Author: the owner

things i like looking at

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chairs
clocks
tables
dogs in cars
pretty food
russian posters
teak danish credenzas
lamps
symmetrical arrangements
stationary
people on the street
skirts and high heels combinations
flowers in vases
typography posters
striped stuff
circles
japanese monasteries
happy people
airplanes taking off and landing
traffic patterns
money from countries within which i am not currently residing
anything designed by eames
bright turquoise colored things
organized lists
charts
minimalistic book covers
bottles of alcohol
birds in flight
night streets after the rain
tim and our cats sleeping on the bed

i guess that makes tim a thing, but who’s against a little objectification around here?

consequenses

trying out a lifestyle – i’m going to do as much as i can right now, and tomorrow be damned.

examples:
working late. coming home, and relaxing for a bit instead of dropping into bed.
working on the weekend. still going out clubbing friday.
coming home from the clubbing and deciding that a glass of wine is deserved after a long week. despite the fact that there are 7 days of work non stop ahead.

smart? or stupid?

discuss.

some furniture

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so, browsing the moma website leads me to want this aluminum desk. how sleek is that? behind the sofa, plop the computer on it, add a shiny trash can and of course, this chair. which is just the awesomest chair ever. i even got to sit in one when we stopped by room & board. aaah.

but what’s really killing me is that apparently my head thinks that $185 is not too much for a tiny red wooden elephant.

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i love you, nelson swag leg armchair. one day, you all will be mine. ALL MINE.

love is paradise

there is this song that i heard a long time ago, made by “first base” and called “love is paradise”. the next line? “cause love multiplies”. seriously, they couldn’t find a better rhyme?

what’s sadder is that it took me at least 7 years to realize the stupidity of that line! i guess the beat is pretty good.

by margot

WOMAN’S LOVE POEM

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to “how big is my behind?”
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

MAN’S LOVE POEM

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and hunting. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

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