walking

walking to work has its benefits; like being able to let your mind wander rather than expending energy thinking about traffic. speaking of energy, somehow i got on the random topic of energy usage while walking. so here’s my random scientific question of the day.

to maintain a set walking speed of say 3km/h:
does the momentum generated by swinging your arms while you walk reduce the energy expenditure of the legs enough such that your total energy expended is less than if your hands were in your pockets and your legs had to make up for the lack of forward momentum generated by swinging arms.

something to ponder. if you actually know the answer please hit me up on twitter and tell me.

refreshed

after a nice extended jaunt through the EU and months away from blogging, the need to ramble seems to be making a return. the first manifestation of which is this little blog refresh (inspired by snow-mag.com) we’ll see how long the motivation lasts. oeuf, 12 posts in the 2009, weak. hopefully we can beat that for 2010.

the unanswerable question

what is more extreme?
‘XXX’
‘xXx’
‘XxX’

your tailor is not your friend

they gleefully point out the inadequacies of your aging body that they must cover up and hide.

so self conscious right now but too lazy to do anything about it.

tax dollars at work

for the first time in my life i feel like my tax dollars are actually doing something.

i complained to the city about some holes in the dog park that Santos hurt herself in and several days later they were filled.

i can just picture a bunch of grumpy, burly dudes in safety vests cursing under their breath while navigating shovelfuls of dirt through doggie landmines.

i’m shocked. really i am.

social media bullshit

social media bullshit

Rant Alert

This social media crap is really getting out of hand. Twitter especially. Its like a bunch of girls at a pajama party telling each other how great they look. Seriously, somebody writes a blog post, then auto-tweets it and then a bunch of their friends retweet it. Think about that. Republishing a piece of auto-generated content when said content is only a notification. Bring that out to the real world. That’s like getting a text that your parking meter’s about to expire and then your friends all tell their friends that your parking meter’s about to expire. What the fuck!

Write some real goddamn content and tell me something interesting or don’t waste my time.

Oh and big deal if you have a gajillion followers. You didn’t even have to spend any cognitive energy to make that happen. Its like those people who collect curios. Their house is just a giant clusterfuck of knick knacks that you can’t do anything without knocking one over. I got one word for you…’edit’.

Year of the Ox

Year of the Ox


Its almost the year of the Ox and as you can see Ox is letting it get to his head. Elbowing his way in front of Jeero, asserting his dominance. I can tell already that its going to be rough year with him and his sense of entitlement. But at least our new puppy has him on his toes now fearing for his life.

new year same shit

new year same shit

ha. might as well live up to my moniker and start off the year all bitter. although i have nothing to be bitter about. its not like i made a resolution to be more or less bitter. in fact i made no resolutions at all. why? because i don’t believe improving yourself should be limited to once a year. it should be an ongoing process.

pretty long winded start to this post huh? well get used to it. since i’ve been using twitter, its been taking up the more frequent posts leaving me with less to say here. so i think i’m going to try to write more lengthy and hopefully more insightful posts here in exchange for reduced frequency.

i have to say that after keeping this little blogging thing going for a long while, i have much respect for people that can keep up the dialogue. it requires a level of commitment that is commendable. even if all you’re writing about is what you had for breakfast and an indepth examination of the end result of that meal’s travels through your digestive system. (that was a round about metaphor for shit in case you missed it).

but back to writing and motivation. what motivates people to write? excess creativity? idle hands? dreams of financial windfalls? creation of a false persona? self-brand management? something else?

screw it. i had cheerios for breakfast…

denim lust… again

denim lust... again

i forgot about this pair of jeans that just wasn’t meant to be that i found in Japan. we were wandering around in Laforet and found the Nudie store where i found these. a recent post on slamxhype reminded me about them. they were part of the nudie lab collection and were selvedge, hand distressed with a tinted wash. they were pretty hot but also worked out to about $750! eek.

i am still looking for a pair of thin finn’s though. i think i need a pair that are in a lighter distressed wash. i’ve gotten lots of black and uber-dark denims lately so i need some balance. when i was in uniqlo buying the T-000’s in black, there was a sale on (buy 2 get the second half off) i hesitated cause i wasn’t sure how they would break in and now i’m regretting it because they fit awesome now and the other pair i wanted was just the wash i’m looking for now. boohoo. woe is me.

pigeon holed

pigeon holed


i love this photo (via hypebeast) and it made me investigate the jacket itself which i thought i liked but i’ve since been shot down by a comment of “for you?? really??”

i guess i’m stuck in a zoolander-esque ‘one look’