I am a modern minimalist trapped in a sentimentalist body. In the words of others, I like to keep everything in an "organized clutter". I get my orderly, organizational skills from my mom. [I get my love for music + artistic abilities from my dad.] I have a lot of stuff so being organized + putting everything in its right place seems to come to me naturally.
If something in my room or on my desk was moved, then I would immediately notice. My workmates have dubbed my desk after the Conan O'brien German game show skit "Stackenblocken". They would joke + say everything on my desk was placed at 90° angles [not true], which would help me easily win at Stackenblocken.
MOI / OMG, I have a funny story based on that! When I was in the car, I dropped a mini Mr. Goodbar under the seat + was really struggling to get it. But, just as I could feel where it was, I couldn't fit my hand all the way under. That's when I started saying aloud, "Baby RUTH! RUTH!" to J.
BRO / Thats so freakin funny! The baby ruth story. HAHAHAH! Now i want chocolate.
At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.
Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
Put your garbage can on your desk and label it 'in.'
Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
In the memo field of all your checks, write 'for services rendered.'
Finish all your sentences with 'in accordance with prophecy.'
Don t use any punctuation
As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
Order a diet water whenever you go out to eat...use a serious face.
Specify that your drive-through order is 'to go.' have them repeat it back to you.
Sing along at the opera.
Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.
Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, rock bottom.
When the money comes out of the atm, scream 'i won!, i won!'
When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling, 'run for your lives, they're loose!!'
Tell your children over dinner. 'due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go.'
Whenever your boss asks you to do something, say, "yes, master." fold your arms together like barbara eden on "i dream of jeanie" and bob your head to make it happen.
Ahoy everyone! Today be th' day t' be nice t' yer fellow pirates o' th' world. Come join us as we become one wit' th' laughin', pilferin' blokes in yer special neck o' th' woods.
This is my journal. I am a full-time interactive designer + freelance photographer with immense love + respect for art, travel, food, technology, + music. Back in 2000, when I first began writing my musings online the content was solely based on my life experiences. Over the years I've meandered from writing on the introspective side + found myself expressing various thoughts, ideas, + interests through photography-inspired posts with little to no narrative. Though, when I tend to think aloud I share them on Twitter. The entry style may have changed, but this site still serves as my chronological journal of random occurrences, introspective or not.
I love{ sketching, design, photography, good typography, XHTML, CSS, constant education, staying current, being with the mister, family, preserving social ties, respect, islands, all things music, plucking guitar strings, sushi, henna mehndi art, photo booths, house hunting, Zumba dance, Body Pump, video games, road trips, rice, spicy food, nature wandering }