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I love these Die Hard stickers that have been popping up everywhere in NY. I happen to be a sucker for a good action movie, Bruce Willis’s lopsided grin, and catchy sayings. Like I am sure many of you out there the Yippee Ki Yay line, is my favorite in the movie. I am hoping that they don’t bust it out for the new one. Once is awesome! Twice is just tired and insulting. I also love the way they have the quote listed as John 6:27. I am a recovering Catholic and this made me smile. Will I actually see the movie? Maybe. Maybe not.

With my feet in the air and my head on the ground…

The Pixies seem to be able to most accurately describe how I am feeling right now. I am not sure if it is allergies, thyroid issues, dementia, or what but I have been out of sorts lately. This morning I tried on about 800 things and with total disgust left the house in jeans and a black t shirt (sorry Mom). I don’t feel comfortable in anything except a certain type of cotton shirt with elbow length sleeves which I have in about 10 colors (sorry Alex), but I think people are starting to catch on that I am wearing essentially the same shirt. Today I have a different shirt and cardigan on, but in order to get there I went through my closet in a very Tasmanian devil-esque way. Sigh. I am working on getting to a place where my curves aren’t quite to curvy, but in the meantime, getting dressed stinks!

If you haven’t checked out Apartment Therapy, you should. They point me to so many good things! Today they pointed me to American made felt bowls. Yeah! Made in Philly these bowls are functional and adorable. Not quite as wonderful looking as the German made pieces, but I am inexplicably drawn to clean simple German design almost across the board.

Why is it always the European companies who are realizing that felt is the most wonderful material out there? Why aren’t there more American companies putting out felt products for me to purchase?

This is great. Someone put a camera on a sushi conveyor belt. Now I know what all those unwanted pieces of sushi feel like. I love when people realize there is a camera. Some play it cool. Some point and laugh.

For the past few weeks I have been jerked awake by the mechanical bell sound that my alarm clock puts out. I would wake up terribly cranky with the feeling like I had been ripped from sleep. Last night M got me an alarm clock that uses my ipod to wake me up to the tune of my choice. I picked “End of the Movie” by Cake (oh and if you are a Cake fan listen to this), which starts off with some soft guitar music and soft singing and it wasn’t set particularly loud. This morning I was serenaded awake and while I still hit the snooze, I felt as if someone were gently coaxing me to wake up instead of shaking me. I am already in a better mood.

The new thing with google maps is that you can get a street view. Here is the view of our apt building with our car in view. Insane! Someone had to drive down the street and take all of these pictures. I am not sure how I should feel about this. Right now it is only in NYC Las Vegas, San Francisco and Denver. Watch out world, google has its eye on you!

I have been a big fan of Boris Bally’s work for a while. If you aren’t familiar with his work, you should check it out. He works mainly with recycled street signs, procured legally of course. He turns them into everything from key chains to wall art to coasters and the most recent addition seems to be house numbers. What a fabulous idea! Visible during the day because of the bright colors and visible with a little light at night because of the reflective nature of signs. I can’t wait to have a house to put some numbers on. A funny little fact is he was one of my husbands professors at CMU art school and he like one of M’s projects so much that he kept it. The project is a shoe horn with a sadistic series of spikes and barbs.

I reading a book right now called “A Piece of Cake” by a woman called Cupcake Brown. If I were to judge this book by its cover, I would like it was a saccharin sweet tale of fiction with a princess or something like that. It is absolutely not that at all. This is the autobiography of Cupcake, a girl who at a very very young age found herself bounced around the foster care system and how that shaped her whole life. I can’t put it down. On the jacket of the book you see that Ms. Brown is now an attorney so you know at some point things turn for her, but there is an awful lot of awful stuff that happens to this woman on her way through life.

People, we have plants! And not just one or two plants. Hanging plants, flowering plants and of course herbs. We have a plant that M rescued from the fire escape and nursed back to health. We have no idea what this plant is, but it is green and leafy and I love it. I have always wanted to have lots of plants, but I do not have a green thumb. Just the opposite really. If you give me a plant, I will almost assuredly kill it. But my husband on the other hand is some sort of plant wiz. It is fantastic! By the way, if you are like me and have trouble with keeping plants alive, I recommend basil. That is one tough and delicious weed. I have trimmed it to within an inch of its life and it still produces a crop of leaves just perfect for pesto. In fact the next pack of seeds we get for the Aerogarden will be international basil so I can feel like I am contributing to the plant life around the apartment instead of just staying out of the way so things have a chance to live.