writing at home.

Woke up early this morning (totally weird) and started right in on a freelance assignment that needs some serious lovin' before I head home to Ohio for my brother's wedding reception, tomorrow. Oh, hey packing...yah...right...I need to work on you too...I'll just be off in the corner doing a million things. Its. cool.

Also, this is simple & brilliant eye candy .

partaking in Sunday Funday.

Sunday...also referred to as my favorite day to finish projects, sip on cawfee with the NY Times, hang out with my crazy friends in the park with beverages and catch up on my people watching - very, VERY important inspiration, ya know.

Also, I'm totally digging these illustrations of cawfee shops around the BK.

writing, dancing, segaing - what its a word! I swear.

I eased myself back into the "trying to find a job" routine with a little sega this morning and jesus - that shit is so good. I don't care what anyone says I'm totally smitten with the 90s graphics and sound. And how I ask you can I barely remember to send my rent in on time when I can still remember where all the extra lives are hidden?!
Srsly.
Anyways, I hope your 4th was full of fireworks, sun and a cold beer - mine was full of all of the above plus one atlantic ocean and a sea of my friends.
Yesterday, I hung out with my friend Einav, took these photos, sipped on cawfee, wrote lots on my laptop, updated my site with this new gem, sipped more cawfee, got a 40 in the park and concepted, nibbled on sushi, ran into random ad folks on the sidewalk (running into peeps on the street is one of my FAVORITE aspects of NYC), then scampered home to draw and plot for something I'll share here in a few days.
Rar...ok, back to our regularly scheduled programming....dancing and writing to this:

writing 1.21.09

On our recent run to the mother ship I learned, thanks to my art director and our friend Jeremy, that I sound like this:
Omg.
I’m totally donesies.
Poop.
Rar.
omFg
for realsies?
Ummmm
rars
Find the human truth
China
You’re Mom.
Russia.
Love you…mean it.
Rar.
Duh.
Rar.
OMG. OMG. OMG.
Fug.
Yes please.
NO way
Rar
Rar.rar.rar.rar.rar.rar.rar

They referred to this style of speaking as “Salinizations”…you know things you’d only hear out of my mouth over and over. Apparently, I didn’t grow out of the habit of repeating myself like most 10 year olds. But, I like to look at it this way:
I have a branded way of speaking. Yes. Yes, that sounds good. And by the way kids, you’re welcome too. I mean, who else was going to teach you that the word “rar” could really fill in for all eight parts of speech? Certainly not School House Rock – I’ll tell ya that much.

But in all honestly if you someone using the same words in every other sentence, be a homie and let ‘em know. Aight, rars?

writing 1.9.09

writing 11.10.08