Friday, June 22, 2012

Soundtrack: Warrior

Kimbra, A-Trak, and Mark Foster bring us fresh beats in Warrior (a macho libre heavy track for Converse) Fantastic.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The 3C's Disease

Here’s a reblog from Warn your friends and families about the 3C’s disease!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Soundtrack for the Grind

Here’s a somewhat oldie, but a solid goodie to keep you fresh while you work the daily grind. [Metric- Gimme Sympathy]

p.s. Started a Tumblrrrrr --> which will be mirroring this blog :3

Friday, April 20, 2012


If your all zoned out from writing (required or otherwise) take a gander at this. Here is an invitational hosted by the Washington Post. A list of "Worst Analogies Ever Written in a High School Essay Contest" 

19 amusing analogies!

He Spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. Joseph Romm, Washington.

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again. Richard Murphy, Fairfax Station.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. Russel Beland, Springfield.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup. Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie surreal quality like when you're on vacation in another city and "jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30 Roy Ashley, Washington.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. Chuck Smith, Woodbridge.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center. Russel Beland, Springfield.

Bob was a perplexed as a hacker who means to access T;\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ ch@ung by mistake. Ken Krattenmaker, Landovers Hills.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. Unknown.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. Jack Bross, Chevy Chase.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring.

Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man." Russel Beland, Springfield.

Long separtated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.  Jennifer Hart, Arlington.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can. Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with pickets fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.  Paul Kocak, Syracuse, N.Y.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. Russell Beland, Springfield.

The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.  Chuck Smith, Woodbridge.

The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon. Unknown.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Girl Crush: Kristen Chenoweth

Kristen Chenoweth is pretty awesome, a compact 4' 11'' ball of awesome. You might know her as Galinda the good from Wicked, or maybe Olive Snook from Pushing Daisies, but I bet you haven't seen these gems. She makes fun of Twilight (!!!) and makes Hamburger Helper jokes. :3 It's hard not to love a girl, who gushed about Sonic's slushies on Conan.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

My Life According to Instagram

I have a moderate backlog of Instagram photos (you can find the full spectrum on my pinterest), so today here's some of my 'life according to instagram' around the holiday time. Starting from the top left hand corner clockwise:
1. Watering the Cobblestones (Causeway Bay)
2. Figero (Yuen Long)
3. Convienently Collapsible (Lamma/Central Ferry)
4. Harbor Crossing (Cross Harbor Tunnel from Tsim Sa Tsui)
5. Mmm. Pens (Quips, Olympic City)
6. Tunnel-Vision (Aberdeen Underground Walkway)

Saturday, March 24, 2012

For the Hypochondriacs

Feelin' like a zombie these last few days, which means I've become a recluse and my hypochondriac side is making an appearance.

Here's a video from Lenka (Album: Two) about love where she sings about your heart skipping a beat. Oooof. That won't help your paranoid sides, but it sure is catchy.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Thrifty Magic

If you haven't discovered the magic of thrift-ing, I think you should start.

It requires digging into 40% uninteresting things all of which are 100% not clean to questionable levels, but there are some amazing things in the heaps of stuff that only look  like trash. (just think of your attic at home)

On my way home from work I stopped by the Lamma animal shelter which doubles as a thrift store and took a look. I was kinda tired, and not really in the mood to dig and was on my out, when a dark frame caught my eye. So I stopped and took a second look. Two detailed old style lithograph prints (I mean prints of the original print) in heavy wood and glass frames. Dusty to be sure, so I asked how much there were. Friends, a mere 20 HKD (a little under 3 USD) per frame in it's entirety, art included!

You be the judge, was it worth it?

Personally I think the glass is worth more than that alone. The best part of thrifting is that most of things you find are older, which might mean more repairs, or stains, probably a small chip, something you'll definately have to clean and air out.

Or it could mean things they no longer make that you've been searching for, something the previous owner couldn't appreciate like you can, maybe a more unique piece to hang on your wall than the mass production at Pier One. Or something out of your price range at anthro (p.s. they thrift to get some things in their store too).

Give thrifting a try! Books, art, belts, cameras, furniture at architectural salvage shops, dishes, that can stand the test of years, sometimes decades, can make your home beautiful and unique at a sweet price, while recycling on top of it all.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Hexagon Lurv.

I love hexagons.

I'm not sure why, or how it came about, but in my book hexagons are pretty fantastic. The symetrical, pleasantly shaped polygons are structured, crisp and tessalate fantastically. It's no wonder artists choose it in pretty much any medium.

Recently a friend led me to a quilt pattern on Ravelry called the beekeepers quilt. and I was soon swoonin'. Quick as a flash I downloaded that impossibly cheap pattern [$5.50 wuuut?] and knitt myself some hexipuffs. Their as good as you, or perhaps only I, imagined. And they were easy enough, even for a beginner level knitter such as myself. All you need to know is how to cast on, increase, decrease, and Stephanie (tiny owl knits) shows you the rest with helpful pictures.

Sadly, a somewhat dismaying point is that I need about 800 to make a queen sized quilt. Aaand I'm at number 22, so to stay motivated there will be intermittent posts about hexagons. Ones made of yarn or perhaps not; it may even turn into a blatant appeal to convert the masses to why hexigons are so lovely and perfect.

Here's my progress instagram style.
P.S. Zohmg.