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Oh well.

Have wasted an hour looking at fleece-lined flannel shirts and wool sweaters and wondering why I choose to live some place that hasn’t a proper winter. 

Ground breaking at CalArts, 1969. And to think, Valencia once looked like a nasty, dirty, weedy landscape. We sure got that mess whipped into shape. Hurrah expansion..?

You know what’s annoying? When you’ve spent your afternoon finishing up the last of your handwashing because you’re an idiot and figure “hey! handwashing is at least cheaper than dry cleaning so I won’t be annoyed about spending extra money sending this sweater/shirt/dress to the cleaner” only to then realize you’ll be equally annoyed having to waste the day cleaning that sweater/shirt/dress in your bathroom sink in your bi-annual handwash freakout, and you’ve finally got everything up on the line… and then a goddamn skunk decides to waddle his ass over and give your clothes a little squirt. That’s annoying.

You know what’s annoying? When you’ve spent your afternoon finishing up the last of your handwashing because you’re an idiot and figure “hey! handwashing is at least cheaper than dry cleaning so I won’t be annoyed about spending extra money sending this sweater/shirt/dress to the cleaner” only to then realize you’ll be equally annoyed having to waste the day cleaning that sweater/shirt/dress in your bathroom sink in your bi-annual handwash freakout, and you’ve finally got everything up on the line…

and then a goddamn skunk decides to waddle his ass over and give your clothes a little squirt.

That’s annoying.

Hey! Thats Rude!

Dear internet people,

What on earth is the deal with your constant chronicling of how you obtained, where you took, and things you did with your Celine bags????? There is a fine line between blogging about well designed items that are really pretty or really functional (form, function, etc.) and showing off how much money you waste.  And you are all crossing that line!  You went to the Celine store and bought it, or worse, went on the internet and bought it.  This is non-news, as they say.  You are not showing that you have style!  You are showing that you follow trends, and have more money than everyone else.  When I was in high school we called you a label whore and that was NOT a compliment.  Stop!  Its rude.  Your grandmother taught you better! 

Instead, try what Eveline did above.  She styled something!  And she looks hot!  And the bag isn’t even real.

Love,

A

See here, here (bottom of the post: “ps this is my 1000th post. I wanted to share something really special with you guys and this is truly something special. Thanks for reading and sharing it with me. I mean it more than I can say.”  COME ON.), and Number 1 offender: here

Silvio Berlusconi watched the recent economic volatility from his Sardinian villa. He is taking a seaside view of the crisis, says the Financial Times, noting that Italian economic policy is “in effect being dictated from outside as Italy becomes the latest front line in the battle to save the euro from the sovereign debt crisis.”

Chancellor Merkel is on vacation, taking a hiking holiday in Italy. Prime Minister Cameron? Also in Italy, where he not only failed to tip a waitress, but underpaid her.

Spain’s Prime Minister Zapatero interrupted his vacation, rushing back to Madrid last Thursday, but he’s already gone away for another 11 days. The politicians need their rest; a long crisis awaits.

Im not saying they don’t deserve a vacation, but how can they be surprised when this happens?

The Morning News

Has any president in American history left behind as much lasting damage as George W. Bush? In addition to two unfinished wars, he also set us on the path to our current financial mess. The Bush tax cuts, which turned a surplus into a growing deficit, have been disastrous. As James Fallows pointed out in a prescient 2005 article in The Atlantic predicting a meltdown, they reduced tax revenue to its lowest level as a share of the economy in the modern era.
Nocera, NYT (via magnificentruin)

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London is my city. I have lived there half my life and I lived in it the summer of the 7/7 bombings. The two weeks between that day and the failed attempt two weeks later was one of the most charged two weeks I have ever lived through. I witnessed a city that still knew the Stiff Upperlip of the Blitz. When taking the bus to school (the underground was closed) a man began to act strangely. Rather than panic everyone silently stood up and exited the bus at the next stop. A can verify that, after the failed bombings, as we walked nearly the entire length of the city, everyone was excessively calm. But to turn on itself like this is something that seemed long coming. From hoodies to the summer of “gangs of youths” randomly stoning people to death, London has been fucked up for some time now and anyone who is wondering where all this anger is coming from simply has been keeping their eyes shut and their fingers in their ears. I absolutely do not condone violence, at least beyond the initial level of getting a little attention to a discussion that has no forum. Fine, you smash a few windows, but then you sit the fuck down and you say “how is it that we’ve created a generation of young men whose only voice is that of a brick through a window?” This is fucked up and I am truly amazed at how little attention it’s getting stateside. London, city of cities, is burning. It is angry, it is disenfranchised, and it is tired of a capitalist class system whose faults it doesn’t even know how to begin addressing. And when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life.

London is my city. I have lived there half my life and I lived in it the summer of the 7/7 bombings. The two weeks between that day and the failed attempt two weeks later was one of the most charged two weeks I have ever lived through. I witnessed a city that still knew the Stiff Upperlip of the Blitz. When taking the bus to school (the underground was closed) a man began to act strangely. Rather than panic everyone silently stood up and exited the bus at the next stop. A can verify that, after the failed bombings, as we walked nearly the entire length of the city, everyone was excessively calm.

But to turn on itself like this is something that seemed long coming. From hoodies to the summer of “gangs of youths” randomly stoning people to death, London has been fucked up for some time now and anyone who is wondering where all this anger is coming from simply has been keeping their eyes shut and their fingers in their ears. I absolutely do not condone violence, at least beyond the initial level of getting a little attention to a discussion that has no forum. Fine, you smash a few windows, but then you sit the fuck down and you say “how is it that we’ve created a generation of young men whose only voice is that of a brick through a window?”

This is fucked up and I am truly amazed at how little attention it’s getting stateside. London, city of cities, is burning. It is angry, it is disenfranchised, and it is tired of a capitalist class system whose faults it doesn’t even know how to begin addressing. And when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life.

Hudson River Valley, come on home.

I have a deep and overwhelming desire to return to upstate New York. And the problem is that NY and LA are on opposite sides of the country and I want a bit of both.

A and I spent the morning/midday formulating our art collective that will be based somewhere between Newburgh and Hudson- our a yearly pipe dream that won’t go away. So now I’m wondering if I should just forget a regular job and run away to the other mountains. Not like the economy/job market is doing that well anyways.

Unrelated/related, does it make a little sense that this is the only man who has overtly flirted with me?