What really gets my juices pumpin' is beautiful photoprahy

I put together a collage-type collection of some lovely photos. I think my aesthetic has officially been established.

Object Scanning

Digital Imaging

COOOL

http://uoregon.edu/~kfreedle/P1/projectone/index.html

I melt for Carla Bruni...

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
They tell me that our lives aren't worth anything,

Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
they pass in an instant like the roses fade.

On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
They tell me that the time that slips away is a bastard

que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
that makes coats out of our sorrows.

pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit... However someone told me...
Refrain

Que tu m'aimais encore,
that you still love me.

C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
There's someone who told me that you still love me.

Serais ce possible alors ? Is this possible then?
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous

They tell me that destiny makes fun of us,
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout

that it gives us nothing and that it promises everything.
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,

It seems happiness is at hand,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou

so we tend the hand and we find ourselves crazy.
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ... However someone told me...

Refrain
Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
But who is it that told me you still love me?

Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
I don't remember anymore it was late in the night.

J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
I still hear the voice,
but I no longer see the features.

"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
"He loves you, it's secret, don't tell him that I told you"

Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit.
You see someone told me...

Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...
That you still love me, they really told me that...

Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?
That you still love me, is that possible?

i.love.this.

Agent Orange from michaelwu on Vimeo.

Scum Searching

A week long disaster of frozen pipes has caused chaos in the house. Dirka-Dirka, our ungodly landlord, was unable to accommodate the lingering tragedy. Our sinks and dishwasher have been completely out of commission; no thanks to Ed, the stereotypical butt-crack-exposed handyman. We were forced to return to pioneer-times, cleaning all dishes BY HAND, all we were missing was a washboard and a jar of moonshine. On hands and knees for nearly 6 hours we fiercely scrubbed, brushed and wiped the filthy mess we like to call our kitchen. Three bins of brown scummy water sit staring me square in the eyes. The charming background tunes of Laddy Gaga, and other horribly good pop music sustained all motivation. I felt my body cringe when I discovered that a dozen week-old eggs had nestled their way into a new home at the base of our cast iron skillet. Several dashes to the nipple-biting cold of the backyard to slosh the left-over floaties into the mud combined with countless trips to the bath tub to re-fill the buckets dragged on for what seemed a coon's age. Gross.

Today, I proved that you can do anything with rubber gloves. 5 germ-destroyed sponges, 2,300 pounds of mucky water and 6 pruned hands later, the kitchen was screaming so fresh and so clean; clean.

Marisa and I wrapped up the cleaning rampage with a key lime pie, purchased with bottle deposit money collected from after-party festivities of the past week.