last weekend

Sigur Ros played at the Berkeley Greek Theatre. It was incredible and very surreal.



Cost of beer was the same as in Iceland!

Feeding the dog peanut butter (repeat for 20 minutes)

Echo....

There's not too many people (i.e. roommates) out here. Damn.




























Oh, well. Here's some pictures from california livin', berkeley-ish style.

This one is odd because for some reason, the water in in the fountain has been dyed blue. Hmm.

Formatting is tough work.
I'll try again later...

Snow Fight and the Reykjavik harbor

I traced this from a picture of Palestinians having a snow fight, and the second one is from a picture of me experiencing the deliciousness of Neil Gaiman's Sandman at the harbor.
































There is this nifty program called ArtRage, and you can do a lot with just the free (!) edition ArtRage 2.5 Starter Edition. Unfortunately, it is on my computer, and infinitely more interesting than trying to put sentences together coherently in the form of An Introduction for a Virtually Non-Existent Research Project.

I also find it a bit difficult to get used to formatting posts on here. :(

lightly does it, through the fishbowl

Injuries that Change the Way Your Body Looks, cont.

I am also obsessed with injuries that change the way your body looks. In this case, a large, heavy, chair fell directly on my toe, changing its appearance quite drastically. These are the fasinating (excruciating?) results.

To embrace procrastination or not...?

Ellen Degeneres (is fab) and also says "Procrastinate Now. Don't put it off!" (Option # 1)


But others say its bad for the mind, health, sanity, etc.

http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/2007-01-12-procrastination-study_x.htm (Option # 2)

Conclusion: embrace procrastination when it happens (so keep the stress low and enjoyment levels high) but learn to know when enough is enough... Pointless procrastination vs. useful procrastination.

sigh.

Speaking of this... I should probably get back to my essay...

I have all the time in the evening to write, and the rest of my week is busy like a bee who has been procrastinating four months, and all I do is... MOPE. Like a MOP. Like the sad, pathetic mop in my boss's cellar. Ignored, old fashioned, neglected, and with bits of dirt trapped in its yarn-mop-hair. I have chosen the wrong way to procrastinate, that is certain.