What are the last three things you purchased?
Grey Wilfred Sweater * Red Blackberry Pearl Cell Phone (I'm still trying to figure out how to use it!) * WEN Sweet Almond Mint Cleansing Shampoo
What are the last three songs you downloaded?
Two Hours Traffic - Hero's of the Sidewalk * Parachute - Sean Lennon * Luvstory - Sigur Ros
What were the last three places you visited?
Whistler * L.A. * Oregon
What are your three favorite movies?
A lot like Love * Into the Wild * The Darjeeling Limited
What are your three favorite possessions?
My Kitty Cookie * Antique Perfume bottle from my Grandma * Camera
What three things can you not live without?
Food * Love * Goals
What would be your three wishes?
Unlimited amount of money * travel the world * be a famous photographer
What are three things you haven't done yet?
Backpacked Europe * Get a pet dog * Taken Photography classes
What are your three favourite dishes?
Fish and Chips with lots of Malt Vinegar * Grilled Chicken on Ciabatta Bun with avacado, fig jam, melty brie cheese, baked pear, and lettuce mmmmmmmmmm.... * Thanksgiving turkey dinner with my mom's hazelnut stuffing, mashed potatoes, yams, gravy, and lots of cranberry sauce!
What three celebrities do you want to hang out with the most?
John Mayer * Ben Gibbard * Emile Hirsch
Name three things that freak you out
Unnecessary Aggression * Sharks * Heights * Giant Moths
Name three unusual things you are good at
Making Balloon Animals * Giving Advice * Getting Bruises
What are three things that you are coveting?
Digital SLR Camera * Traveling * New Music
9.07.2008
8.13.2008
8.05.2008
Anthropologie
8.02.2008
7.28.2008
41 Questions 1 Personality
Personality type:
Quietly forceful, original and sensitive. Tend to stick to things until they are done. Extremely intuitive about people and concerned for their feelings. Well-developed value systems which they strictly adhere to. Well-respected for their perserverence in doing the right thing. Likely to be individualistic, rather than leading or following.
Careers that could fit include:
Counselors, clergy, missionaries, teachers, medical doctors, dentists, chiropractors, psychologists, psychiatrists, writers, musicians, artists, psychics, photographers, child care workers, education consultants, librarians, marketeers, scientists, social workers.
Quietly forceful, original and sensitive. Tend to stick to things until they are done. Extremely intuitive about people and concerned for their feelings. Well-developed value systems which they strictly adhere to. Well-respected for their perserverence in doing the right thing. Likely to be individualistic, rather than leading or following.
Careers that could fit include:
Counselors, clergy, missionaries, teachers, medical doctors, dentists, chiropractors, psychologists, psychiatrists, writers, musicians, artists, psychics, photographers, child care workers, education consultants, librarians, marketeers, scientists, social workers.
7.27.2008
7.26.2008
Kozyndan
Kozyndan is the joint pseudonym of Los Angeles-based husband-and-wife illustrator team Kozue and Dan Kitchens, known in particular for their whimsical and occasionally absurd illustrations of modern cityscapes. I love all of their unique artwork! Pictured above The Great Wave, Takondanababa on Acid, and Pacific Drift.
7.24.2008
I've been thinking about something lately
Imagine this:
You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.
Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.
Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.
Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?
Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?
(Working on it...)
-John Mayer
You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.
Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.
Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.
Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?
Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?
(Working on it...)
-John Mayer
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