Office Transitions

As I sit and restlessly wonder
What my productivity prototype is supposed to be
Idly staring at my computer monitor
In a cubicle
Under fluorescent lights
I realize
I have not held a bottle of booze in my hand
To pour for someone else
For their tip
In months
With the staggering dawn
Upon my caffeine infused mind
Comes a quiet sadness
At letting go
Of who I can no longer be

Stunning images that make me happy. For we all know that photography is one of the greatest mediums of art. This post will be a jumbled mess of the mad mind that is constructing it. See below for details in what will probably heretofore be named Ramblogings. No. No it won't.



Martin Garcia. I have a certain fetish for water imagery in photography. I also enjoy nudity that celebrates femininity so when you combine the two it always jars in me a sense of peace that I cannot explain. Maybe it goes back to when I was younger and enjoyed the occasional skinny dip in the pool late at night when my parents were sleeping. Either way I find the imagery soothing and illustrious at the same time.



Sam Taylor Wood. Elegant juxtaposition of her body with a hard lined image. Exquisite.

For the love of all that is holy may I present to you what I have just now (un-fucking-fortunately) discovered to be your new favorite photographer. I chose selections of his photographs that made me burn with envy and admiration at the same time. I do not feel I should describe my interpretations of them, lest I diminish the value of the awe-inspiring beauty that is his talent and work. You look at them and make up your own mind. This is not highly interpretative, intellectual art. This is straightforward photography that happens to be extraordinary. Ladies and jellyspoons, Howard Schatz!














*sigh* I feel the way a schoolgirl feels the first time she lays eyes on her heartthrob crush that lasts her until she is fifteen. I. Am. In. Love. His vision, his fascination with the human form, his coloring, his diversity. I want to meet him just to see how he looks at the world. God I hope he has exhibits in NYC.

YouTube stupid video of the day goes to an old classic that is absolutely phenomenal. I'm not into posting the newest trend craze or whatever I'm into posting the ones I can watch forty times and still think is amazing. This video is simultaneously creepy and hilarious. It also helped me to kill eight minutes at work. I love how a YouTube video being successful can make you instantly world famous. The number one most viewed video on YouTube of all time is called Charlie Bit My Finger. I bet those kids got a Pepsi deal. Anyways, enjoy!



Jesus I need to start playing video games again. The graphics for Starcraft II are stunning. And I preface this with the statement that the last video game I was really, really into was the original Mortal Kombat. It's been that long. I had no idea what RTS was until fifteen seconds ago. Video games, or "crack for nerds," lost me when Grand Theft Auto started making shit encouraging impressionable young men to have virtual sex with a woman in the game and then gave them the option of killing them afterwards. That's pretty sick. Women have it hard enough with men fucking us over, hating us, and generally not respecting us. We don't need to begin the anti-woman hating "Boys Only" campaign that young. Jesus. I'm all for ultra-violence. But c'mon. That being said, if you buy this game can I come over and play?



Gadget that literally makes me whimper with desire right now the more I play with my friends:



And I'm not even a tech geek. But this thing is so cool it's retarded. Anyone in need of a sugar mama willing to buy me one of those and an Aston Martin message me. No. I'm not joking. The creators of Google are still single, right? Why does everything Google do make the world a better place? It's even a cool freaking name for a phone. Droid.

Onto bigger and brighter news...

There is a significant moment of pain that you feel when you click on the Facebook profile of someone you used to love deeply and who used to love you to find out that they deleted you. It's a small act sure and I am not giving more levity to Facebook than it deserves. But it's a gentle reminder that they no longer want you in their life. And this was only a friend. A friend I was crazy about nonetheless but it still hurts to know that they don't like you anymore and are showing it. I would go on to illustrate how social networking sites are ruining our lives but who honestly wants to read about that? I'd feel like some tween hipster bitching about cultural imperialism and how infringing the technological revolution is. I might as well turn on the Mountain Goats. And frankly, I don't even feel that way. Technology is Great.



Unexpected bummer of the day: Tony the Tiger is dead. Yeah you forgot about that didn't you. What a douche I am to bring it up.

Alright boys and girls the office day is over and I am going to Modest Mouse. Suck it nerds!