magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

'And yet another version of that graphic,' Shelline said to me at work. 'At least you're getting to do some broadcast graphics. It's not all..'

'Pantone 186.' And yes, I am getting to dome broadcast graphics. Which is one of the parts of what we do at PDG that most fascinates me. The (semi-)permanent spatial design, be it TV sets or retail, as it is closest to architecture in a traditional way, is probably the top of the list. But broadcast graphics, because they are so graphic, and fleeting, and colourful, and information-centric in an abstract way, are very much my type of thing. When I first came back as a regular freelancer, after my internship, and was asked what sort of things I wanted to work on, this was one of them. I hope I get to do more.

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I left work 'early' (4, after a 7.5 hour, no lunch day) to look at some lofts in Southside Williamsburg. They were nice. But almost certainly more than I can really afford to spend on rent without seriously budgeting all my cashflow.

The first, in a former feather factory, was the sort of place that Stef and I used to talk about. Exposed brick, birch floors, stainless appliances, artistically tiled bathroom. Not much of a view, as the Manhattan skyline is blocked by the Domino Sugar factory (which must have the best view from Brooklyn), but nice light. It was only big enough for one person or a couple though, and nearly as expensive as the loft we're splitting four ways now.

The second, in a former rocket factory, was a little more expensive. But bigger, probably big enough to build two bedrooms. And with a panoramic view to the North, encompassing Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens. No exposed brick, but still very nicely renovated.

These were some of the least expensive units in these buildings. I'm making more than I ever have, and still, I could only barely afford to live in them. I so don't get money at all.

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I walked home from Southside. Stopped in to hang with Paolo and Reid for a bit and eat tortillas. Then home and more tortillas.

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From craigslist 'missed connections'. I know she didn't write this. But I want to think that she did.

4 months and counting...

since i first met you
why can't i get you out of my mind?
we didn't spend much time together
but i truly hope that we will get together sometime soon
possibly continue to get very close to the line that we know we can't cross
although, i probably would cross it given the right opportunity
would you? i can only hope...
you are nothing like the person i am with
which is why i am insanely attracted to you
i've had dreams about you
i've had thoughts of what would happen if there wasn't something stopping me
it's probably best that we very rarely speak or see each other
i wouldn't be able to keep this all inside if i saw you often
i wish i would have taken you up on your offer that one time
were you serious? would you have?
i think about that and wonder what it would have been like
what it could be like
that's why i continue to think of you
because i want to know
would you?