1. This morning I walked into my art director's office. He was playing 1901 by Phoenix on his computer.
2. Later I overheard some co-workers having a conversation. One mentioned how she's seeing Phoenix play at SummerStage this weekend. I jumped in and told her that they're playing tonight in Soho for free.
3. My friend from AZ and I emailed each other in the afternoon. It was about my visit to see her- which will be a direct flight from JFK to Phoenix.
4. Walked to the Apple Store after work to see them perform their Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix album. It was spectacular.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Always Sunny
Having a Benny and Joon kind of night. =)
We'll be off to see The Nightman Cometh in about 19 hours! Always Sunny in Philadelphia is genius. I am so excited! I'm trying to convince Patrick to be the Green Man for Halloween, then I can be the troll (Danny DeVito) from their musical. But I figured that if I wanted to be a troll, I might as well be Penguin from Batman Returns. It will be an amazing challenge!
We'll be off to see The Nightman Cometh in about 19 hours! Always Sunny in Philadelphia is genius. I am so excited! I'm trying to convince Patrick to be the Green Man for Halloween, then I can be the troll (Danny DeVito) from their musical. But I figured that if I wanted to be a troll, I might as well be Penguin from Batman Returns. It will be an amazing challenge!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunrise with Chet Baker
I just ran downstairs to grab a few snacks and fill a huge mug up of green tea. I plan to stay up until morning with a mix of Ira Glass, Chet Baker and Adobe Illustrator. I'm going to hold out until 10pm to straighten out my sleep pattern.
Random Notes:
1. Malvin Vien from Project Runway did not deserve to go home!
2. Monsters of Folk is a bit overhyped. But I will give it another shot once the album is released.
3. Soup is fogging up my glasses.
4. Birds are chirping hello.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
This is why you're my boyfriend.
June 25th text messaging:
Him: Rooster's in the perch. Watching and waiting. Over and out...
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
a bit on Al, a bit on George
So I suddenly had the urge to listen to Let's Stay Together. Naturally, I searched for it in my playlist and guess what I just found out. I don't even have the song! WHAAT?!!?
Anyway, I realized it's because I hear the song so much in the outside world. It never dawned! It's always playing wherever I go. While I'm shopping, through other people's headphones on the subway, or simply on the radio. Plus, Pat is always singing the song to me in falsetto, haha.
Otherwise known as George the Great.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Home
Earlier this afternoon I overheard my mother talking to people outside. When I peeked out, I saw her talking to 3 middle-aged strangers (siblings I found out later- 2 sisters and 1 brother). It turned out that they had lived in our house decades ago (1953-1981), way before we moved here in 1992. They decided to come back and check out their childhood town.
First thing the siblings did was visit Jake and Joan. They are the old couple that reside in the house next door to us, otherwise known as the piano house (because of its black and white striped pattern). Jake and Joan are the friendliest people ever. They used to give us a whole bunch of fruits and vegetables they had planted in the yard. Every Christmas, they will ring our doorbell and give us little gifts. I remember going to them asking about ideas for my science fair project (it was due the next day). Jake invited me over on the day I started high school so that he can take a Polaroid and hang it next to the pictures of his children and grandchild. I see them less and less now. Jake is moving slower and Joan is looking more and more fragile. But nonetheless they are still just as loving and sweet to everyone. Just last week I saw them taking a walk while holding hands.
My mom came home just as the siblings were standing outside and observing our house. She ended up giving them a tour in the house and backyard. The brother found little handprints he left in the cement when he was a kid. The porch was built by their father. The doors of the key shelf inside the house was also built by their father (both of their parents already passed away). They were all mixed up with nostalgia and excitement. It was pretty amazing seeing this. When they left, they said "Thank you so much, this meant a lot to us. I hope your family are just as happy as we were when we lived here."
It makes me kind of sad. I guess the thought of someone else living here before me never really occurred. We moved in here when I was 5 and my room has always been known as my property. I thought it was funny that our family also have two daughters and one son, like theirs. It's cute imagining a jumble of little legs running down the stairs or kids chatting on the stoop with cups of lemonade in their hands. I wonder if they also had a pet.
Anyway, a house isn't really a house unless it's made a home. Just like how happiness isn't real unless shared. Today made me really thankful of all the good people I know. And I'm glad to have my friends and family to share my life with.
First thing the siblings did was visit Jake and Joan. They are the old couple that reside in the house next door to us, otherwise known as the piano house (because of its black and white striped pattern). Jake and Joan are the friendliest people ever. They used to give us a whole bunch of fruits and vegetables they had planted in the yard. Every Christmas, they will ring our doorbell and give us little gifts. I remember going to them asking about ideas for my science fair project (it was due the next day). Jake invited me over on the day I started high school so that he can take a Polaroid and hang it next to the pictures of his children and grandchild. I see them less and less now. Jake is moving slower and Joan is looking more and more fragile. But nonetheless they are still just as loving and sweet to everyone. Just last week I saw them taking a walk while holding hands.
My mom came home just as the siblings were standing outside and observing our house. She ended up giving them a tour in the house and backyard. The brother found little handprints he left in the cement when he was a kid. The porch was built by their father. The doors of the key shelf inside the house was also built by their father (both of their parents already passed away). They were all mixed up with nostalgia and excitement. It was pretty amazing seeing this. When they left, they said "Thank you so much, this meant a lot to us. I hope your family are just as happy as we were when we lived here."
It makes me kind of sad. I guess the thought of someone else living here before me never really occurred. We moved in here when I was 5 and my room has always been known as my property. I thought it was funny that our family also have two daughters and one son, like theirs. It's cute imagining a jumble of little legs running down the stairs or kids chatting on the stoop with cups of lemonade in their hands. I wonder if they also had a pet.
Anyway, a house isn't really a house unless it's made a home. Just like how happiness isn't real unless shared. Today made me really thankful of all the good people I know. And I'm glad to have my friends and family to share my life with.
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