Monday, February 28, 2005

One of Two Picture Posts, This is Two




this duct looks like a robot attacking from above one of the conference rooms at work.


Random "catch of the day" shot from the halls of medicine the office.


reflection while working in the same conference room at night...I am clearly paying attention.


we are voyeurs.


I am taking the stairs.


HOT GENTRIFICATION ACTION!


It's midtown, I dunno.


Print this one to use for a postcard, dude, it says hello here is where donuts were born.


STAND DOWN FROM THE PIZZA


Glen Iris and North


Another intersection- Krog at Lake, a couple of blocks from my house.


Going back to work again, see how it all came around like that, take a second if you need to...


UPDATE!

I WILL MOST LIKELY SHOOT MY TV SPOT IN LONDON, PARIS OR BERLIN (DEF. NOT IN THE STATES)!!
its cheaper, long story...BUT GREAT DAY IN THE MORNING.

Picture Post One of Two, This is One


friday! night!


yeah, I'm not really that threatening...


kevin took this picture of a random dude and I dunno what is up with my face.


it was chuck's birthday and I was wearing a lyntyninyg byyrd shyrt found on kevyn's floor.


um...dunno.


i've got the music in me.


I'm like the rhoda morgenstern of this picture.

(for some reason I felt inclined to turn the flash on and hold the camera myself...I know, right.)

Sunday, February 27, 2005

Oversaturated nautical socks drinking wine in a conservatory: I am blogging.

I am staring at a blank entry box with that feeling in the pit of my stomach like a Saturday hangover at the SATs. Halfway throught the first word problem and I am already lost, did Beckett write these or am I only imagining the underlying insignificance of this angle or that, trees and trains and such and my head pounds second one, second two, second three, second catorce...
Last night I arrived too late for a fashion show but just in time to down more than enough five dollar glasses of wine, more than enough to make me think fuck all this shit, to make me secretly pout outside over a cigarette and some Lite FM and I don't even remember why.
Oh I almost forgot the most important portion of the night: Rippy was wearing a turtleneck, he looked as if he were about to inheret a fortune! Some time later I asked Todd if Rippy left and he said "Yes and he said to tell no one that he left!" which only someone donning a turtleneck and holding a goblet of wine would say. I bet he retreated to his conservatory, I bet he has a conservatory. One would think!
I cannot french inhale. I just can't.
Last night I had another one of those oversaturated dreams starring one michael stipe, blues and greens, we were making art and my subconcious car broke down in a parking lot and I did not even care because I was making art with michael stipe and it was (as thom yorke might title a song) a "nice dream". Saturated stipe dreams, oversaturate me, saturate me later.

Today I went to Target, I bet a lot of people can say the very same thing about today. Today I was remarkably unoriginal, today I went to Target and then ate a bit of macaroni and cheese. I silently complained about not being able to find small sizes in anything but it was sort of like complaining about having too much money for your wallet, the kind of complaining that makes us want to throw things at the reality television. I bought nautical socks what do you think of that! (I think "jaunty".)

I just wrote about socks and my dream because I am trying to stay away from the unpleasantries brewing under the mundane. I don't want to be overdramatic, today is garden variety, neverending weather and watching time pass, time pacifists, yes.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Tired metaphor: treadmill/godot

Well-rested metaphor: highlights magazine

Coked-up metaphor: WAIT! WAIT! I KNOW THIS ONE! DUDE I TOTALLY KNOW THIS ONE! WAIT, NOT AYN RAND BUT WHO'S THAT OTHER- YOU GOT AN EXTRA CIGARETTE?






notes to self: buy cigarettes, find synonym for ennui

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

The internet is where all the trouble starts.
All the trouble starts here and ends here because it is not real, it is a self-contained world seperate from the way we behave in real life. The internet is numbers and real life is absurdity. If you ever get confused just repeat it like shampoo- internet: numbers, real life: sandwich platters.

I will now go to the parking deck to mull over a cigarette. I might stop and visit the newstand guy who will give you a bag no matter how tiny your purchase, seperate bags for every piece of gum, I wonder if he owns stock in bags or it is just a cultural thing. I sometimes refer to him as "silent friend". This nickname barely makes sense anymore, yet I continue to use it...I am going to mull that over too.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I finally bothered to learn how the self-timer works on my camera. There is no stopping me now.



I was going to say today had a soundtrack, that waking up to the opening song of Charade was nice and stopping at a redlight to Animal Collective was nice and driving home to Lola was nice and it all seemed somehow pointed, but I am tired and something akin to frowning-
and what, what.

Monday, February 21, 2005

The sky is being overdramatic for a monday night, the sky is filled with electricity/ sideways lightening and heavy clouds camouflaged by dark. It is a northern hemisphere night for day, warm and heavy, a movie set that no one is quite sure what to do with and I want to laugh because nothing is gonna happen near as exciting as the weather is prepping for.
I slept something insane today thanks to the presidents, and now it's another one of those used up, cake and coffee at 7pm kinda days. This weekend, I want to say this weekend shifted and clashed and was silent, tectonic plate kind of days where everything is under the control of forces which had been present billions of years and will be billions after and we are just along for the ride. Without the metaphor overkill it was quite simply drinking and dancing, a phone call at 4am from someone threatening to kick me in the ovaries which might have been offensive were it not followed by the streets will run red with your babies and I said nice, nice, and hung up. I then did laundry for 24 hours in a row.
Ok so maybe the sky is not all talk cause it seems to be hailing now. I am gonna stop writing and see what that is all about.

I am feeling a bit too flat to write- here are more pictures, most of them of the band variety.




the last two were of "advantage lindl"- eric's band (bean's roommate/clothing warehouse eric)


boulevard (friends of mine from athens)..wierd lighting= blurry pics


jamal doing jamal b-day things


oh and some completely unrelated flowers at carrie's house

now what...yeah now there's the question of the day, month, year, etc.

(tiny funk)

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Hey everyone let's check out what my camera has been up to lately!
Hey everyone let's check out what my camera has been up to lately besides being on "low batt", besides cutting off mid-picture thereby denying me the chance to capture what I believe to be mjq's core essence.
A thousand words? I DON'T THINK SO CAMERA!



captions!


God, the skating rink is so much fun!


Brad and Steve totally kept dancing even though the lights were on! LOL! God, those guys crack my shit up every time we were totally wasted too of course it was the rad.


Laser tag! Lasers are the BEST! Shhh, don't tell raymond but I gave lasers my # I am soooo bad!!!


Eduardo kept trying out his new moves, LOL!


Haha I was trying to take a picture of my car and look at this haha.


My cat is named Captain Mccuddles and is sooo adorable and like the coolest cat ever I mean who wouldn't love my cappy, right?


Chillin' with the fam over the weekend...my family is awesome though!


Yeah, we're tourists so what?


awwww...these guys are the best! AWESOME!


To see more pictures (or to relive the above link you probably did not follow) is easy! Click here at this link I am working into the text as we speak.

It is beer o'clock.

Would a band titled ??? be pronounced "quick quick quick"?


Earlier I woke up to my landlord playing calypso music outside one of my walls and a either a leafblower or the world's largest bee on the other.
If that is any indication of the rest of today then I am seriously considering going back to sleep.

Still working on those pics, but keep your chin up cause:



and so it be mote.

Friday, February 18, 2005

oh ok one more picture.
this one is a "write your own caption" contest:



the best caption prize will be: the gentleman in this picture will re-enact this photo IN PERSON for you, provided you accidently run into him somewhere and no effort has to be put forth on either party's side.*

SHOWCASE SHOWDOWN!







*after taxes.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Earlier (meaning a long ass time ago this morning) I walked past my coworker playing a listless version of foosball by himself. It was one of the saddest things I had ever seen, or at least that I could remember seeing, which meant it was the saddest thing I had ever seen in the last hour.
My brain is only good for drivel and nicotine, I am going home now finally. Earlier in the day meaning yesterday I guess I knocked over my bottle of mountain dew ("the dew"), narrowly missing my laptop and camera ("the mera"), but taking with it a near new stack of post-it notes ("the sticky note things"). Huh. I guess that explains why I can't remember stuff.
Oh wait I know what is was, I was gonna clock the hell out my proverbial timeclock and go home and then what.

There was a series of events last night which has left this ring in my head sounding very much like Jamal yelling "Billy Crudup" over and over. Stick that in your craw and smoke it for size!

Pictures and possible coherence are on their way, this pipeline rocks let me tell you.

Earlier I walked past my coworker playing a listless version of foosball by himself. It was one of the saddest things I had ever seen, or at least that I could remember seeing, which meant it was the saddest thing I had ever seen in the last hour.
My brain is only good for drivel and nicotine, I am going home now finally. Earlier I knocked over my bottle of mountain dew ("the dew"), narrowly missing my laptop and camera ("the mera"), but taking with it a near new stack of post-it notes ("the sticky note things"). Huh. I guess that explains why I can't remember stuff.
Oh wait I know what is was, I was gonna clock the hell out my proverbial timeclock and go home and then what.

There was a series of events last night which has left this ring in my head sounding very much like Jamal yelling "Billy Crudup" over and over. Stick that in your craw and smoke it for size!

Pictures and possible coherence are on their way, this pipeline rocks let me tell you.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I made some animated shorts!
Thank you the internet!

In no particular order:

Science Is Awesome!

Science Is Awesome Part 2 (Science: Our Friend!)


I knew this film minor would come in handy eventually...

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

IT IS SCIENCE TIME!

Here is what I would imagine it would look like were one to laminate a peep:

*



Every year I threaten to send a peep through a lamination machine and every year I flake out. Maybe this one! Maybe!


*not to scale.

Monday, February 14, 2005

An odd little vday/vdday/st.vday/monday just passed, did you see that.

Fog. Fog! Good god, it is a noir movie set out there- combine such with mojito, pink dessert wine, jack bauer keeling the pain and what it looks like when a chinese restaurant explodes all over one corner, combine all that and noir becomes some left bank offshoot of itself. Left bank, yes, because the whole while there's still no plot to write home about save a jump cut every now and then forcing us out of our comfort zones, and the details details too many and still we're taking note.

Is it all diagesis, is it I wonder or do we add our own soundtrack our own studio lighting and when a scene starts to fall apart is someone gonna yell cut I am still waiting for that goddamn cut.

Metaphor!

I need to learn the difference between a skirt and a dress. And also not to sit on one leg for forty minutes. Both legs derserve equal attention. I cannot feel my ankl- oh hell there it is...

'night.

Hey everyone let's catch the rainy mondays! Like the happy mondays but far less annoying! Symptoms include: swerving all over the interstate with complete disregard for your turn signal, getting your swerve on all over the interstate whilst forgetting that there is even a such thing as a turn signal, and almost throwing your back out by putting a quarter in the drink machine. As flip spiceland would say, "It's a doozie* out there and I need a scotch. Which one of you fine lookin' ladies wants to drink with flip?".

I am now going to make some fragrant, on-fire potpourri with all the flowers that seem to be budding asexually today all over the desks occupying this office. That is my next plan of action.




*somewhere between partly cloudy and scattery showery, I believe.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

IT IS PHOTO TIME NOW HERE ARE SOME A SHITLOAD OF PICS FROM THE BLACK HEART BALL




kasey and preston



yeah, I dunno who these people are...

still dunno.

well dylan's in that one with the people I still do not know.







levi and josh

hmm...

heidi and I

josh heidi dylan



I am transfixed by the...something...

the bottom half o' my dress.

ok that was fun huh.