magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

534 titled entries.

3 November 2011

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  1. 644 words.
  2. Live from Democracy Plaza.
  3. New York is depressed.
  4. A gallant, but unnecessary gesture.
  5. In your green coat.
  6. Family portrait.
  7. Three martinis later.
  8. Worst. Hangover. Ever.
  9. 11.59p
  10. The coffee shop is not your home.
  11. Pretend it's hot coffee.
  12. Sober bowling?
  13. Saturday. Still not drinking.
  14. Let's find the dinosaurs.
  15. A bear. Three conversations with girls.
  16. At least they had coffee today.
  17. 800sf my ass.
  18. Little old lady.
  19. Bush Gardens sushi winds down.
  20. A staircase to nowhere.
  21. Twenty-one.
  22. Hypothetically speaking.
  23. Inwood, revisited.
  24. Exit NYC.
  25. I'm thankful for...
  26. Slow day in CT.
  27. Slow day in CT take 2.
  28. More questions than I'm asking.
  29. Jump into a crisis. Fix. Repeat.
  30. Yuh huh. I do, I do.
  31. Four big potatoes. Two cans of chickpeas. $3.
  32. Zip code 10034.
  33. Txt msg.
  34. Moving furniture.
  35. Spreading knowledge of vegetarian eateries.
  36. Lack of narrative content.
  37. Dress socks are a business expense, right?
  38. Squeak.
  39. Shower Curtain.
  40. I'm not dead. I'll call soon.
  41. Moving Day.
  42. First Night.
  43. The morning after.
  44. Books.
  45. ____ will have a party.
  46. 577 KiB/s.
  47. 250 no Moore.
  48. No longer a teenager.
  49. First snow.
  50. More free drinks.
  51. 7.42a
  52. Dadap family homestead.
  53. Last to leave.
  54. Fuck it. I'm just getting on the train.
  55. Low-key Christmas.
  56. Can I give you a ride?
  57. Quiet Monday.
  58. BAC Broadcast Saga. Part I.
  59. BAC Broadcast Saga. Part II.
  60. Half day and the theatre.
  61. Low-key New Year's.
  62. Global warming.
  63. One month of silence.
  64. Groundhog day.
  65. March is the month.
  66. Bean used to be like this all the time.
  67. That age-old question: Did someone beat me up yesterday?
  68. $11 subway cut.
  69. Sixteen glasses.
  70. Five becomes one and a half.
  71. I'll take that spatula.
  72. Easily distractible.
  73. Maybe I should try those nose strips.
  74. Pool balls and Truchet squiggles.
  75. Bubbles.
  76. Too cold to paint.
  77. It's like a lit class. With wine.
  78. I could have just drank the paint.
  79. Maybe I should have bought a lotto ticket.
  80. Have I told you that 8 is my lucky number?
  81. I'm a sucker for a girl with a guitar and a pretty voice.
  82. 733MHz two-headed beast.
  83. Long lost.
  84. Apparently immune to Mother Nature's charms.
  85. Orange Burst. 230B-6.
  86. House white.
  87. What does March sleet bring?
  88. Alien speakers.
  89. Well vodka.
  90. Flatware.
  91. Lime Light. 700E-2.
  92. You say you want a tessellation.
  93. Poisoned!
  94. Thank you, fucking A train.
  95. Jamaica Bay and Village Square. 500D-4. 730D-5.
  96. Eight to twenty-five.
  97. You've got to pull the plastic whale.
  98. So that would be 7.15 in yesterday's time.
  99. Physical exhaustion. Emotional exhaustion.
  100. At a newsstand in Times Square.
  101. Steps.
  102. Dust in your eye.
  103. He told me he was coming in tomorrow.
  104. The future of rock and roll.
  105. Indoors on the nicest day of the year so far.
  106. Somewhere between more and much more.
  107. Anything to anyone.
  108. Free drinks.
  109. I'm just the monkey with the stupid hat.
  110. Genetically engineered to not play soccer.
  111. Guest appearance.
  112. Almost just like.
  113. Steamed bread.
  114. Scent of spring.
  115. April cold snaps bring TV watching binges.
  116. Where I've been and why.
  117. Slide.
  118. Squeeze.
  119. Step.
  120. Older? Wiser? Just more drunk?
  121. As Chris would say.
  122. Out of time and place.
  123. Beyond my pay scale.
  124. The boys of 438.
  125. The birth of Shitty.
  126. A return to a different kind of doughnut Sunday.
  127. Part-time.
  128. Minus one.
  129. This is summer.
  130. Some things never change.
  131. Thirty.
  132. And a day.
  133. Bad news equals alcohol equals no cake.
  134. Loss.
  135. I want a new bag that's not too pursey.
  136. This second year.
  137. I really had no choice.
  138. These gel insoles don't do shit for my feet.
  139. Inwood needs coffee shops.
  140. Almost everyone in New York is probably up on a rooftop tonight.
  141. Squish.
  142. Dinner was cold by the time I got home.
  143. All again.
  144. My house is littered with cardboard boxes.
  145. Ball of wax.
  146. Chris Kitten is a rockstar.
  147. Alone.
  148. Movie reviews.
  149. Distressed typewriter font.
  150. Bleach, lightbulbs, toothpaste. Six-pack of beer.
  151. Could say.
  152. Measly four.
  153. Ultimatum of sorts.
  154. Another excuse for after-work drinks.
  155. And I'll keep kicking you in the shins.
  156. And the weather breaks.
  157. It seems all my friends are rockstars.
  158. Another big cardboard box.
  159. No new ink. Yet.
  160. The further mis-adventures of Emo-boy.
  161. Happy birthday to my mom.
  162. If I could afford to live in an apartment like this.
  163. Scaredy cat.
  164. First impulse.
  165. Shut up, you.
  166. Hear ye, hear ye.
  167. It's always nice to see good theatre.
  168. Two show Friday.
  169. Dance party.
  170. Save the nasty comments for the internet.
  171. It's stress. Or something.
  172. Matchmaker.
  173. My heart is covered in paisleys.
  174. Pukk and Boogaloo.
  175. What's up with kids these days?
  176. I must have spent close to four hours on the train.
  177. Working holiday.
  178. Working holiday. Part II.
  179. Tuesday is the new Friday.
  180. Wednesday is grey.
  181. Man without a country.
  182. Stating the obvious.
  183. Extravaganza in the old 'hood.
  184. Two fifty-seven.
  185. Even with extra rest.
  186. Nerdhead.
  187. Bean is afraid of phones.
  188. Chesterfield is afraid of vacuums.
  189. Published, sort of.
  190. Returnings.
  191. For me, at least, no closure.
  192. Democracy Plaza redux.
  193. Still doing this dance.
  194. Three facts for Wednesday.
  195. And the summer is over.
  196. Technical difficulties.
  197. Flashback to 1 September.
  198. Like pulling teeth.
  199. Missing bolts.
  200. Fly off.
  201. If I had health insurance, I'd see a shrink.
  202. Perilous.
  203. Scent of fall.
  204. I guess people still rent VHS tapes.
  205. Mirror image.
  206. Tied.
  207. Unresolved.
  208. Trimmed.
  209. Maybe not this year.
  210. October and November.
  211. December, December, December.
  212. Still not one of the cool kids.
  213. Wash. Warm. Repeat.
  214. A clean home and a fridge full of booze.
  215. Push back.
  216. Slack for one.
  217. Yeah, no.
  218. Drinking after work equals new three-day crush.
  219. Debt is such a grown up concern.
  220. Hacker in Cairo.
  221. 21 months, 3 days, a few hours.
  222. Twelve-twelve.
  223. Threads ending.
  224. More overanalytical thoughts about dating.
  225. Surprise.
  226. Old world themed.
  227. Three score. And one score and one.
  228. NYC really is home.
  229. I wasn't about to walk 168 blocks.
  230. Non-standard commute.
  231. The strike ends, the days get longer.
  232. Normal sorts of things.
  233. Traditions have to start somewhere.
  234. Waffles.
  235. I shouldn't be working, it's Boxing Day.
  236. Charlotte is a funny little city.
  237. Best decision.
  238. Last night in Charlotte.
  239. At long last.
  240. Add seventeen.
  241. January recap, or, the first 34 days of 2006.
  242. At the end, things are packed into boxes.
  243. Given to lengthy pauses.
  244. Into the belly of the beast.
  245. Home office.
  246. Procrastinator.
  247. Licensed.
  248. From the desk of.
  249. They killed my favourite character?
  250. Three phone calls I didn't make today.
  251. Sixty-six point six six seven percent.
  252. Apparently I'm very HEX-y.
  253. Handed over.
  254. Sexy accents.
  255. Pickup line? You be the judge.
  256. I haven't been to Brooklyn in forever.
  257. And maybe.
  258. Find it in the street.
  259. A personal fable about grocery shopping.
  260. Hot-shot international designer.
  261. Hope for best decisions.
  262. You know.
  263. Playing dress-up.
  264. This scary, grown up world.
  265. Even my glasses are probably worth more.
  266. Red-eye.
  267. Sunset panorama.
  268. Link-heavy London architecture.
  269. An airport to nowhere, and many exhibits.
  270. A long day's journey home.
  271. It's just what you do.
  272. Spring preview.
  273. Neural imprinting: a cautionary tale.
  274. Dreamt about.
  275. The operative word is: Promethean.
  276. Not quite neighbours.
  277. The long Saturday night subway ride home.
  278. Thanks for inviting me.
  279. Below the cut.
  280. Wherein Chris and I discuss four girls.
  281. Yet one more.
  282. The home-office paradox.
  283. Bronx rainbow.
  284. It's more to do with spring, than with work.
  285. Today's photo is unintentionally ironic.
  286. Walk to Brooklyn. Twice.
  287. Little projects are sometimes worse.
  288. Basically what I'm saying is that I'm an enabler.
  289. Overachievers.
  290. Family guilt.
  291. TV doctors and lawyers.
  292. Yahtzee!
  293. More or less all about girls.
  294. Throwing off the curve.
  295. The 401.
  296. A shocking lack of quality control.
  297. Pascal's Wager is a quaint, but flawed notion.
  298. Responsible things.
  299. Imaging junkie.
  300. Brunch. Walk. Sandwich. Rock show.
  301. The art world right now.
  302. Lodged beneath the exhaust fan.
  303. Not even drunk dialing.
  304. Rabbit, this time with feeling, rabbit.
  305. Mostly about yesterday.
  306. Are eye pee, ell eye dot com.
  307. Not where I had planned to watch from.
  308. Slippery slope.
  309. Rooftops and windows.
  310. The pumpkin will have to wait.
  311. Snippets of Saturday.
  312. Cyclone vs laundromat.
  313. Relatively unharmed.
  314. Of lists.
  315. A West Coast story.
  316. Bean sings 'Fake Plastic Trees'.
  317. Coffeeless.
  318. Running horses beneath Siberian volcanoes.
  319. Of tradition.
  320. All about inertia.
  321. I so absolutely adore thunderstorms.
  322. Shirtless.
  323. Pulled from the trash, again.
  324. Rewrite.
  325. In absentia.
  326. Flaking rust.
  327. Of productivity.
  328. Allergic to cinnamon.
  329. Stupid things.
  330. Escape from Maspeth.
  331. All about Matt.
  332. Brunch. Brooklyn. Boozes.
  333. Sunday is about ineffectually reaching out.
  334. Wolf in Monday's clothing.
  335. Pasta salad.
  336. 90° at 3:00AM tomorrow.
  337. Sewing machines and vampires.
  338. Lucky undies.
  339. August ketchup.
  340. Buddy System.
  341. Ghostcosm.
  342. Along with every other blog on the block.
  343. sometime / 2699 a1.
  344. Sick!
  345. The non lease-holding tenant.
  346. No lecture. No music. Food.
  347. Not letting my stomach keep me down.
  348. Of phones. A revisit.
  349. Art kids. 1000 dots.
  350. Lightning is my favouritest.
  351. Knock, knock.
  352. Again with the silence.
  353. Dave's Halloween party.
  354. Happy birthday, Chis.
  355. Goodbye DST, hello SAD.
  356. Glad you're not blind.
  357. Six hours (round trip) to say bon voyage.
  358. Snail's pace.
  359. Thirty hat-tricks come to an end.
  360. Aside from the crushing awkwardness it was nice.
  361. Something vaguely resembling sleep.
  362. Three open letters.
  363. Growing up.
  364. Family outing.
  365. Another day indoors.
  366. Am I dreaming all of this?
  367. Take two.
  368. Active procrastination.
  369. Percolate.
  370. East 32nd Street.
  371. Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a creep.
  372. Know any good NYC doctors?
  373. Marked by a lack of thought.
  374. Talk back.
  375. Second fewest words.
  376. Four crappy beers for $5.
  377. Chris says: Girls ruined my year.
  378. When I was a man I wore a tie.
  379. 65 years later.
  380. But run by middle-aged acid burnouts.
  381. Not leaving town.
  382. Nothing if not awkward.
  383. In the name of Spain.
  384. Cycles and transformations.
  385. Naming conventions.
  386. No joke.
  387. Cats and dogs.
  388. Under 100 blocks home.
  389. Park Slope run-ins.
  390. Old favourites.
  391. In your blood.
  392. New Year's Weekend.
  393. Jenny.
  394. Last photo of 2006.
  395. With forty minutes in January.
  396. Fancy dinner.
  397. Internet declaration.
  398. Page number one thousand.
  399. Someone to cut my hair.
  400. Happy observed birthday, Chesterfield.
  401. Spring cleaning, day 1.
  402. Spring cleaning, day 2.
  403. Late lunch.
  404. Discover Card's death spiral.
  405. Naptime.
  406. Delay of spring.
  407. There's no colour here.
  408. The long road back to Brooklyn.
  409. Half May.
  410. Regroup, remoralise.
  411. Plus six, times two.
  412. Bite-sized.
  413. Four letter words.
  414. 300 year old songs about coffee.
  415. Jamaican jerk seasoning.
  416. I found a dollar in the dryer.
  417. I had every intention of looking at the clouds.
  418. Not stepping on any toes.
  419. Now is the time.
  420. Big cats.
  421. Icy and unproductive.
  422. Little lightning bolts behind the eyes.
  423. Disheartened.
  424. A month of every interest.
  425. Questionable.
  426. Automagic double-sided prints. Who knew?
  427. A secret and a one terabyte hard drive.
  428. Protest vote.
  429. Golden Era.
  430. Medicine.
  431. Greens.
  432. Millennium.
  433. Cha-Ya.
  434. Beanpoint. Or maybe Jennypoint.
  435. Goodbye, winter beard.
  436. Hello, spring.
  437. Garlic asteroid.
  438. Love for the new 'hood.
  439. 7:18.
  440. Newfangled.
  441. Blue Shift.
  442. Personal-sized planets.
  443. Happy birthday, mom!
  444. Plus Minus.
  445. Lamppost.
  446. Wishing you.
  447. [Redacted.]
  448. Something to do with growing up.
  449. Rivers the colour of my eyes.
  450. So apparently "spirits" get a personal name main entry.
  451. Ah, nostalgia.
  452. They're gone now.
  453. Empty apologies.
  454. So now we get to see what the room looks like.
  455. Catastrophic data loss.
  456. What do these things have in common?
  457. LCSH.
  458. Dreams, sweat, and maps.
  459. $, $$.
  460. Four songs, MARC, maps.
  461. Under a melting snowball.
  462. Unsent.
  463. A conversation with Angie Harmon.
  464. Three or four words.
  465. Gears turning.
  466. It's those dastardly adjectives again.
  467. Nineteen hours, 12 foot radius.
  468. Too many jellybeans.
  469. In the time-lapse movie, we sort of just flit past today.
  470. And so. I'm here.
  471. One beer as precaution.
  472. If I'm being completely honest, I'm actually kind of a little bit jealous.
  473. Out of state.
  474. Grandfathers.
  475. One single solitary lonely point.
  476. Magic misconceptions.
  477. CRRR-ACK!
  478. On Mars, no one can hear you overshare.
  479. Light the ferrous coast.
  480. Champagne toast.
  481. Cats.
  482. Fever, and a hand up.
  483. Spent.
  484. I was told there'd be cake.
  485. Reverb.
  486. Double.
  487. To keep.
  488. Stating the obvious.
  489. So, um. Twenty-eleven is it?
  490. "It makes me happy too."
  491. Pink fur.
  492. Red planet, pink pie.
  493. The snapping turtle.
  494. Wherein I complain about Pratt's facilities management, UPS's Brooklyn/Queens distribution centre, and bad hold music.
  495. This feels familiar.
  496. Stabby, stabby.
  497. Soup dinner.
  498. Moon-men.
  499. Deal with it.
  500. $6.66 lunch.
  501. Felt more like Sunday.
  502. Wrong fillings.
  503. S, W, and N.
  504. So was it really Sunday this time?
  505. My mind: absent.
  506. Where things stand.
  507. "April Fools," says the sky. "Here, have some more snow."
  508. Is it wrong that I almost hoped someone would try to mug me on the way home from the bar because I sort of wanted to throw a few punches? Answer: yes.
  509. X-reference.
  510. Above all, we are, every one of us, an island; the act of mapping an island is unavoidably an act of mapping ourselves.
  511. And one other bit, that I won't go into.
  512. W. E.
  513. A bit.
  514. Caffeine holiday.
  515. Another boring sysadmin entry.
  516. May showers bring?
  517. Wait, um. No, never mind.
  518. Not exactly the most pleasant way to spend a Tuesday.
  519. Stuck. In dreams. At the café.
  520. Learning to make gunpowder.
  521. A stack of magazines beside me on the couch.
  522. Again, as yesterday.
  523. Monkeys and mirror images.
  524. Other worlds, the practicalities of daily life, and booze.
  525. And then I lose track.
  526. Summer reading, 2011.
  527. Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.
  528. Two bridges.
  529. Ago today.
  530. Whence July? Whence August?
  531. Whence my coffee?
  532. Bean and Greg guest-host Trivial Dispute.
  533. Some infographics about last night's trivia.
  534. 534 titled entries.