Friday, April 30, 2010

feeling green.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


Doing the Bi-monthly hard drive clean up and I came across a bit I wrote during a corporate rebrand stint. Its been nearly 2 years since that job and i am happy to say that i havent caved yet. please read, giggle, and enjoy it all the more knowing that its Thursday which in my definition is also Saturday, Tuesday, or any other glorious day, and i sit here unbound, no boss over my shoulder, no time card, no remorse.

Nov -28th 2008

"There are some days when i feel like if my head would explode it would feel so good, such a relief. Like how it feels after the dentist pulls that rotten tooth from your aching gums. I just cant look at anything, cant take in anymore visual stimulus. My cup is full. I cant focus, My eyes have reached there maximum ability to perform. Everytime i open a new window it makes my stomach turn like walking into a manila colored doctor's office, all eerie and sterile. All of the interfaces feel the same. blocky, contained, arial, vanilla. I start to loose track of reality. When nothing is appealing inside this 3 demential box i start to feel like nothing in life is appealing. from 9 to 5 this is life. This generation of pixels fabricates a reality that consumes you and your cube. Ironic how that cigarette break saves you, how somewhere between the 7th and the 3rd floor you start to come down, but in the end you may wind up with a hole in your throat, and wheres the relief in that?
There's nothing like the swift change of focus from the screen to the actual space you exist in, or on the rare occasion you get up with out looking first, and your complete lack of depth perception causes you to run into stationary objects. like say, a filling cabinet. That big red first aid kit thats shaped like a swiss cross next to the hot water is false advertisement. It can't save me. Every once in a while i meander over to it and poke around inside, like when you get up in the middle of the night and wander to the fridge that you know is empty, hoping that some how it magically filled itself up while you were sleeping. Its a nice computer in a nice office in a nice part of town with a nice salary. but sometimes....i just wish my head would explode.
When i was younger i always told myself that when I grew up i would never sit behind a desk all day. I have blatantly contradicted the ambitions of my young spirit. I'm in a bad sitcom...minus all the comical elements.
I have completely lost my ability to spell words. to form complete sentences. To control my facial muscles in a normal and polite manner. Even my spell check requires 3 trys to figure out what I'm trying to say. Its like i let some water seep into my openings and its caused a short circuit and hit me where it counts...the motherboard. All affiliated operations have gone haywire. and guess what. I forgot to turn on the backup drive.

ctrl + alt + delete

(no im not wokring on a PC)"

photo via

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

becca mann

these are goddam unbelievable

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Just Watch

breathtaking, beautiful. must must must watch

Saturday, April 17, 2010


umm yeah. i try to not make money a priority in my life..but, I WANT THIS STUFF! REAL BAD!

Produce this.

Kari Pearson, producer, photographer, and sweetheart. I had the pleasure of spending a few hectic hours taking care of business at a casting for the old nin-10-to-the-O. What a precious encounter it was. i took a look at her photos the fallowing day and my eyes would have been 5 times sader had they not seen them . Thanks Kari, go girl.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

I could cry.

Shadowplay Jewelry. I love a great accessory as much as the next visual minded individual but never have i been so moved by a piece that i nearly shed a tear. I cant get enough of these images and these beautifully crafted pieces. When i say "right up my alley" i mean these bad boys knocked down every single pin.

read more about why i love shadowplay jewelry:

Taking inspiration from oceanic aragonite
structures, planetary space, crystal formations,
spiderwebs, and the concept of making the
abstractly invisible visible, Shadowplay embodies
the spirit of all things mystical.

With the desire to create beautiful,
one of a kind, hand-crafted pieces with
consciousness to materials and their
origin in mind, Heather set out to find
the best suited materials for her necklaces.
This led to sourcing organic + naturally dyed
yarns + Crystallized Swarovski Elements
+ Certified Fair Trade black silver closures.

Each necklace remains true to its shape,
but with a lightness that is found in
modern clothing, these amorphous
pieces take their own form and gesture
through their lifespan.

A native of Miami, Heather Goldberg
ventured across the country to study
fashion design and art history in
Los Angeles,California, receiving her
BFA from Otis School of Art and Design
in 2009. Between time in school, she
interned with the fashion design collective
Threeasfour in New York and with the Los
Angeles based label Band of Outsiders.
Heather lives and works from her studio
in Los Angeles.

Alexander Binder

mystery man


Ive Seen Through Uncountable Landscapes


Sea Letters




Sea Turtle X-rays
Tamil Refugees in Australia


Marginal Brazil

Octopus boy


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We are looking for your suggestions, stories, pictures and videos.

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I did it, they indeed posted my submission online (i havent gotten the printed issue yet). I submitted under my pen name in honor of the only other person i know who loves the sea as much as i do Lana Michelson, the first person to coin the phrase "goodmorning human" and sear it into my schema forever.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I like toys.

so do these guys. DUCOBI