So we’re looking for an intern. Someone who knows how to find cool stuff and how to make cool stuff and how have a damn good time doing it. Specifically, we’ve got two big things we’ll need your help with. The first will be to help us keep this here inspiration feed super dope on a daily basis. The other big thing is our graffiti book. We need all kinds of help with it, so we’ll talk about how to start when you get here. One other thing: it’ll be part of your job to have your own kick-ass ideas for new projects. Because if they’re good, we’ll make sure they get done.
Don’t send us your resumé. Send us a conversation starter: conversation at languageincommon dot com.
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8 Comments so far. Leave a comment below.I have a very mild ant infestation – but they’re cute ants. They’re not microscopic, not too big, I don’t think they bite, and they’re big enough to have expressions. Really. Sometimes, I find one crawling on me, and it get this really adorable confused expression (head raised cocked to one side, antennae akimbo) when the ground starts to move.
Have you ever noticed that?
I also just discovered that there’s an S&M dungeon underneath my bedroom. Not the room across the hall – my room. On Sunday, I was trying to read and I started hearing what sounded like a man having very loud sex, growing ever louder in volume. I couldn’t pinpoint it. I thought it was next door-downstairs because the only thing directly under my house is a tool shop that no-one’s going to be using on Sunday. Certainly.
Then I heard my neighbor (with whom my bedroom adjoins her kitchen) using her can opener. Over and over. ‘That’s strange, I wonder what’s she’s baking today,’ I thought, interspersed with sounds of growing in terror and pain coming from the man downstairs. The man was being hurt. I then grew concerned, and set about to find its origin. I discovered the sound was inaudible in any other room than my own. So it was coming from directly downstairs. The tool shop. I then realized that when I heard the ‘can opener’ was when he started mewling the loudest.
You can imagine.
Holding onto my rationality in the face of my growing fear, I went to the skylight outside my room, knocked on it, yelling ‘Knock off the racket,’ like some sort of irascible landlady with curlers in her hair. It then, suddenly, got quiet. That didn’t tell me whether the pain was consensual or not, but was the only thing I could think to do before I called the police. Then, to my relief, I heard people laughing. More can opener. More screams. Then silence. And then music, as if the show were over. I’m not sure what was going on, but that’s life in SoMa. At least he wasn’t screaming ‘Help!’ when he knew there were people who could hear.
Or I could just be crazy like most everyone else in this neighborhood. I hear agonized voices and I have ants crawling on me.
So…are you hiring?
Is it just me or does there not seem to be enough hours in the day to do a damn thing. I’m petitioning for a 36 hour day, and if that doesn’t cut it we’re upgrading to 42, and a half. I wanna sleep, but If I sleep then I don’t end up accomplishing half of what I wanted to. There are the workaholics who are stressing themselves out going on 72 hours with no sleep, food, or coffee (which in my book is sacrilege) coming dangerously close to a double bipass just to meet a ridiculous deadline for something that doesn’t really matter all that much anyway- and then there’s me. I love working, even working long hours, but currently I’m not working where I happen to be doing something I’m passionate about, so when I clock out for the day. I want to have a life. I want to go to my cafe and do some sketching in the morning, then head to work, and when I’m off actually start the day. I want to go out for dinner and dancing with my friends, go to a movie, play some pool, see a show or a concert, learn to play the drums, help at a soup kitchen, make some of my designs, climb a mountain, change the world. Hell I’d be happy to watch the sunset for once. I feel restless when I’m not being creative or doing things that I enjoy. ‘Course being restless makes me not sleep and then I’m free to stay up and do something that would have otherwise been put off till another time. Why is it that we try so hard to fit it all in but it never seems to work. I can’t be the only one who thinks like this- or else there wouldn’t be amazing artists at a 24-hour Starbucks with bags under their eyes and brilliant thoughts furiously being scribbled onto their paper. So who wants to sign the petition?
In between the letters like dot to dot connectors we create language that we might find something in common…a bridge we both can walk upon…
MlW
Have you ever stop to wonder how we survived as a species, without the cellular phone? I mean seriously. I remember one day, in between classes, I was sitting by this park area on campus. I glanced up, and studied the area around my. Which I do now and then. I noticed all twenty people around me were chat-chitting on their phones. I was amazed how each person was having their conversation with people miles away in between class. Im easily amazed by the way. It is almost like the cell phone has become a necessity in our lives, such as food and water. The cell phone has changed our lives. It has allowed us to live much more free lives. Its funny, before cell phones, remember growing up you and your buddies were planning on hanging out? So you call their homes and there is no answer. Man, your day was just shot to hell. You had to hang around the house feeling like a loser waiting for one of them to call you back to see what they were doing.
I have a quick joke,
My friend calls me up on the phone. He is very upset. I ask him why he is so upset. He says, “because I just found out I slept with my second cousin.” Then I tell him, “well if it makes you so upset, why don’t you stop counting.”
POP QUIZ!
Multiple Choice Questions:
1. “ME” is an objective pronoun, and is also the abbreviation of a Master Engineer. Which of the following is not an abbreviation of “ME” ?
a. Coroner
b. Middle East Airlines
c. Mass Effect
d. Maximum Effect
2. Which of the following is not a nickname of a city in Michigan?
a. A-Squared
b. The D
c. That 815
d. City of Trees
3. Many experts have estimated that up to half of presently existing species may become extinct by 2100. Which of the following animals is not extinct, but could be in 93 years?
a. San Joaquin Antelope Squirrel
b. Caribbean Monk Seal
c. Newfoundland Wolf
d. Quagga
True and False Questions:
1. Because there is a high population of Coyote in North Dakota, the official animal is the Coyote.
2. The Sahara Desert has a surface area of 5.5 million square miles, and is the largest desert in the world.
…Moving…
My girlfriend and I recently went through our yearly ritual of finding a new place to live. And the truth is… it never gets any easier. I ask myself… why don’t we just stay in the same place? Continue our lease month to month? Why put ourselves through the excruciating pain that is apartment hunting? I think that as human beings, we’re always trying to better our situation. Call that evolutionism or Darwinism or whatever other ism they taught you at the University. But so far, I’m a perfect example of the phenomenon. For some reason, when that lease is up, I’m ready to find my dream apartment! Then reality hits. As a grad student and a social worker, neither of us are exactly basking in benjamins…
So we show up to open houses, only to find thirty other couples and their wealthy cosigners stickin’ out their chests like gorillas,
trying resemble the alpha tenant. It’s like the discovery channel… and we can’t compete. I rationalize by thinking… “Be yourself Adam… “just talk with this agent and make a good impression. Maybe they’ll like you and hand the place over… Even beg you to take it!” Though I’ve never been beseeched to take an apartment, this technique has worked… Once…
I feel like a conversation or idea often starts from something that
really pisses you off. Something you just feel like bitching about
until you figure out a way to make the situation easier. But a conversation should be productive. Bitching and moaning is kinda like masterbation in that it’ll only gonna get you so far in this world. I think it would be rad to put together a sarcastic, humorous pamphlet… or illustrated instruction manual to help individuals or couples find an apartment. Or maybe we should keep all of our tricks and secrets to ourselves. Keep the competition on the low. Feedback?
re:…Moving…
my friend Ethan just made a dope visualization that lets you see apartment rental costs overlaid as heat maps on a map of San Francisco, so you can see how price fluctuates as a function of neighborhood. could be a useful resource for anyone ambitious (or crazy) enough to seek new digs in your cute little town:
http://mullinslab2.ucsf.edu/craigstats/