n-judah love song

I dreamed you were a poem.

usic is lo

"I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone ..."

The more I live the more I think
two people together is a miracle.
            -XVII, Love Poems

-from Adrienne Rich, "II" of 21 love poems

Ennio Morricone, Lolita: Original Soundtrack (1998) : Love In The Morning

This post was made In collaboration with Riese from Autostraddle. Thanks for the quote.

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so, so, loving everything about this. And really? It's about time I got some new ink - if there's ever a tat I wanted to steal, it's this one.

The Killer and the Poet | Copyblogger

Advice to poets

For all Ogilvy’s famous disdain for creativity, he also recognized that intelligently applied creativity was crucial to effective advertising.

Like all great copywriters, he understood that formulas can only take you so far. Advertising breakthroughs need a poet as much as they need a killer.

Most good copywriters aren’t particularly good writers. If you are, you have the potential for a remarkable competitive advantage. Just remember that you need to marry the grace, elegance, and thoughtful novelty of your words to a well-thought-out business strategy.

You’re lucky—the strategic part is much easier to learn than the poetry bit.

The hard part for you can be accepting your inner killer. Make peace with the desire to make money (for yourself and your clients) as well as making something beautiful, and you’ll be unstoppable.

Also, did I mention rich?

via www.copyblogger.com
by way of Ryan.

the grasshopper and the ant

From today's New York Times:

People feel guilty about hedonism right afterwards, but as time passes the guilt dissipates,” said Dr. Kivetz, a professor of marketing at the Columbia Business School. “At some point there’s a reversal, and what builds up is this wistful feeling of missing out on life’s pleasures.”

sunday heriarchies

what I need to do today: clean the house, exercise, pay bills
what I want to do today: sleep in, drink bloody marys, watch bad TV.

UPDATE: after the needs were taken care of, the wants were too. I love Sundays.

my own Bloody Mary recipe:

full glass of ice
1 jigger vodka
pinch horseradish
splash sriracha
splash worcestershire sauce
splash lemon juice
shake jane's krazy mixed-up-salt (or fresh pepper + celery salt to taste)

stir. serve. repeat.

butterflies and chads

how design can save democracy.

from Anais Nin

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."

holiday hangover

Going back to drinking water and eating salad after 2+ weeks of home cookin', ordering up bagels and coffee, Five Guys, Zaftig's and chowdah is simply No Fun. It's like a big old pile of Mondays.

I missed yall! How was your New Year? Mine was superfantastic, more to come on that later...

note to self

Do not watch "breaking bonaduce" before bedtime. You will have dreams of angry red-headed dwarves trying to drag you into rehab.

while walking down Folsom

it must get awfully expensive being a leather daddy.

katrina

  a local butcher's sign 
  Originally uploaded by ratterrell.

People are blogging the hurricane, (updated to add: including this local news station, and how to volunteer in N'awlins) staying in touch, offering first-hand accounts and updates on the storm. It's interesting to see how LJ's phone posts are working when the power - and internet - can't. LJ users have opened up their homes to near-strangers who couldn't evacuate in time.  As much as I love seeing the power of blogs connecting people, I feel the most for people who don't have those sort of luxuries at their disposal. Donate to the Red Cross, won't you?

There's a whole page on Technorati that Niall set up, too. 

Keep safe down there, yall.