If it's not Raven, it's crap...

My roommate, Zilv , invented the Wu-Tang cookie . Her latest project is making knitted sneaks. She's super talented and awesome. Here's her prototype.

Part 1 I simply don't have the power of concentration needed to speak off the top of my head. I can't even follow jotted down notes. I need a script. That's what I've discovered since doing my radio show. When I write down exactly what I want to say (more or less), I can see the connections between the words that I'm saying and the point that I want to make. And if I don't write it down, then who knows what going to happen from one sentence to the next. At any rate, I pre-produced my part of the show at the FSK studio last night right after work. In my head, I had all this great stuff that I wanted to say. I just didn't write any of it down. It's a little rambling and disconnected, but I'm pleased with it overall. This is my birthday show. The theme sort of revolves around finding your place in hip-hop culture given the fact that hip-hop is generally considered a youth subculture (peripheral influences on mainstream culture aside). The idea for the

I wore my tore up green Etnies to work today, because I can do that. I've been on the hunt for a green pair of sneakers for awhile now. I realize that I have the power of the internet at my fingers and I could probably re-buy the exact same model, but I feel like that would be cheating. I always feel like I need to have a pair of green shoes in my possession, but I want to respect the memory of the ones that came before.. It began with a pair of green canvas Nike low dunks that I "permanently borrowed" from my mom when I was in the 7th grade and abandoned in Dresden in 2005 (they were beyond saving). It's probably not that big of a secret, but green is my favorite color. The problem is that I have this tick where I need to actually see the shoe in real life. The shoes have to speak to me. Not like speak to me... that's just dumb. I mean, just get this feeling that the shoes will somehow make themselves known to me. I believe this -- I have to -- because I really

My author description on the book flap. I wrote, illustrated and bound a book as a part of a gifted student program when I was in third grade. I typed it all out on my dad's old Smith Corona. Pickles recently found it and scanned it for me. I think it's pretty hilarious, because the book was entitled My Most Embarrassing Moments...Ever! I have absolutely no idea what would ever make me want to reveal embarrassing things about things about myself as an eight-year-old. The content included: receiving zit-stickers in a game of Girl Talk , leaning too far back in a chair and falling over, getting caught putting gum underneath a chair at church, having very short hair that made everyone think I was a boy...etc and so forth. It was like a precursor to my blog, in a way. Here's my favorite chapter called "Boys". My writing has hardly improved in the last 20 years. But, thank goodness for computers and spell check (which I should also use more often...maybe) Click to enl