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April 2010

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Trendspotting: Gallery Walls

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Tali‘s amazing asymmetrical cluster

I’m so in awe of people who can take mismatched frames, shapes and sizes of art and form a cluster on their wall that looks cohesive. Perhaps it’s my symmetrical nature holding me back, but I tend to lean toward one giant piece of art instead of several, lest my OCD kick in and I spend an entire day measuring and leveling to make everything line up perfect. But I’m gonna try. I’m gonna try real hard to make a cluster. Because they’re just so damn interesting.

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Fashion Forward: Seychelles Sandals

You know it’s a rare day when I dedicate a post to one brand of shoes. But I can’t help it. I am infatuated with all four of these sandals. And at different points of the day I had each one of them in my shopping cart, about to click “buy.” If it weren’t for saving, and being a responsible adult, and yadda yadda yadda, all four of these would be on their way to me right now. Instead, I’ll just post pictures of them and stare longingly.

C’mon, stare longingly with me. Be careful not to drool on your keyboard.

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The It List

Five things I’m lovin’ right now …
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Blackberries. Can’t get enough of them. It’s slightly early in the season, but they’re ridiculously inexpensive and plentiful right now. I’ve been putting them in my cereal or in my yogurt or most of all straight into my mouth. Omnomnom. [via]

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This advertisement created by OMFG Co. for a hotel. I’d like to reproduce it and hang it in my cubicle. [via]

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Bags that look like cameras. This is just the latest in my obsessive streak. See last week’s here.

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NPR’s All Songs Considered podcast. Relaxation + new tunes + no commercials = happy.

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Lightning over water. Photo by James Larkin.

Tune Time: Hockey

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There’s something almost shameful about coming across a band months after their album is released, especially when you then can’t stop listening to it. It’s like jamming hardcore to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in 2000 and evangelizing to all your friends about this great new band, you might’ve heard of them, Nirvana. Ahem.

This isn’t quite as bad, though, because this album came out in August of last year, and the band is still relatively quiet (or so I think).

The band is Hockey. The album is Mind Chaos. It makes me wanna dance. And sing loudly. The singer reminds me of a cross between Tom Petty and Bob Dylan, and that’s really all you need to know. So go forth and buy this record. But first, you can watch this video.

Fashion Rewind: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

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Every spring around this time, I feel the urge to cut class. To break free and bust loose on the city. Never mind that I’ve been out of school for awhile now — I still get this urge. If I were in school, I would have a boyfriend who would pretend there was a death in the family, dress up like my dad and pick me up in a choice car. Then we would kiss passionately in front of Mr. Rooney before gallivanting around downtown Chicago. I would be Sloane Peterson, but instead of my 1980s fringe jacket I’d trade it in for a military inspired jacket because it is 2010 after all.

Urban Outfitters, Roxy, Revlon, Arden B, Charlotte Russe, Forever 21, Free People

Foxy Moxie

Foxes are all the rage in my universe right now. It all started with a lackluster viewing of “Fantastic Mr. Fox.” What the movie lacked in interesting plot, though, it made up for in style, so it wasn’t all bad. But it didn’t come close to my favorite fox movie of all time, the animated “Robin Hood.” Damn, was that fox charming. But I digress.

Just when I thought I was done thinking about foxes, I overheard someone in public say, “He’s a stone cold fox” (who says that anymore, anyway?) and saw a segment with Michael J. Fox on my admittedly-ritualistic morning viewing of the previous day’s Rachael Ray show (burying head in shame). After these incidents, I realized I had “Foxy Lady” in my head all. day. long.

At this point I was going into fox overload so I turned to Etsy for some respite. Without a fair warning I was under attack by more foxes! Foxes are so cute, though, it’s hard to stay mad at them, those sly creatures.

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The It List

Five things I’m lovin’ right now …
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The Shutter Speed Bag from Modcloth. *Grabby hands*

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“Kick-Ass.” This movie is self-descriptive.

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This deluxe mold collection. [via]

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This amazing Aussie’s blog. Love her!


And, finally, Syfy’s awesomely bad “Mega Piranha.” Yes, that piranha just took down a helicopter. This little flick will whet my appetite till “Piranha 3-D” arrives.

UPDATE: 31 things to do before I turn 32

Marking a few things off my list
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28. Watch a movie at Grauman’s Chinese Theater.
It was a gray Saturday. H and I were running late as we shuffled through the throng of tourists standing in the cemented footprints out front, but there was no need to worry about getting a good seat for “Clash of the Titans.” Halfway through this snooze of a film I sneaked out to scope out the ladies room, located a few flights of stairs down in Old Hollywood style. As I primped my hair in one of the many full-length mirrors in the butterfly-adorned sitting room, I wondered how many celebrities had stood exactly where I was standing, doing the exact same thing.

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17. Try Ethiopian food.
I’ve driven down Fairfax through Little Ethiopia a gazillion times without stopping, so this was long overdue. We ate lamb and chicken, both of which were flavorful and spicy, but the sourness of the bread was a bit of a turnoff for me so I quickly gave up on it and instead picked up the food with my bare fingers. The best part of the meal was the coffee afterward, served with a bit of mood-setting incense.

Sadly the photos above are not my own. They were tragically erased in an incident earlier this week, but I turned to Flickr, where I found photos whose points of view were strikingly similar to ones I took.
[Images via impalergeneral, abbyladybug and bootsintheoven]

Media Minded: No Photos Yes Cry (An Open Letter to Canon)

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Dear Canon,

I have a bone to pick with you. You know that part in the camera settings that says “Format”? I think it needs a name change. How about “This Will Eff Your Shizz Up”? What, too long? I’d settle for “No Touchy.”

And if by accident I do “touchy,” I’d like for the exit button to say something like “If You Push This Button Your Photos Will Be Gone Forever” instead of “OK.” Because pushing “OK” is definitely NOT OK. When I purposefully try to delete images off the camera you ask me “Are You Sure?” no less than three times but when I am about to unknowingly wipe my memory card clean there is no hesitation, no warning. What kind of crazy system is this? If I’m not touching the little trashcan icon, I clearly do not wish to delete anything.

I take that back. I’d like to delete the moment I pushed that fatal “OK” button. The moment which set off a series of events this evening that I can only define as frantic, desperate and in vain.

So I humbly suggest these subtle, more appropriate “Format” warnings:

  • Kiss Your Memories Goodbye, Sucker
  • ☠ ☠ ☠ ☠
  • Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
  • The End
  • Game Over

Sincerely,
Me

Written Word: Using Those Little Gray Cells

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David Suchet as Hercule Poirot

There was a summer I went through an Agatha Christie phase, and during this time I was rarely seen without a dog-eared tome with names such as “Murder on the Orient Express” and “They Do It With Mirrors.” The “it” in question being murder. What? Did you expect something more sexy than sinister? Then you’re not in the right frame of mind to solve crime. You have to have murder on the mind!

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Joan Hickson as Miss Marple

I read every single mystery at my local library, then when that collection proved inadequate I bought cheap paperbacks of others I tracked down. I became accustomed to the sleuthing ways of Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot. These books went down smooth as wine, so fast that I was fairly certain by summer’s end I had read all of her more than 80 novels. Eighty novels. That’s quite a body of work, one I can’t even hope to aspire to. The woman must’ve been writing in her sleep.

Then, the other day at the bookstore, it stuck out like a sore thumb: “Cat Among the Pigeons.” I zeroed in on it like a homing piegon. What was this?! Surely I hadn’t missed a book! Oh, but I did. And now I’m going to dive in, dust off my little gray cells and help Poirot find the one responsible for this heinous crime.

What about you, friends? Do you enjoy a good mystery?