Harry Poster

What can I say, I like music kitsch. This is one of my most prized possessions obtained while my childhood friend's mother was cleaning out her gift wrapping supplies way back in the year 2000. She was like "eeeew, what is this ugly wrapping paper this is getting thrown out." I interjected out of sheer curiosity decided before she crumpled up this rolled up oddly faded deep seafoamy-colored paper, I needed to see what kind of ugly pattern wrapping paper she had (I've been fascinated with patterns since as far back as I can remember).

Alas! It was not wrapping paper Mrs. Gorgone, this is Ms. Harry from Blondie! Looking perplexed she adhered to my youthful excitement and kindly offered the 21 year old poster to me.

Eleven years and one refurbishing process later; I am proud to announce Ms. Harry will soon be hanging from my tall bedroom wall (once I figure out how to tack it to the crumbling plaster)!

Ground chuck with love and onions

I heart malm

I've been a bit of an ikea posterchild lately. It's great: I have the illusion of having decent furniture and I get to put it together (which generally keeps me mentally and physically entertained for 90 minutes). I think I'm done with ikea for a long time because I just did some arithmetic to see how much I've spent at ikea the past 4 months and I threw up a little in my mouth. A whole weeks pay! Yikes. I'm quitting ikea until I need some new sheets or something like a früge. What is a früge anyway?

We are golden

Early winter work sunset

oh Hi it's 2011

I recently got yelled at for not posting anything new or anything with substance. Honestly I totally forgot about this thing until i was on the subway the other day and realized commuting to work on public transportation is funny, dangerous, warm, smelly, adventurous, and overall (my favorite) the BEST people watching imaginable.  That is when I realized FUCK! I need to write this stuff down!

So I know craigslist already has their "rants and rages" and "missed encounters," but I notice it lacks effort and style.  I'm not saying i'm stylish or an overachiever, but i do have the capacity to see the aesthetic, heart-warming, prolific, or artistic capabilites of city randomness such as world's most dysfuntional bus line, Lunch Dates, Rorschach bloodspot/backsweat (i'll explain at another time), scary dollface window displays, and basement divebars that smell like RockOfLove bus. There's so much media potential, i have to be honest, i've been suffering with sensory overload like a 10-year old Austistic child.

Resolution for the new year? No.  I'm just finally getting the time to share the glorious adventures of city dwelling. And I unfortunately have to limit the content to dwelling, I can no longer share amazing stories of the workplace due to the annoyingly confidential aspect of working in one of the largest hospitals in the world. Sorry no more work comics, work crafts or work photos other than city skylines and the occasional scary biohazard/explosive signs. Oh the price you pay for being happy at your job. Honestly best carreer decision ever.


In conclusion, happy new year and let me give you something serious to ponder: