Thursday, October 30, 2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


So, I go over by Del’s cube and ask her "What’s the word".
She’s like “I’ve been looking for you. I need help on the project costing page- It's all fucked up”.
I go, “I knew that- I’ve got my best guy on it”.
She’s like “who would that be? You?
I’m like, “No, Kartik”.
And she starts laughing and says “I went by there earlier and asked him where you where and he was all “please don’t ask me any questions”.
I said “Yeah, who knew for this job you couldn’t be…”
And Maridel cuts me off and says “some random motherfucker off the street”.
I was going to say shy- but she nailed it so, I just left it as is.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

banana twins

If you could get them all the time they wouldn't be so special.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008


(Via Dawn)

being all dirty and getting into a filthy sleeping bag makes me queezy- sharing said bag with a really un-kempt wild child girl is un-thinkable 12:22 PM

I bet my hobo stew would get me laid though 12:23 PM

sex and death

"The self taught Adria makes you understand why there's never been a 10-year-old child prodigy in food or art, unlike music or math. With art and food you need your body; you need knowledge of sex and death. All art penetrates us one way or another, food explicitly."

(New York magazine art critic Jerry Saltz)