-08:00

c'est chouette, ce film de jean

boy from the valley

2009-11-25T12:32:00.000-08:00

the moment she heard his voice again she stepped outside. her tears frozen, dotting along the coast, as salty as their home by the ocean. she remembered how his hair, the color of sand during high tide, flowed past her face as they rode along the bike lane home at night. he used to say, "hi, i'm M" and introduce himself to her friends with glasses on his doll face. as fresh as any page out of paris spleen, the smell of his warm gentle breath is as far away as nowhere.

cleare, t'es où?

2009-11-20T18:32:00.000-08:00

voici ton favori, thomas et deck. they are so fucking hot.

parfum exotique

2009-11-18T22:58:00.000-08:00

Quand, les deux yeux fermés, en un soir chaud d'automne,
Je respire l'odeur de ton sein chaleureux,
Je vois se dérouler des rivages heureux
Qu'éblouissent les feux d'un soleil monotone;

Une île paresseuse où la nature donne
Des arbres singuliers et des fruits savoureux;
Des hommes dont le corps est mince et vigoureux,
Et des femmes dont l'oeil par sa franchise étonne.

Guidé par ton odeur vers de charmants climats,
Je vois un port rempli de voiles et de mâts
Encor tout fatigués par la vague marine,

Pendant que le parfum des verts tamariniers,
Qui circule dans l'air et m'enfle la narine,
Se mêle dans mon âme au chant des mariniers.

c.b.

maya / chan

2009-11-17T23:14:00.000-08:00

1943

2008

j'aime julia

2009-11-11T17:19:00.000-08:00

i stumbled upon julia's work flipping through shit 2 years ago. she is totally rad.

LA Fashion Week: Fremont S/S 2010

2009-11-09T17:07:00.000-08:00

hope you like my story!

Photography by Casino Nelson.

le déjeuner

2009-11-08T17:15:00.000-08:00

today's harvest!

baked hazelnutz

newly sprouted red lentils

my favorite interviews with musicians

2009-11-05T18:13:00.000-08:00

no trail left behind (hopefully)

2009-10-15T13:23:00.001-07:00

All I really want in life is to live in a compact space with maybe two good friends and have fresh air and temperate weather. We’d be close to lots of open space for hiking and cycling and living mainly, esp for Morning to run around during the day. We’d at least have a trader’s and a farmer’s and hopefully a small natural foods shop with a few tables. And some young folks nearby would be nice. It’d be important to have access to good public transportation and maybe some thrift shops. And for me to deserve this ideal lifestyle, I cannot bring any new child onto this planet. So when I begin from this starting point, I know that this type of life is not too much to ask for at all.

un oeuf

2009-10-11T20:43:00.000-07:00

elle a voulu lui dit qu'elle sera ici pour toujours. mais comme une petite fille, elle a fermée la bouche et a écouté seulement.

comme il veut, la nuit devient le matin. mais quand la nuit s'élève encore, il écoutera pour ses pas doux.

uglies

2009-09-01T21:34:00.000-07:00

formerly ugly but now are smokin hot

des pêches mode

2009-08-30T15:05:00.000-07:00

peaches were 3.49 a pound. and around mid-august when the farms along the central valley grew lots we'd get them on sale for 2.99. we'd buy them one at a time, sometimes after class and sometimes before dinner. we'd sit at the little blue bench and watch people go in and out of the co-op. each peach tasted like an only child born from the earth.

i took a boy there once to share a peach with. he said "this is a delicious peach!" we never really spoke again after that. i had given him the cheapest token of happiness i had found; i had nothing else left to offer.

i thought about these delicious daily peaches as i bought a whole bag for 5.00 at the farmer's market today.

jock sturges

2009-08-28T22:23:00.000-07:00

photographe naturaliste de montalivet

dit marion!

2009-08-25T00:43:00.000-07:00

Marion at the Dior ss10 show.

slightly retarded but really beautiful

2009-08-16T15:26:00.000-07:00

Joanna and Miranda Celebrate Rodarte's SS09 Collection

le weekend!

2009-08-14T16:35:00.001-07:00

devendra's shoes are nice!

we listened to this cd everyday

2009-08-10T22:50:00.001-07:00

a year ago cleare and i spent our last summer in sb. we got up at 10am and had tons of hash before biking to cartography class each day. we had biked through the last days of the old isla vista before the awful construction. at night we'd go to environmental film to watch planet earth and such. we'd come home and sit in our 10x10' room and eat our tofu scramble. when i think about it now it's like i'm standing on a wall and aiming to jump back into this tiny beautiful hole.

sa coeur d'or

2009-08-05T21:50:00.000-07:00

je le regarde comme il boit. il boit du bourbon and de sa femme. il y a beaucoup de vignobles pour traverser, des raisins pour choisir.

have a pleasant weekend!

2009-07-31T01:08:00.000-07:00

erica and i are going to bike with a critical mass in la today! it will be my first critical mass in la!

i've been to hollywood i've been to redwood

2009-05-18T23:05:00.000-07:00

and i'm getting old

happy earth day / heart on plate

2009-04-21T23:17:00.000-07:00

michael / jamie

2009-04-04T21:55:00.000-07:00

fair-featured men like horse-faced women

dear chair

2009-03-15T21:55:00.000-07:00

i am going to take a vacation. it'll be like walking down a sidewalk with no boundaries.

dream / nightmare

2009-03-06T17:35:00.000-08:00

i had this dream last night i was at a party at la fitness. i went into the bathroom and found some weed spread out on the ground between 3 toilet stalls. i was rather excited and thinking "is this a dream?" as i stooped and scooped it into my little container. it wasn't that fresh, but it was free. i put everything into a backpack and left it outside while i worked out. but then i noticed a cop and his sniff dog walking by. the dog started barking once he smelled my bag. i quickly grabbed it and flushed my green container and its contents into the same toilet where i'd found my new stash. as i dumped it, i thought to myself "this is how life ends." once you finally find something you're excited about, it's worthless b/c it'll be your time to die.

miranda in space

2009-03-05T10:04:00.000-08:00

cliquer ici pour lirer

i made thursday's feature article!

2009-02-17T23:28:00.000-08:00

i'm thinking about which other planet to move to. but until then, i'm pretty excited about this.

ze zound

2009-02-17T00:10:00.000-08:00

i guess i can't say everything in LA stinks.

a few months ago, i discovered 100.3 fm "the sound" in los angeles. probably the best radio station i've heard my entire life. they play songs from '60s - now. a good variety.

the lovin' spoonful, spoon, jack johnson, jackson browne, the beatles, the eagles, tom petty, thom yorke, blondie, stevie, david bowie, david byrne.

so good.

los angeles fashion week SS09 at boxeight

2009-02-15T13:56:00.000-08:00

je sais pas qui veuille ceux-ci porter. mais j'aime bien de regarder - d'une autre planète.

yotam solomon

brian lichtenberg

los angeles fashion week SS09 at smashbox

2009-02-06T21:02:00.000-08:00

this took place last october in culver city. almost every line was way ugly. i liked Tulle and Cloth Logic though. i took some low-quality pics with my non-slr camera.

little morning

2009-02-04T20:16:00.000-08:00

morning is the name of my child. he likes to run around our garden during the day and sit on the couch at night and watch seinfeld. once he squeezed through the gate and wound up between some jagged palm plants next to the road. but i knew exactly where he was because there was a stray cat floating above the plants. all the neighborhood cats follow him around but he don't give them the time of the day.

piece of shit

2009-02-02T21:31:00.000-08:00

starbucks is releasing a cd called 'sweethearts.' a capitalistic cover cd of some of the best songs ever by the cure, bruce springsteen, etc. rogue wave on the same cd as some radio fools. sounds like everyone is cashing in.

i only buy cds at live shows from bands themselves so those poor ass kids can get my 8 bucks.

nice jugs

2009-01-26T11:49:00.000-08:00

read my handiwork

I cannot relate to 99% of humanity.

2009-01-25T17:13:00.000-08:00

A charming comic by Daniel Clowes. Also a charming movie with Thora Birch and Steve Buscemi.

I'm like that old man that waits for the bus that never comes. Except then it does come when someone even more loser is looking at me.

natural toiletries are rather inexpensive

2009-01-25T00:53:00.000-08:00

i find the best quality skin care products at natural food stores (lassen's, co-op, whole foods, trader joe's). they all carry pretty much the same brands and you can get great quality shit $7-20.

but recently i've noticed places such as Sephora and L'Occitane really advertise their new green products. but basically you're paying $50-100 for second-rate products with fancy product descriptions. the brands they choose to carry, which you'll never see at co-op, are expensive and have intensive chemical ingredients. these brands are way below par compared to even like $5 trader joe's cream.

don't be a dumbass read the ingredients. if the list is way long and has shit like parabens/sulfates/yellow-69 you know it cost like $0.50 to make.

charles lost all his hair

2009-01-24T21:10:00.000-08:00

sometimes you suddenly leave a life behind and go away for a long time. a long enough time that the new place becomes your new norm. and when you get the chance, you visit the old people and places from before and you find that things have changed drastically . some ppl have lost their hair and local joints have been torn down. but in your mind these new things aren't ever real and your memory adamantly decides to reject them. and so after you leave your little visit behind and think about that life you left behind many years ago it's like nothing has changed except you. no one in the town became bald and bravo pizza is still 10 mins away. no one's died and everyone else is still 18 while you are almost 30. and you picture their lives going on from day to day and they're 18 forever.

cleare's dress

2009-01-09T12:38:00.000-08:00

820 camino corto

2008-12-26T13:39:00.000-08:00

this was our summer apartment. also my last taste of freedom before my current jobless destituteness.

we both aced GIS without opening that book

my 1983 eggplant

2008-12-01T14:54:00.000-08:00

i am learning new things about my bicycle everyday.

back in sb, i would just take him to the campus bike shop for those dudes to take care of him. but now that i live in la, it is really difficult to get to a bike shop. i took a homage to a bicycle workshop a few weeks back - it took an hour each way with bus and rail. the place was called "bicycle kitchen" and the dudes were pretty damn fine. but to my dismay, the next morning i got another flat tire - the tube had imploded from the bus ride back! though i wanted to see the fine dudes again, i didn't want to pay another $7 for the public trans.

so i asked my dad to help me with the tire. he busted out his binder of tools and fixed eggplant's rear tire. he was a great teach too. now i am a pro with the tools and i can:

take off tires with 2 screw drivers
install inner tubes and then but tires back on
pump my tubes without them imploding - (found the right pressure!)
thread and put into place the brake wires
properly slide the chain into the rear derailleur

for a toothpick-legged man - as cleare would say - these skills are natural like his leg hairz. ah but for me these things have to accumulate like oilz on his hairz and then the oil gets too oily so the hairz fall out.