Archive for January, 2010

EJ Memorial Weekend

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

EJ Memorial Weekend, originally uploaded by acsweet.

We flew into Chicago this weekend for a memorial service. Family, friends, and stories. It made me sad. It made me happy.

More photos here.


Blog ‘n Fly

Saturday, January 30th, 2010

did you know that air pressure changes in the airplanes and when you open your waterbottle mid-flight it will … oh god there is turbulence all of a suddeny right now omg omg am trying to blog to go back to the happy place this is very difficult physically and emotionally it is bumpy my computer is shaking so is my heart where are the flight attendants it makes me feel better when the flight attendant rummages about the cabin like a dutiful 1950’s housewife fixing coffee serving drinks it gives a false impression that everything is okay when really she is also panicking and probably drinking too much.


ok the turbulence is over. the good news is the flight attendant took our drink orders. the bad news is I ordered a tomato juice with no ice. I don’t know how it happened but she said something to drink? and in my head I said GINGER ALE! and out loud I said, tomato juice. And then she said, ice? and inside i said GINGER ALE! and out loud I said, oh no thanks. and now I am sipping on tepid condensed tomato soup. if that wasn’t bad enough, did you know that air pressure changes in the airplanes and when you open your waterbottle mid-flight it will ruin everything? Here’s a reenactment: I’m thirsty (open water bottle sippy valve water comes up through sippy valve and onto lap jeans are dripping. Five minutes later srsly. I’m thirsty. Open water bottle. water comes up through sippy valve omg not again attempt to close sippy valve doesn’t work directs water onto shirt. Shirt is drenched. The man next to me orders a dewars on the rocks. He is in his happy place. [ pilot: and if you look to your left we are flying over pittsburgh. hi lydia!] Where are the snacks?


Update. did you also know that airplanes are the driest places on above earth? Ten minutes into writing my California Guide to Planning and Zoning Ordinances review (is this my happy place?) I blinked and it was hard because my contacts were dry and then I said what the deuce and my jeans were also dry and so was my shirt. Do you think the airplanes do this on purpose because everybody spills their sippy waterbottles?


Big News

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

House of Bland and Blog is moving.  I know.  It’s hard.  It’ll be the same, just a new domain name (omg rhyme I was one credit short of a creative writing minor in college nbd).  Please bookmark is about to get serious.  And by about to get serious I mean in a few months when I get figure out how to make it into my design portfolio Sean can you teach me html in google wave k thanks?

I am ahead of the game

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

I really don’t have time to be writing this because I’m making a transportation finance movie, designing a bike station, and planning a bicycle mechanic party, and those are just extracurricular activities to supplement my 5 course work load but here it is.My senior year in college I lived in a house called the Tony’s house because it was a house and it was behind Tony’s Pizza ok and senior year was mildly stressful and so then I bought a set of water colors and a pad of paper and and my housemates and I would go to parties and have fun and make boyfriends sit around and paint our feelings.  I would mostly paint my literal feelings like a bearded man with a movie camera sorry is that obvious? and the FreetZ would paint something that did not make any sense but made total sense and we would sit and paint and share feelings.  Then we hung them up above our fireplace because showcasing painted feelings in college was ironic therapeutic.The point is, yesterday in Urban Design Methods my professor asked us how to best represent our design visions to the public and we talked for a long time about photoshop and then someone said what about watercolors and he clapped his hands as if to say bingo ding-dong ring-a-ding-ding and then announced, “Watercolor illustrations tend to make us feel very good.”

Facebook Chat of the Day

Monday, January 25th, 2010


I’m watching The Bachelor.

I could shoot myself in the face.


I’m about to read about sidewalks. want to trade?




Monday, January 25th, 2010

my gmail account was hacked.  I’m sorry if I spammed you.  I found out when my professor asked our TA, who is acsweet?

and New York.

Saturday, January 23rd, 2010

I waited in vain for someone like me to stand up and say that the only thing those of us who don’t believe in god have to believe in is other people and that New York City is the best place there ever was for a godless person to practice her moral code. I think it has something to do with the crowded sidewalks and subways. Walking to and from the hardware store requires the push and pull of selfishness and selflessness, taking turns between getting out of someone’s way and them getting out of yours, waiting for a dog to move, helping a stroller up steps, protecting the eyes from runaway umbrellas. Walking in New York is a battle of the wills, a balance of aggression and kindness. I’m not saying its always easy; the occasional “watch where you’re going, bitch” can, I admit, put a crimp in one’s day, but I believe all that choreography has made me a better person.  Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot

Courtesy of RES


Saturday, January 23rd, 2010

Getting off the plane from San Francisco at the Philadelphia airport, I was taken aback. I realized I had been living under quarantine in some euthanized, J. Crew catalog parallel universe of healthy good looks. Because, in Philadelphia, I was pleasantly surprised to see old people, average people, even ugly people, ambling around in dumb t-shirts and home perms. And if that wasn’t relief enough, the weather was terrible and the coffee was dreck. The nice thing about Philadelphia is that no one has moved there to find the good life for over two hundred years. I went home to California feeling like the prettiest, most upbeat over-achiever in the world.  Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot

Courtesy of RES

Trenton Makes, The World Takes (pictures)

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

Ok how’s this for a class:  you and 11 other members have been assigned to work with a housing and development organization in Trenton, NJ because things there are not going so well.  Go to there and write things down, check some census facts, then lets make some plans.  So today we went to Trenton, NJ and walked around the 11 block site and wrote down the land use, building type, character, and condition of each parcel of property.  This took 4 hours.  Tomorrow I think we will check some census facts.

Then I went to the library and was like why is nobody here and the woman at the desk said it is 8pm on a Friday night go home, and I was like hahaha and she said no really we’re closing please leave, so then I went to another place and read about Private Property Law and then I got on my bike and pulled up to a red light in-between two waiting SUVs which is dangerous because SUVs don’t like me because I race them on the streets and win sometimes and then I turned my head and the driver turned her head and we stared at each other and I thought she was going to punch me in the face but instead she blew out her cigarette smoke, laughed out loud and waved.  friendships are easy.

Here is a photo of Team Trenton before we went to Trenton.

Team Trenton

Song of the Day: 24 Préludes, Op.28 No.15 in D flat (Raindrop)

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

I know.  It’s really serious.  But just pretend some guy is playing it ten feet below your feet and you’re wearing your fancy clothes.  Or stare at the photo below.