I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I’m up for some office design job and after talking to two different recruiters, I got the impression my site’s front page was confusing. I uploaded a new one quickly, which I’m not in love with but it is a stopgap. I had a much more ambitious illustration in mind, but I found that small self-portrait half-done in my folders and slapped it on.
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I’ve been reading a lot more this year (along with not cutting my fingernails* ever it has been the most consistant lifestyle change for 2007; an unmade New Year’s resolution I fell into).

Will loaned me Ubik, which I finished in a couple hours. It was pretty good but less insane that I was expecting. The hook is the premise of “half-life”, and in the intervening years it’s been ripped off by everything from Vanilla Sky to Red Dwarf. I’m going to try jumping into the really strange Philip K. Dick and see how I do.

Mitch got me The Philosphy of Andy Warhol, after I got him Confessions of a Window Dresser. It was a bit like reading a blog… rambling and scattered thoughts. The more blog-like it was the more I liked it. There’s a chapter where he goes to buy underwear at Macy’s with his friend which is pretty charming. There’s another huge dense section where some obsessive-compulsive friend lists her cleaning routine for 25 solid pages. My heart goes out to the “superstar” who had to transcribe that conversation.

Will had also leant me George Orwell’s Down and Out in Paris and London which has been making the rounds… a dozen of his friends and acquaintences have all read this book now. On my Easter train ride down to DC I had head Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations, which had referenced the Orwell book, so it was a serendipitous coincidence that Will offered me the source material a couple weeks later.

I also read Absurdistan and Climbing The Mango Trees last month. They were ok.

If anyone (who I see regularly) wants to trade books, drop me an email.
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*I think long colored fingernails, of all the traditional feminine beauty wiles, seem to be the least related to natural signs of health and youth and more to needless ornamentation. So I love them the most. But I have been suffering nail-hubris by keeping them so long and manicured, so the gods struck me down by having my thumbnail crack down the middle into the skin part and it hurts like hell.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, May 15th, 2007 at 2:02 pm and is filed under Design, Progress.