Um, wants it.

via the internets

Before I die...and things I wish that were.

Gulp. Inspiration, at last! Thank you Candy Chang. From her website, "Candy Chang is a public installation artist, designer, urban planner, and co-founder of Civic Center who likes to make cities more comfortable for people."

Well, pretty much I fell in love with her installation "Before I Die."
She covered this ramshackle building:

with this brilliant fill-in-the-blank stencil:

And three short, humanity-driven days later, it filled up with magic.

Responses range from "have fun" to "create a life" to "go 200 mph" to "understand." 

HOW. EFFING. COOL.

Her site details the project. Please check it out, as it's wonderful. She says that once the board fills up, they wash it clean and the process starts again. It's no surprise that other people have shown interest in her installation and putting it up elsewhere.

I'd love to have this on my wall, so I can add to it as I discover new life goals and desires. That being said, I really should start a list...mental or otherwise.

Another project of hers that is similarly interactive is her "I Wish This Was" installation.

Also simple, thought-provoking, and lovely.

What I love about this project, is that it's taken on its own life. Go to the site. Buy stickers. Stick 'em places. Use 'em. Love 'em. 

Candy was inspired by her neighborhood in New Orleans, that still has many abandoned buildings and storefronts. Her installation helps give people a voice, and helps give us an look into the simple things people wish that were.

The nerd in me wants to point out that the grammatically correct sticker should read "I wish this were" as it's the proper subjunctive case. Yet she manages to even address that on her site, saying that she feels "was" is more conversational. Agree to disagree Candy, though I do agree that it's more conversational. and I heart you even more for acknowledging the grammar nazis. 

Briangasm on a Thursday.

becoming human again, and hopefully female

Well, I'm finally creeping back to reality after being sick for almost a week. And not just some sort of sniffly boohoo cold....a huge fever, flu, and now a severe cough.

I feel like over the last 6 days I've embodied each of the figures on the chart of evolution. In particular, the first two.

Saturday was the start of it all. I woke up hurting all over. I rolled around on the ground (like a chimp) whining about how much my joints hurt. I tried to stretch them out but that made it worse. Then my temperature jumped to over 102. Then I started sweating profusely and pretty much gave up all hope of being recognizable as a member of the human species. 

Maybe it has something to do with the inability to walk from the couch to restroom (a seemingly endless 30 feet) without stopping at least once to literally cry in pain. Maybe it has something to do with shivering under 4 blankets while also sweating enough sweat to soak my clothes and soil my sense of femininity. 

Well, whatever it was...it was very primal. And very ugly. 

Now to pull myself back together and become human again. I'd say I'm at the second-to-last figure on the evolutionary chart. I don't know why I'm carrying a spear, but I'm sure I'll figure that out before too long.

A few handy steps to becoming a woman again:

1. removing the fur from your neglected legs (as long as you can muster the energy to do this)

2. deodorant, lotion, and other non-essential pretty-smelling things

3. using full sentences, instead of grunts, whines, and moans

4. put on a bra for crying out loud you dirty monkey woman

5. one well-constructed homemade latte to make you feel just a tad bit classier (you may have to put your spear down in order to do this)

These helpful hints brought to you by the almost-a-lady-again Montastic.

for all you popcorn-eatin' movie lovers

150 of the most famous lines from movies....pretty cool how many you recognize.



In other news, February has not been an inspired month for blog posts. Hmm....what to do?

Bah humbug

I don't like how my two different parking passes are red and green this month. They look like Christmas. And it is definitely not Christmas.

Also, if you are wearing red and green together ever--please be advised that it is NOT Christmas...
...unless of course, this red/green outfit occurs on Christmas Day, in which case...carry on.

Friday Funday Song Send-Off: Bust a Move

No explanation needed. Happy Friday.

The Monmundo

Yes, per the last post, Monmunda is combination of Montastic and mundo...implying that Montastic is as big as the world.

Ok, so fine. It's not that bad. I'm just into my second trimester, which means a couple things. First, it means I've gained a bunch of weight but don't look pregnant. Hence, Monmundo.

I'm ready to "pop," as they say, and actually look pregnant. Unfortunately that may not happen for a couple more months. Oh well. Instead I look like I've been partaking in too many gigantic jalapeno poppers and vats of real butter.

Ahhh, if only that were true. Drooooolz.

Instead, I'm creating life. Baby is about the size of lemon this week. And well, other than knowing that fact and being Monmundo, I don't feel pregnant at all. I'm no longer tired or remotely nauseous. I just...am.

The second thing that the second trimester means is that I'm that much closer to being a parent. What?! When did this happen?

Apparently around October 31st.