Inadvertent Rosa Parks Appreciation Day

It's Sunday, and despite the lovely weather outside I don't want to leave my house. I would leave my house but I most certainly am not taking public transportation. No sir. Every once in a while when a day comes where I have no obligations to anywhere outside of my neighborhood I feel like I must siege to opportunity to take a break, brief as it might be, from the MTA. Time consuming, dark, grimy, fluorescently lit, MTA. Not really all that bad but after 2+ hours a day for 5 days a week it starts to wear on me. Having ignored my innate urge to be out and about in the world I have been pleasantly productive this weekend. Yesterday I did dishes, folded laundry, tried to get my taxes done at a volunteer center in my neighborhood (still a 15 minute walk from my house), and the after being turned away for not having my social security card, returned home, ate some beans and salsa, watched a movie and then went to the lower east side to try again at a different volunteer center. This was a much more pleasant walk, and more pleasant waiting room. After 1:30 hours I emerged, my lawful duties completed. I went grocery shopping at Whole Foods and then schelpped them home on the subway (45 min. journey btw). Today my brain is scattered. I can't explain why. I've been having a hard time holding on to things like dishes. I've been typing in wrong e-mail address and passwords. I wish I could figure out what's distracting me, but until them I'm going to keep trying to read about typography and listening to my roommate listening to npr. And maybe I'll eat some more of these Kettle Chips. I'll leave you with an image because writing is boring without graphical representation. Today's image is of some logo ideas I was thinking about for myself (thus the book about typology).

Yea I'm Lame

I don't know what happen guys, I seem to have lost the will to blog. Probably things got a little more busy and I had less time to analyze my thoughts and think about what they may sound like written down. Since we last spoke I quit my "internship" at Storefront and started working on a freelance design project for a bookshelf for the same guy I designed the last bookshelf for. I'm essentially just copying a design he picked out and translating it into the space of his apartment, but hey, somebody's gotta do it. Millionaires need built-in bookshelves too! Still working at the metal shop. Am now the only girl working there, 'cept one girl with blond dreads that works on the floor but she seems to have no interest in acknowledging my existence and i've heard word of her imminent firing so she doesn't count. I could talk about other things, how I'm excited to go see Kesslie in Rhinecliffe soon, how I'm excited for spring and to stop wearing my smelly winter clothes...Although I can't imagine wearing shorts to the metal shop, that just seems too unsafe. I made a super sweet new shelf-like apparatus. Okay I'll show it too you but then I'm going to bed. I found a chunk of a frame on my way to work the other day, and I picked it up. Something about it was beautiful to me. I didn't like the color of it though, so I spray painted it silver, the only color of spray paint I could find at work and coincidentally one of my top 3 fav. colors. So now we are in love, the frame chunk and me. It's really more of a one sided affair, it being an inanimate object in all. I do love it so, I think I am going to have to take it with me when I leave New York. I can already imagine myself carrying it threw security and trying to store it in the overhead compartment.