*winces*
I’d like to stave off writer’s block. So. Ask me anything.
Nick’s new status message – http://vimeo.com/9194146 Nick: you need to check the link i just posted me: why doesn’t that lady have a nose? Nick: fuck if i know me: that’s the only thing i can think about is her nose in the salsa now? nose salsa Nick: yes, lindsey, her nose is in the salsa me: nobody nose salsa like frito lay Nick: see, you could work at an ad agency design ads and…
I don’t have the album yet but I pine for it, especially after reading this. “Baby Birch” is more than nine minutes long but you’ve got to give it some time, be patient, and let it be. It’s gorgeous.
My pal Ashley gave me a box of BeanBoozled Jelly Bellys at Christmas and I finally put them to good use. Good use, of course, being watching my family writhe in anguish as they deciphered chocolate pudding vs. canned dog food, licorice vs. skunk, barf vs. fresh peach. We had an absolute ball. I took some really long, unedited, shaky video. Enjoy, if fun is your thing. Family vs. Jelly Bean from Lindsey Turner on…
I probably need to stop talking about work on my blog. I know. But work is basically all I do, and my identity as a journalist (albeit a lowly visual journalist, heh heh) is central to who I am. These questions of fairness and semantics and editing and community interaction are worth talking about. I don’t think journalists talk enough about why we make the decisions we make, or what happens when the people in…
That sound you hear is this week sucking the life out of me. It’s been … not great. Apparently my karmic retribution for being in a horrible mood midweek was to turn the tail end of the week into my own private failfest at work. I got called on the carpet for my participation in this conversation, and I can’t say I don’t see why. I’m an asshole! I don’t mince words! I speak to…
Got a real “fuck the world” current running through the noggin tonight. This horrible mood is a hog and damn near everyone and everything around me has been slopping it lately: Little chunks and pieces of shit that conspire to send me over the edge. No one’s any different than they were the day before; I just managed to let the ol’ hog stall, so to speak, stink up the place. It’ll run its course…
Details will be posted here as they’re set. (illustration by the talented Jamie Sanford)
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