...because this blog is retired. BUT I will retire in a Jay Z fashion (i.e. I could come back swinging).
I need some time away from this banana.
Thanks for reading.
xo
- A
12.10.10
11.10.10
Cup (ancestors talk)
Bored to tears? -- yes, cry over wasted time. You have my handle, so hurry up and hold it.
10.10.10
5.10.10
"But the image of Gino Vanelli, sex symbol, has created obstacles for Gino Vanelli, singer-composer"
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| http://gin |
I don't know what I like better... the implied distress of being too sexy, or the surreptitious inclusion of "tripod" in the URL. Above all, I am in love with the expression "toss my torso".
4.10.10
The hope chest (SPAM)
I took a look at what was in my spam folder today. What I observed was a concentrated visual of data dissemination at its best, toying with our hopes, aspirations and emotional weaknesses - i.e. "feeling depressed?" "Someone wants you", "Your cheque is in the mail", "work less, earn more", etc.
Though these annoying and often virus-carrying email blasts are a large result of automated data aggregation, you know that there was some human behind that programming. The human that wrote that subject line that might elicit an emotional response, and a curiosity/ hope that makes some girl/guy click on the email "You have won! Collect $500". But this is not monopoly. And we all know you can't really collect.
Regardless, it is oddly comforting to me that a human is still behind these "dick enhancement"-class emails. Play on to our weaknesses, dear programmer. Only when these subject lines are coded by an automaton, will I begin to worry.
Though these annoying and often virus-carrying email blasts are a large result of automated data aggregation, you know that there was some human behind that programming. The human that wrote that subject line that might elicit an emotional response, and a curiosity/ hope that makes some girl/guy click on the email "You have won! Collect $500". But this is not monopoly. And we all know you can't really collect.
Regardless, it is oddly comforting to me that a human is still behind these "dick enhancement"-class emails. Play on to our weaknesses, dear programmer. Only when these subject lines are coded by an automaton, will I begin to worry.
1.10.10
Thoughts sprung from a Starbucks
I really want to write, but I feel conflicted right now. I am in a Starbucks, punching away at a MAC and submitting some fiction - I am so cliche I might was well announce to the world that I'm working on my novel... oh wait I am. This cliche is literally killing me.
And I MEAN literally - this coffee is murder. Who thinks Grande Milds start slowly tasting like poison? The milk is clouding, separating from the brew - is that supposed to happen? Bubbles form around the edge (common place) but how come the steam is rising leftwards? There is no breeze - remember I am in a Starbucks... composing mediocre prose to the tune of predictable smooth jazz and easy listening for the over 30s.
No no... I won't let myself write here. I'll probably start writing a romance novel that begins with... "Gemma was a burgeoning writer at a big New York rag. She was unlucky in relationships, and had a very independent mind... she didn't need a man... at least, she thought she didn't..." etc.
And I MEAN literally - this coffee is murder. Who thinks Grande Milds start slowly tasting like poison? The milk is clouding, separating from the brew - is that supposed to happen? Bubbles form around the edge (common place) but how come the steam is rising leftwards? There is no breeze - remember I am in a Starbucks... composing mediocre prose to the tune of predictable smooth jazz and easy listening for the over 30s.
No no... I won't let myself write here. I'll probably start writing a romance novel that begins with... "Gemma was a burgeoning writer at a big New York rag. She was unlucky in relationships, and had a very independent mind... she didn't need a man... at least, she thought she didn't..." etc.
30.9.10
24.9.10
The nest that is the hair that you have when you do a lot of writing and admin work in a single hour
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| curly, scary, in-a-hurry hair. |
23.9.10
21.9.10
16.9.10
Liner Notes Promo Poster
Check er out! Now all Ryan and I have to do is get our shit together!
Curious? If you want to find out more about Liner Notes, email me andrea.m.grassi@gmail.com
8.9.10
Is this what happens to you when you age?
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| Do you forgo all colour choices and just (albeit unknowingly) opt for a slightly less repulsive shade of puke green? I already have a pretty monochromatic wardrobe, so I guess I'm screwed. However this meditation on age could be an overgeneralized attempt to understand the aging population -- as these two (for instance) could have just been strolling out of an intense church band practice. |
31.8.10
Those Damn Parisians
This is what I stumbled upon while walking to work this morning. I would like to know how this whole baguette came to dwell curbside. A latenight carb attack, defeated? Some comment on the ironic eco-friendliness of littering with bread? The wreckless littering of a person who had just discovered they had celiac?
Curious.
Curious.
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| Whole baguette found on the streets. Untouched? |
24.8.10
I want to write something about this house
This is a house that is going under construction right by my work. Looks like there is a story there.
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| Can't you just picture a little ghost somewhere in there? |
20.8.10
STICKY TACK
Stick tack, notebook, choice highlighter, post-it tabs, sharpie...art.
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| Girl in blue canoe, riding a stream of creativity. |
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