Thursday, March 25, 2010

Anything is Possible

It's time to watch this again. This weekend.

Anything is possible.

"All the lives we could live, all the people we will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is what the world is."

- Aleksandar Hemon, the Lazarus Project

Monday, March 22, 2010

Puppies and kitten are cute and all...

but look at my baby brother! Wasn't he the cutest?

If he knew how to read blogs, he would surely kill me now.

A Breakfast Feat

Plus rosemary and mustard breakfast sausages, then peach bellinis!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Wall

Man, the south side wall in our apartment is looking better every day.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Check out Devendra's trippy adventure of a music video. Cameos by a bunch of dudes. Better than Alice in Wonderland.

Monday, March 15, 2010

I Want To Go There

I, too was filled with wanderlust while perusing these worldly photographs on kris atomic. The one of Santorini audibly took my breath away. I cannot wait to see that with my own eyes. All of these places, in fact. I want to go to them all. I'll have to settle for the sand dunes of Morocco--they'll be mine come summertime.

Saturday, March 13, 2010


You steal my heart.

The Artist is Present

Some time ago, I became fascinated with Marina Abramovic. It probably had something to with our shared name. I was curious. I remember the first article I read about her left me disgusted, intrigued, and shocked. As if I had not expected this from another Marina.

If you are not familiar with her, Marina Abramovic is a Serbian-Yugoslavian performance artist who primarily uses her body as her canvas and invokes physical pain on herself in exploration of different subject matters. The first work of hers I had heard of was called Lips of Thomas and here is the description of what she would do:


I slowly eat 1 kilo of honey with a silver spoon.

I slowly drink 1 liter of red wine out of a crystal glass.

I break the glass with my right hand.

I cut a five pointed star on my stomach with a razor blade.

I violently whip myself until I no longer feel any pain.

I lay down on a cross made of ice blocks.

The heat of a suspended space heater pointed at my stomach
Causes the cut star to bleed.

The rest of my body begins to freeze

I remain on the ice cross for 30 minutes until the audience interrupts the piece by removing the ice blocks from underneath.

Having read about her in the past, I never expected to see her work, nor did I think I would want to. I actually thought I vehemently wouldn't want to.

However, Abramovic has a show that opens tomorrow at MoMA called The Artist is Present. In it are re-enactments of her previous works performed by artists she trained herself in a vigorous program, as well as performance by Abramovic herself wherein she sits still in a chair across a table from another empty chair, which is open for visitors to sit in and interact with her. If I hadn't been bombarded with articles about the show (New Yorker, New York Times, NY Magazine), I probably wouldn't have mustered the courage to go. But, I think I'm ready. Well, not ready, more like determined to face my fears and see it, see her. And, I think I even want to sit down in that chair in front of her.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Oh My God

Give this man an Oscar.

via Vulture

The Best Thing

One time my boyfriend sent me this song with a kiss and made me swoon.

Friday, March 5, 2010

The Secret Garden

Do you remember The Secret Garden? Meryl & I sure do... Check out our blog for hints as to what we're working on.

I Ain't Finished

I'm not done thinking about them whales, guys.

Did we save the whales or what?

I'm Talking to You

Thursday, March 4, 2010


I thoroughly enjoyed this story I found in a recent New Yorker issue. It's called 'Appetite' by Said Sayrafiezadeh. I want to post snippets for you, but they'd be out of context. Just read the whole damn thing!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Old and New

+ An old photo of my grandmother in Riga, Latvia:

+A new song I'm listening to: She & Him - Thieves