tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49375739554126919872024-02-18T21:36:29.499-08:00Post-it Note Reading SeriesThe Post-it Note Reading Series is a sporadically occurring event, hosted by illustrator/animator Arthur Jones and writer Starlee Kine.Starlee Kinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689916941315534704noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-14615293905604514372009-04-01T12:17:00.001-07:002009-04-01T12:25:18.233-07:00See you Monday April 20th-Chicago-The Hideout<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOH5AJ39Db4g1XYbo0TbQF9j7VpBZpTfB0W5faVMtjQ5salZ7Fm9sjwGBliYz7EX2QVO_8cZM3mE1DTslS5M2BgWQ1c5io4kS14bNAwT42DHscamgZ_JYJ_BT_zu0IADmuNYrwe4tN4rV/s1600-h/postitposterx2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOH5AJ39Db4g1XYbo0TbQF9j7VpBZpTfB0W5faVMtjQ5salZ7Fm9sjwGBliYz7EX2QVO_8cZM3mE1DTslS5M2BgWQ1c5io4kS14bNAwT42DHscamgZ_JYJ_BT_zu0IADmuNYrwe4tN4rV/s400/postitposterx2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319804496596945810" /></a>Spring is coming and I'm pleased to announce an evening of light mirth and entertainment featuring animator/illustrator Arthur Jones, "This American Life" contributors Starlee Kine and David Wilcox, and painter/entrepreneur Derek Erdman.<br /><br />HEAR tales of depression, complacency, mental retardation, juvenile delinquency, physical fitness, parricide, and marshmallows!<br /><br />WATCH as Jones brings those tales to life in beautiful black Sharpie on little yellow Post-It Notes, then projects them onto a screen at more than ONE HUNDRED TIMES their normal size!<br /><br />HOWL at the absolute genius of it all!<br /><br />FORK OVER $8 at the door to get in. Or LOG ON to http://www.hideoutchicago.com/calendar.html to purchase tickets in advance.<br /><br />Monday, April 20, 2009<br />8:00pm - 11:00pm<br />The Hideout<br />1354 W. Wabansia<br />Chicago, ILUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-45943751882225450662009-01-19T18:06:00.000-08:002009-01-20T10:35:26.420-08:00New Hampshire, my new home, sort of<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9j0SJaRDEK6KEllAGftq5fGsBFcd3tSDE3IpX5C6tPV1_ZO9oCD_w9mwF5uFodepnv6gU6Z0ymgs58CdBxpag9bIAZI4mjFteFxfQH9A-mognnkXPDnaD1X0EKkA9A2keVIH1p4tev3Ls/s1600-h/P1000492.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9j0SJaRDEK6KEllAGftq5fGsBFcd3tSDE3IpX5C6tPV1_ZO9oCD_w9mwF5uFodepnv6gU6Z0ymgs58CdBxpag9bIAZI4mjFteFxfQH9A-mognnkXPDnaD1X0EKkA9A2keVIH1p4tev3Ls/s400/P1000492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293193533758922354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqxY3FxZJv0FJS79ueppCLo1xNZ-vuFd7kYsgRvGVvMPgWAal7oepl8ykkSuNKwqn-8PupzQUXk3yZ2rYdvfW5kt1MDH-yLgCxc7pLsQKKlP37T__nizaMho7eD-Trw9xWpaWG3nAvGsY/s1600-h/P1000491.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqxY3FxZJv0FJS79ueppCLo1xNZ-vuFd7kYsgRvGVvMPgWAal7oepl8ykkSuNKwqn-8PupzQUXk3yZ2rYdvfW5kt1MDH-yLgCxc7pLsQKKlP37T__nizaMho7eD-Trw9xWpaWG3nAvGsY/s400/P1000491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293193407411468386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hWxQrclrPEL42zqxCs2Ycud5eJa11K3NZlwwcx9LJycpYLPS03cDP-JUcEhKDsOJn5PMVJk4kFf-6uY-dHtaMS_HMfDCMKKpZuxG5FxB0uRG69ZtKpDRraxjiuOLk-PzowxLGjlddjBp/s1600-h/P1000487.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hWxQrclrPEL42zqxCs2Ycud5eJa11K3NZlwwcx9LJycpYLPS03cDP-JUcEhKDsOJn5PMVJk4kFf-6uY-dHtaMS_HMfDCMKKpZuxG5FxB0uRG69ZtKpDRraxjiuOLk-PzowxLGjlddjBp/s400/P1000487.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293193290671064946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFr7xBslQZ_sRthFEHC18abuEUJf2H1PdmOCmfrTMBxcne3siKmtbVGOB524Nd22QOVZ_yKEN3LxO8y8X5pKFqhYfhM6y1YyOmGQfZChYAUw5U4id5VXpkJRG8fVDuIHoLt13jVaChFuu/s1600-h/P1000486.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFr7xBslQZ_sRthFEHC18abuEUJf2H1PdmOCmfrTMBxcne3siKmtbVGOB524Nd22QOVZ_yKEN3LxO8y8X5pKFqhYfhM6y1YyOmGQfZChYAUw5U4id5VXpkJRG8fVDuIHoLt13jVaChFuu/s400/P1000486.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293192815575718082" /></a><br />Happy New Year etc... etc... Here is a picture of my new home (for two months) at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MacDowell</span> Colony in New Hampshire. As you can see it's a winter wonderland a lot like the mythical land of Narnia. I'm living in a green shingled cottage and everyday a picnic basket mysteriously arrives for me full of lunch. Just in case you asked, "Yes I am living the dream." This place is awesome. I'm a lucky man.<div><br /></div><div>In less lucky news, it took me 13 1/2 hour to get to this amazing Narniaesque place thanks to Greyhound who inexplicably dropped me off in Springfield Massachusetts and made me wait 6 1/2 hours for a connecting bus to Keene, New Hampshire. I hope the C.E.O. of Greyhound, John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Coughlan</span>, has signed up for a google alert for the words "Greyhounds Sucks" because his company does indeed suck and I want him to know just how much I think they suck. Greyhound really takes advantage of its customers, who often have no other travel option. <br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>"John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Coughlan</span>, your company sucks and you shouldn't sell bus tickets to people on your website when the bus that ticket <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">corresponds</span> to doesn't even exist. Shame on you Mr. Coughlan."</div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-37541940605971145512008-12-17T09:55:00.000-08:002008-12-17T10:10:47.941-08:00Starlee and Arthur Review...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2tQimItePo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2tQimItePo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Starlee and I have been working on a series of animated shorts reviewing various things for a website named <a href="http://lstudio.lexus.com/">L Studio</a>. In this episode we review Season 4, of LOST. I will post more soon. We are really proud of these and hope you like them.<br /><br />In other news <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/23/magazine/23Favorites-t.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink">Starlee was in the New York Times</a> recently talking about her favorite internet moment of the year, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adYbFQFXG0U">Christian the Lion</a>. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-79066635095771136552008-12-12T13:42:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:31:41.140-08:00W I R E T A P Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjzRuKDLuX3LWEJ4jTjlKzcQodQporwF02ipM591AchwIstg7I_URDlVL6h2sxA_h79BlpAAHzyFGK5C-PbctENyZo-EyCUKanAQu4aVwjSbe-NALTt8u3kLMsBCJxrSIMhLyd2dL7zpK/s1600-h/bloggy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 510px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjzRuKDLuX3LWEJ4jTjlKzcQodQporwF02ipM591AchwIstg7I_URDlVL6h2sxA_h79BlpAAHzyFGK5C-PbctENyZo-EyCUKanAQu4aVwjSbe-NALTt8u3kLMsBCJxrSIMhLyd2dL7zpK/s400/bloggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279024803809845650" /></a><br />The hits keep coming from Wiretap. Jonathan talked to Starlee and Ruby a while ago and they sure were charming . Listen to it <a href="http://www.supernintendochalmers.net/wiretap/WireTap%20-%2020080907%20-%20Life%20is%20Lovely.mp3">here</a>. Over the radio/internet you can't hear just how red Ruby's hair is. Ruby, Come back to New York – Starlee's dog needs a walk and I need someone to update this blog! Help!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-77636925182185796762008-12-09T11:58:00.000-08:002008-12-12T13:53:17.872-08:00W I R E T A P<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_-C6Rh7YYCwuKPt9d7LvB1A3VyN7083PX5LHXRtgcueHQY5aLhJ4tS28_JTOC9QGI7jxWEIFzOWDxv1FYKNLBe_iUFMzqBL9EwZPE0pzpWVfczERbb6LXYJZ-BnMtfFo5U4j0qPafjSR/s1600-h/goldstein_jonathan_450_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_-C6Rh7YYCwuKPt9d7LvB1A3VyN7083PX5LHXRtgcueHQY5aLhJ4tS28_JTOC9QGI7jxWEIFzOWDxv1FYKNLBe_iUFMzqBL9EwZPE0pzpWVfczERbb6LXYJZ-BnMtfFo5U4j0qPafjSR/s400/goldstein_jonathan_450_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277882594196209410" /></a>Jonathan Goldstein does a fantastically entertaining radio program called <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/wiretap/">Wiretap for the CBC</a>. A couple of weeks ago Starlee and I were on his post-Obama-landslide-election show. Listen to it <a href="http://www.supernintendochalmers.net/wiretap/podcast/WireTap-20081130-IntoAmerica.mp3">here</a>. In August Jonathan joined us for a show at <a href="http://bumbershoot.org/">Bumbershoot</a> in Seattle, which was awesome. I will post his story on <a href="http://www.postitnotestories.com/">the site</a> soon. Jonathan seems to look slightly scared in this photo or perhaps he is transfixed by a shiny object that it is just out of frame.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-80912047690688670852008-12-08T08:44:00.000-08:002008-12-08T13:31:21.748-08:00Chris Duhon has a penis shaped nose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASNrqb-QXEclzJrMHnJ2DgspJ5S9hFa161KyI8r1lQTWl0YWUf-2P6NTEM74WkdG1oQ586eqGGOnmreMEs7mvXNM7FBoWTe6DuXsEePvAOyIMCoXdoEdxKsOl7suF0P1wNa8zFzdXziAy/s1600-h/43777696.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASNrqb-QXEclzJrMHnJ2DgspJ5S9hFa161KyI8r1lQTWl0YWUf-2P6NTEM74WkdG1oQ586eqGGOnmreMEs7mvXNM7FBoWTe6DuXsEePvAOyIMCoXdoEdxKsOl7suF0P1wNa8zFzdXziAy/s400/43777696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277466328523053682" /></a>This NBA season has been a weird one. A lot of disappointments around the league but the biggest has to be the sad slow skid the Pistons are on since the Iverson/Billups trade. Why is T-Prince bringing up the ball? Why is Rip shooting like the ball is made out of a hardened, shellacked turd? Last night they lost to the Knicks and worst of all they let Chris Duhon pick them apart for 48 minutes. Chris Duhon is terrible. Last spring, when he left the Bulls I didn't think he'd play in America again. I assumed he'd be in Russia, or the Philippines, or some place where prostitution is legal and the drinks are cheap. The last two years in Chicago he was a benchwarmer who played unreliably. He seemed more excited about giving <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stewmac/415645089/">lap dances at bachelorette parties</a> than running the point. But now in New York he's tearing it up playing in their fast-paced slop-ball style. Pffftttt.... totally... pfffttt.... Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-5110249340562946872008-12-07T14:42:00.000-08:002008-12-08T18:45:24.795-08:00Vote 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRYvAugyCXRZo7WAz1W03VvTrPpJF_qK1RCt44wuc0M8h9fLZKnAUdEV2UBraxq96Y4o618s-fxA_kxc404-tLFLAAHzhqyl5vo7W5kwVFacZRULB4AS_BwDc8q0n0W122Xf8AKA6nyIi/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRYvAugyCXRZo7WAz1W03VvTrPpJF_qK1RCt44wuc0M8h9fLZKnAUdEV2UBraxq96Y4o618s-fxA_kxc404-tLFLAAHzhqyl5vo7W5kwVFacZRULB4AS_BwDc8q0n0W122Xf8AKA6nyIi/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277182356695573522" /></a><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOyNzN6fUXY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOyNzN6fUXY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />The best thing about MTV's Subterranean is that it makes you nostalgic for MTV's 120 minutes. Ahhh... the early 90's, breath it in. Subterranean put up a <a href="http://www.mtv2.com/#series/26199">year end poll and feel free to vote</a> for the video I made with my friend Zander for the band Man Man. True story: I had to remove the controversial word "Tits" from a poster in the background of the video to make is suitable for broadcast. The incident was like my own little version of "<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=nipplegate">nipplegate</a>".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-6247935579453246262008-12-07T09:53:00.001-08:002008-12-07T22:29:20.052-08:00Updating blogs suck and I'm no good at it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IZ448n3CJsU9jtjiGNCQGfq7mFTjW_atiNiPSr5iV6fDWrFy33GgYrnPGibUeEY7Wh7kC35gm7X6C_IfKOEUmO7ie5-DsOnuo7qguYvgsPsxcOjJFplZXpf4W5RrSbApcRDpB60-_IU/s1600-h/bday.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IZ448n3CJsU9jtjiGNCQGfq7mFTjW_atiNiPSr5iV6fDWrFy33GgYrnPGibUeEY7Wh7kC35gm7X6C_IfKOEUmO7ie5-DsOnuo7qguYvgsPsxcOjJFplZXpf4W5RrSbApcRDpB60-_IU/s400/bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276466901763854850" /></a>Today is my birthday. I am 34. When I was 14 I imagined myself as becoming a pretty awesome 24 year old. I thought I'd probably own a cool car and live in a house full of cool stuff like that house on Silver Spoons with a pinball machine and a huge model choo choo train I could ride from my living room to dining room. But teenage dreams fade and when I was 24 I could barely afford a burrito so I postponed my dreamlife until I was 34 and well now... shit. The least I can do is update this blog and post this photoshop collage I made as a personal celebration for myself. I'm going to try a number of self improvements in my 34th year, like eating less bacon, remembering to take off my glasses before I get into the shower and calling my Mom more than once every two months. Another thing I'm going to do is update this blog. Wtf, right?Totally. There are hundreds of thousands of dead blogs on blogger perhaps even thousands of millions. Rather than letting this one die a pathetic, slow motion death I'm going to dedicate myself to updating it on occation. I'm sure you are all excited about this as I am, right? Like Jay Z said, 30 is the new 20 and I guess conversely 34 is the new 24.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-90930445088492161392008-07-25T10:27:00.000-07:002008-07-26T11:00:13.567-07:00Im blood, flesh and bones real.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl4UJeTUoS8/SIoUnxuPBKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F9KReNr4JiI/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl4UJeTUoS8/SIoUnxuPBKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F9KReNr4JiI/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227012991111595170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hello, I am Ruby, the intern. I am bad at grammar and punctuation. I am currently in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size:100%;">Starlee's</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> apartment, in an </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size:100%;">unusually</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size:100%;">un</span><span style="font-size:100%;">-muggy day. I am currently picking at the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size:100%;">Goji</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Berry Trail Mix Blend </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size:100%;">Starlee</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> allowed me to eat, and i find myself avoiding the small salmon colored </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size:100%;">Goji</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> berries entirely. I hate trail mix for that reason alone, you have to pick at it to truly enjoy it. Its never a party </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size:100%;">pleaser</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, consider this: a thirteen year </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-size:100%;">old's</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> birthday party in his backyard, upon a lovely table cloth lay trays of "organic snacks" his liberal mother keenly advised him and all of his </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-size:100%;">pubescent</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> friends to enjoy. Between the carrot sticks, the organic </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="font-size:100%;">Oreos</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, the sliced apples and the trail mix, the trail mix would be the least </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="font-size:100%;">desirable</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. Because its </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >never</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> perfect. You always have to fish for what you want, the hearty blend of nuts and dried preserves are never entirely </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="font-size:100%;">harmonious</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> together. Why? I will never know.(my rant) But yes i am picking at this </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="font-size:100%;">Goji</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Berry Blend Trail Mix, relishing in the fact i am not hot for the first time in a week. What a lovely feeling to be content with your pickings of trail mix AND your body temperature, what a day!<br />Its lovely to be </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="font-size:100%;">starlees</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> intern, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="font-size:100%;">Arthur's</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> away on "creative </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" style="font-size:100%;">leisure</span><span style="font-size:100%;">."</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="font-size:100%;">Starlees</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> too busy to notice me sneaking out of my cage once in a while and hitting </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" style="font-size:100%;">Bedford</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> avenue for some bread and coffee. I haven't been intellectually </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" style="font-size:100%;">stimulated</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> recently </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" style="font-size:100%;">unfortunately</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> ever since I have had post-</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" style="font-size:100%;">partum</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> depression after finishing Bell Jar.... or maybe its just depression. I speed read through Letters To A Young Poet and am currently reading Joan </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" style="font-size:100%;">Diddion</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, but something about the dank sadness of Plath cuddled me into a dark, plush euphoria of sorts... maybe </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" style="font-size:100%;">that's</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> a bit too dramatic. But it was a lovely book that I </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" style="font-size:100%;">thoroughly</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> enjoyed. Anyways im still chuggin' along, interning.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>ruby polygonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660086130006309272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937573955412691987.post-26660031472744776292008-07-09T10:44:00.000-07:002008-12-08T15:53:14.870-08:00Hello, I am the intern.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdv49o0Izl-XOnpwL1DKHdH4EIEboJ2RFNZRLlK-gCBpks9i4heyA5NzGA8qQVYLUD96y61fdFu7Ikg7SfMyTB8wyWlflVXjb0BTUhC6SjmiMUZ2vuS3EmMeBnkJmuKo8SaFmlBdUlqU/s320/2618553639_cb6141a443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221075236547992194" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIj26HGCTjkoK9OZfp3et4ZWzB2s68XJjbCb97pcFTMO1H4Q9LYQZVrTfbDJNLl3uOC57wqnTPh9lEQEktmJ9-xgYomeJEL6gg4wSq9cWglHFQ2rrOGcixoNcT2Vx1ynPIgBCGUETosX0/s1600-h/2618554051_682c5b8114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIj26HGCTjkoK9OZfp3et4ZWzB2s68XJjbCb97pcFTMO1H4Q9LYQZVrTfbDJNLl3uOC57wqnTPh9lEQEktmJ9-xgYomeJEL6gg4wSq9cWglHFQ2rrOGcixoNcT2Vx1ynPIgBCGUETosX0/s320/2618554051_682c5b8114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221074935301557106" /></a><br />Yes i am the intern, Ruby. Its cold here, which is nice compared to the rest of the city this time of day, i mean i don't know what time it is, they shut of the clock on my computer. And today they gave me two pieces of bread, its nice. I also walked the dog today, and took him to the park as the rest of the dog owner gawked at me for reading Sylvia Plath, maybe they just thought it was funny. I can't find it now, Arthur took it away from me and burned it after he found it in my bag. Well, anyway today at the dog park i took Starlee's dog Oh Papa to the park, he rolled in dirt and barked at me when i told him we should leave, i got tired in the noon heat and decided to sit back down with my copy of the Bell Jar. Suddenly a walking silky pillow walked up to me, i didn't know the breed because i am NOT a dog person, Starlee wants me to be one, I am easing up to it. Well, anyway, this peach tinted dog nesstled my leg face down in the dirt i started to pet her until she looked at me. This dog owned eyelashes the length of my pinky and the color Ru-Pauls infamous orange wig. The dog looked like Ru-Paul, but sweeter, more like Ru-Paul's dog that got lost in the depths of Mister Rogers fantasy town. It frightened me, and accendently i said it out loud. The talk lumbering woman in an indigo curve-hugging jersy dress and gold acrylics i suppose wasn't happy. I mean the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">female</span> Ru-Paul owned the walking pillow, it was awkward but, bearable, but the muggy heat wetted my brown miserably, so i decided that was my exit. Afterall, the intern must return at some point. (half-hearted giggle) Anyways, Arthur told me to post some youtube link or some flickr picture, so the first pictures are of<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2LzgYWCgkZk"> my cat</a> and <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=MWHU1x-oIYA">myself, (the words are links).</a><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Have a lovely day or night (i can't tell the difference in this basment)</div><div>Ruby</div>Starlee Kinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03689916941315534704noreply@blogger.com0