every time I hear

"Bang Bang," by K'Naan featuring Adame Levine (from Maroon 5), I think of sitting in that vaugely pink-hued hotel waiting room outside Venice, waiting for the receptionist to finish entering the information from my passport. They were playing what appeared to be Italian MTV on the TV in the corner, and that song came on.

This makes me happy.

a note to myself

Probably it's noticeable that I use this blog as much to keep notes for myself when I find something cool as a broadcasting device.

So, a note to myself: OK Go remains cool, several years after the infamous treadmill video. More evidence of coolness.

On the theme of videos. I watched this one without sound. At first I thought the guy was wearing a tan colored trench coat; when the camera zoomed in more I could identify his uniform and felt kind of weepy.

progress toward sanity

Well, that might be a bit of an optimistic overstatement, but let's just keep hoping for now.

It is 80 degrees outside, and it it nearly 10 PM. I am awed.

Two things:

One. I discovered the swiss miss design blog this weekend. I'm pretty far behind the curve for awesome design blogs, but it pretty much rocks my socks off.

Two. I have this one friend. He is kind of an ass. Sometimes I read things he posts on my (and other people's) Facebook wall and I think, How do ass genes like his get perpetuated in the general population? You would think that such genes would be bad for survival, since they encourage people to punch you in the face and do other things to you that have poor effects on your health.

Then I listen to the recordings he has posted of himself playing guitar and I think, Ah. Yes. This is how.

Moral of story: The arts were invented by jerkwads who otherwise could not reproduce. (Maybe.)

Perhaps unsurprisingly, he has also has really good taste in music. Woot.

Tokyo, by +joanjimenez

This video makes me really happy. I feel like it might be dreadfully boring if you haven't been to Tokyo, but if you have, you recognize those streets, those buildings, those vending machines.

(sorry, have not figured out how to embed video content yet. . .)

life as a space cadet

Shades of last term: Wandering the Internet, the sky dark through the hints of glass on the fourth floor in the main buildings, the windows and skylights reflecting the light of monitors and fluorescent fixtures back down on the startling number of students who are far from their beds at 1:00 AM on a Monday morning.

But they are doing their own work, and I am merely printing a poster for the Shakespeare Ensemble (which I am not technically involved in anymore, but given that 50% of Fenway still is, I decided to be friendly.) There is something weirdly liberating about being out at 1 AM when you don't have to be, as opposed to being out at 1 AM because you have work left to do. Last term I pretty much felt. . . trapped, every time I walked into studio. Staying up into the small hours of the night working is made that much more desolate when you are a mile from home.