Lovelies

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Ben

Ben, originally uploaded by Rocketships, Jellyfish.

yes, flickr posts already. someone is avoiding real work.

FIVE

count 'em, five. new photo albums up on my picasa. all pictures taken with my baby (D80).
picture include: apartment antics, steph's birthday bbq, impromptu roomie portraits, and recording studio and rooftop pictures taken today of claire's friend ben's band, Satellite Heights, in Brooklyn.

check them out! nicer flickr edits to come soon.

From Hanging

From Hanging

From Hanging

From Satellite Heights- On the Roof

From Satellite Heights- On the Roof

language is everywhere!

colloquium topic! current events! more!
(some new yorker pieces about the role of words/language in politics )

lately, talisa has been:

Dutifully keeping up with her news feeds (perhaps better than with her friendships? she can't even seem to keep up with the ones in the same city as her. Maybe some pruning needs to be done--with the feed, not the friends--how does she have over 200 new items on her Google Reader every morning? ), feeling informed and overwhelmed, trying to seek refuge in more than just Sarah Palin jokes (who would have thought Les Parapluies de Cherbourg could be laugh-out-loud funny? Certainly not Catherine Deneuve. But it absolutely is. Just make sure you watch it with Duke.), wondering how her brain keeps functioning given colloquium/rationale preparations and Ulysses, and mostly, living in that strange college universe in which the phrase "All I do is ______." can be filled in with any of these words: sleep, stay in, go out, have fun, go to work, go to school, homework, hang out with my roommates, miss my roommates, bum around, drink, smoke, procrastinate, etc. and still be completely true.

also, capturing herself with 1.3 hp pavilion megapixels:

side note: south africa, for any one who's curious.

Too Big to Fail
by Andy Borowitz

"...Why am I too big to fail? It’s important to grasp the critical role that I play in a wide-ranging but fragile web of economic relationships. If I go belly-up, I will no longer be able to tip my doorman when he gets me a taxi. This is not a hypothetical situation. I have studiously avoided tipping him for a solid month now. Consequently, he no longer has cash to spend at the liquor store after work, and the liquor-store owner no longer has money to spend on Internet porn. Given that Internet porn is the only fundamentally sound engine of the American economy, we’re playing with fire here. If that stalwart industry is allowed to fail, Asian porn companies will rush to fill the void, offering porn that is both cheaper to produce and way hotter than ours. What will it take to keep this from happening? There are no guarantees, but sending me a check for twenty million dollars would buy us all valuable time.

How did I find myself in this hole? Like most financial crises, mine had its origins on a slippery slope. First of all, I made the mistake of logging on to iTunes when I was high and downloading every Electric Light Orchestra song ever recorded. Second, I created my own e-commerce site, the ill-fated DressYourBadger.com. I mistakenly believed that a Web site for people who kept badgers as pets and wanted cute outfits to dress them up in would work as a subscription-based service, especially if I charged subscribers a thousand dollars a month. When there were no takers, I switched to an all-advertising model, not realizing that I was plunging headlong into the jaws of an epically weak advertising market, particularly for products relating to pet badgers."

the whole thing:
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2008/09/29/080929sh_shouts_borowitz

it's one minute just watch it.