I am pretty sure The Best Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me (in a long time, anyway) just happened to me.
I went down to the vending machine to make my daily peanut butter cracker purchase. A pack of peanut butter crackers is the cheapest and most tasteless snack in the entire machine, and yet I buy them every. single. day. The great thing about this particular vending machine is that sometimes it gives you TWO of what you pay for. The terrible thing about this particular vending machine is that sometimes it gives you NONE of what you pay for.
Considering how awful the crackers are, however, this isn’t always the worst thing.
But today a wonderful thing happened! I clinked my sixty cents into the coin slot, punched in “56″ to indicate my pb cracker request, and out came
There is an unwritten rule in our studio that any food attained fo’ free must be shared with the group. We are all always hungry, and we are all always poor, so we have a silent agreement that our odd Cratchit Family propensities should be dulled by the salve of free food.
But did I mention Swedish Fish are my favorite candy? Did I? And that there were probably only enough of the little guys to give one tiny fish to each of my classmates? And that eating one–and only one–Swedish Fish probably requires more effort than benching, I dunno, a camel? No, no I did not mention these things, but I am now.
Which is why I hid my vending machine prize.
In my mouth.
So this is a post about music that I like. I read this one blog that posts playlists all the time that I usually suffer through because they are chock full of music that cool people listen to. I know that this music must be for cool people only because 1) I’ve never heard of any of the songs before, 2) it’s incredibly dark and moody and obscure in a way that makes you know that understanding each song should enrich your emotional education while also kind of depressing you, and 3) I don’t like any of it, and yet I find myself trying to stick it out so I can say that yes, yes I have in fact heard White Denim’s newest song.
But I usually only make it through about three songs before
My typical day is a caffeine-enabled state of semi-awake-ness riddled with cutting tiny pieces of cardboard, drawing ten million littletiny lines (I’m going blind), and swearing at my computer. So I listen to music that makes me happy and want to dance in my chair and totally crank. it. up.
Hey, you with the long nose! This one’s for you.
Now listen here for one second. Before you go typing all these songs into Grooveshark, just remember: you don’t have to like them. Like, just because I think they’re cool doesn’t mean that you liking or disliking the same music is going to make us like each other more. Like, you will probably only resent me if you try to like something you don’t just because I do. And I’ll probably know that you are lying because I’m annoyingly good at that. So you can listen to them if you want (heck, you can pick your nose if you want), but just don’t make this into a big deal. I feel like this is dangerous territory we’re entering, so I must repeat:
It’s just a list of songs.
That…I really hope you like.
When I was in college I got hooked on Honey Bunches of Oats with Strawberries in a pretty bad way.
While I was eating breakfast one day, I brazenly thought to myself
And then–suddenly–that one simple statement became a challenge in my head.
And I did. What can I say, I love a (weird) challenge.
So when some of my classmates suggested the other day that I didn’t have the guts to walk up to the bully-est kid in our class (he’s from Jersey…need I say more?) and KISS HIM ON THE FOREHEAD…well. I mean, I ate cereal for an entire week. I can do anything.
But I was a little nervous. I hear people from NJ like to fist pump. What if I got fist-pumped in the face?
But still I walked into class Monday morning with gusto. I was on a mission to kiss a Guido (takes one to know one). And then I was going to run away.
As I walked up to him, he turned towards me. Yes! This was going to be easier than I’d thought!
But then he said
They said I wouldn’t. And they were right.
Do you know why flamingos are pink? I do. It’s because of the algae they eat that’s got these compounds called carotenoids in them. (Carotene, by the way, is the compound involved in turning autumn leaves such a pretty reddish-orangeish color.)
(My gosh, I am making you so smart today!)
But anyway…talk about a case of “you are what you eat.”
While I don’t think I can attribute the faint pink tinge of my skin to algae consumption (or at least I hope I can’t), I have a fairly strong hypothesis for my own physical make-up. 70% water? I think not.
Can you smell it through your computer screen?
My studio is starting a number of projects in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, this semester. Our first visit was gloomy and grey, but what’s to come is shiny and bright! We’re pretty excited.
I also love this photo I got of my friend Sofia. It’s kind of a habit of architects to climb parking structures to get a good view, but the walls were so high at the top of this one that we had to get creative. I shimmied part-way up a lamppost, but Sofia was the only one brave enough to dangle her feet over the city height.
Thanks for hosting us, Messieurs Winston and Salem! We’ll be back before you know it.