Monday, March 31, 2008


One of the few exciting things I did over break (The rest would be: organizing my room, dreaming of haunted portraits, not planting the vegetables I was supposed to, eating two boxes of cereal in four days, baking peanut butter muffins, getting a decent amount of sleep, spending too much money on records, and the activities pictured in the previous post).

Sam, Eric, and I went to the Irvine Farmers' Market, bought Mediterranean food, then had a beach picnic. The ankles on my pants were too tight to roll beyond my calf so I couldn't go in the water, but eh?

Also. When you're the one with all the cameras, no one ever takes any photos of you. Hm.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

climbing fences

Being on my own for the majority of last week, I took it upon myself to rediscover a few of my childhood haunts.

the post in which the dangers of my extreme penchant for tea finally reveal themselves

Against my current timidity concerning putting this up, I promised certain people that it would eventually surface from the jumbled mess that is my hard drive and make its appearance on this very site. Where this modesty disappeared to on Wednesday night, I've absolutely no idea. This is what four massive mugs of tea will do to you.

Episode One of Things Never Done.

So there it is. Happy? Now you can listen to Sam and I mess about for an hour and eight seconds any time you want.

1. Time to Pretend -- MGMT
2. Hyperballad -- Dirty Projectors (covering Björk)
3. Black Panther -- Crystal Castles
4. Young Marks -- The Mae Shi
5. Moonage Daydream -- David Bowie
6. Bullets -- Tunng
7. Feminine Effects (live on MPR) -- of Montreal
8. Fatalist Palmisty -- Why?
9. Strawberry Letter 23 -- Shuggie Otis
10. Figure 8 -- Elliott Smith

As I sit here, drinking my Adina Gin-Jah and wondering when Santa Cruz got so cold, I'm begging you: please don't download this. Owe me a favor? This can be it! Feeling altruistic? Like you just haven't done enough good deeds in your life? Skip out on this mp3 and consider it an act of kindness for all of humanity.


Thursday, March 13, 2008

Star Wars the UAE shall be come

Dubai is getting a Death Star.

Ras al Khaimah is too.

Both via OMA.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

of goats and red rain


I've heard of raining cats and dogs, and even real-life cases of raining frogs and fish, but the idea of red rain sounds altogether freakier than amphibians falling out of the sky. Red rain makes me think of the closing scenes of the world's all-time scariest movie, Carrie. And that's not a good thing at all. The molecules in this picture, however, have nothing to do with Sissy Spacek, or pig's blood - at least, as far as we know. They fell from the sky in 2001, in Kerala, India.

Between July and September of that year, showers of blood-like rain poured from the heavens, staining clothes and scaring the bejesus out of the locals. There were also reports of yellow, green and black rain. Just to make the downpours even creepier, they were preceded by thunderclaps and flashes of light. And more creepy still, leaves on trees apparently shriveled and fell to the ground.

Theories on what was going on started to fly around. Was it fallout from a meteor that flew past the earth or burst nearby? A dust cloud that had been sucked into the passing storm? Airborne spores from algae (trentepohlia) that had grown abundant during recent rains? Blood from bats that had been sucked into some kind of climatic vortex? Or best of all, could they be extraterrestrial cells falling from space?

"In 2003, two scientists (Godfrey Louis and Santhosh Kumar) at the Mahatma Gandhi University in Kottayam suggested that the red rain was made up of cells from a living, possibly extraterrestrial, creature. Could this be alien bathwater? Blue ice from a UFO? The jury is out on whether the particles contained DNA, but it doesn't seem to be beyond the realms of possibility.

"Perhaps the thunderclap was a sonic boom caused by a small comet exploding upon entering the earth's atmosphere and carrying spores of alien lifeforms? No-one knows for sure, and specimens gathered from another reported red rainfall last year have yet to be examined. Exciting stuff. RM

Images: Dr Godfrey Louis

And on a moar cuter note...

Here's a story that's hard to believe at first, but is so well-documented that there's no doubt it's real. Goats that climb trees. Tree-climbing goats. Yes, really. In southwestern Morocco, it seems, goats have a soft spot for the fruit of the Argan tree. So much so that they'll climb these rather spindly-looking branches to get hold of them.

Apparently this tree-climbing activity benefits everyone (though there is some talk of the poor trees being overgrazed). The goats like the fruit but can't digest the pits, which they either spit out or, erm, excrete. Then the farmers collect these to make argan oil. Something to remember when you're next in Morocco - don't sit under an Argan tree.

Images: Remo Savisaar

dear lord

"Japanese 'Mega Pizza'
This Pizza Hut monstrosity, exclusive to Japan, brings America to Asia. The crust is made of hot dogs wrapped in bacon and rolls of molten cheese. The center is built with hamburgers, cheese rolls, sausage, bacon, ham, bacon bits, mushroom, onion, pepper, garlic and tomato sauce. The pie also comes with two toppings -- ketchup and maple syrup -- and a world of shame once you're done."

If this isn't a sign of impending apocalypse, then I don't know what is.

See the rest here, but really this is all you need to see.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Songs on repeat comprise my days, my weeks, my life, I suppose.
Over and over and over and over into my headphone covered ears, a mood is created, deepened, and expanded.

In third grade it was "Don't Speak." Age eighteen was "Between the Bars." With nineteen came "We Were Born the Mutants Again with Leafling". "Jezebel" marked this week. We can't all be original all the time.

The songs we listen to on repeat remain endlessly fascinating to me. It's like a 3 minute glimpse into someone's soul that little else can give you.

you make my heart stop

i feel exhausted and perfect

from a softer world