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Santa explitives

As Henry and I were walking to Coldstone to get ice creamy goodness one of those guys on a horse-drawn carriage rode by. That wouldn't normally be call for a blog post, but in this case, the man (who looked very much like Santa) was screaming "eat shit and die" as well as other things as he rode slowly down the street in the lovely early-1900's-style carriage. A block later I caught another "go fuck yourself" and then he rode off into the sunset.

Soy sauce man

I passed a homeless man this morning who had surely covered up his body odor with soy sauce.

I miss blogging

I used to blog. Actually, that wasn't too long ago.

Too busy

I am waaaaaay too busy right now - I can't wait to finish all of the lingering side-projects! Then I can spend all my free time blogging :-)

Rock Band at Henry's

Last night marked the inaugural run of Henry's new geeked-out Rock Band setup. Rock Band might be just a video game for some of you, but to Henry (and maybe to me) it's much more.

A smoke machine and stage lights that automatically reacted to the music added to the already over-the-top experience of simulated hard rockery. Also, that smoke machine made my eyes burn!

older than she looks

on Saturday heard a 10 year-old (she looked that old) use the phrase "...when I was growing up..."

C-TRL desk

Another week, another studio, another desk. Here's where I work when I'm at C-TRL, which is moving in a week from this Manhattan office to a Brooklyn one.

I'm working off of my new laptop here, trying to buck the trend of working on Macs or machines that aren't set up in such a cushy way as the ones I set up.

The painting was such a good idea...

So, apparently it was so loved by all, they're painting the elevator floor again tonight.

because cleaning the floor would be a waste of time, let's paint it!

I found out yesterday that the brushed metal elevator floor will be painted in the building I'm working in.

What?

Sure enough, they painted the floor of the elevator... white. That should stay clean and bright for a long long time, right? Here it is a day after they painted it:

Unorthodox furniture

This looks like fun to sit/lay down in:

This looks like it would be angry if you sat in it:

(both chairs found on WebUrbanist)

Now that robots can dance...

Now that robots can dance we have to ask ourselves an important question - what do they get out of it? I, personally don't think the following robot is actually dancing; I think it's looking for a mate:

(found via Botjunkie)

desks I have known

I'm going to start chronicling the desks that I work at. Since I freelance, I get to sit in a lot of different places, and maybe this is interesting to someone...

my desk at home (11th street) - note the feeling of being crammed into a corner with a lot of heat generating machinery

my desk at Syrup Studio (Tribecca) - only worked here one day, but I'm a big fan of the windows - this really isn't how every studio is

my desk at Element Studio (Herald Square) - great windows there (seriously, they're not always this great) and occasionally the view of sunbathing women on the deck of the apartments across the street - oh, and occasionally a guy who walks around his apartment naked in the middle of the day

I'm including this photo of my bed (still 11th street) because I was working on a project for Powerade when I took this, so technically, this was one of my workspaces

two views from my desk at Spike TV (Columbus Circle) - the view was amazing from the window. I could see Columbus Circle and Central Park; it could be the best view I'll ever have

going back even further, here's two photos of the "studio" that Ron and I set up in my apartment, or rather in my bedroom of my apartment on Boerum street

Now I'm going back the furthest I could find to a workspace that maybe should be forgotten. This is from the time right after I graduated from college and I was filling my room at my parents' house with computers, mostly half-built.

That's it for now - I think I might be able to find a desk I worked at from even further back, but I'm probably going to have to scan that in...

prank matures at 48 years

It's so telling of our society that something meaningless becomes momentous if it's been around long enough. I suppose that happens to friendships and religions, so why not water fountains?

“I'm a little embarrassed to be here under these circumstances,” Hager
told a crowd of people who had come to see the prank revealed. “But it
looks like you're going to have a water fountain again.” -Dick Hager

Oh, and this is my third water-related post in a row - I must be thirsty.

People sure do like water

The Boston Globe online (boston.com) just posted a great series of photos of people around the world beating the heat this summer:

If you can't stop spilling things

If you're like me, you find it difficult not to throw your expensive electronics (phone, laptop, robot) into swimming pools. Or maybe you just want to be able to keep your cell phone in your mouth? Well, you're in luck (soon):