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Urban Dictionary: Tim Gunn That Shit

So last week Nathan sent me a link to rule 26 on UrbanDictionary.com. Which is possibly the laziest excuse for a “definition” I have ever seen. It’s a poorly written entry. A much better example is the first listing of rule 34, which is similar to rule 26 but actually defines like a dictionary should. At the suggestion of Nathan, I submitted my first entry to UrbanDictionary.com for a phrase I coined today. I don’t think it will get published for awhile, if it even makes it.

Tim Gunn it
verb – To offer constructive feedback on a design before the design is carried out to fruition. Usually reserved for fashion but can apply to pretty much anything. Refers to Tim Gunn, from the American reality TV show, Project Runway.

Other variations include using names of the judges from Project Runway (“Heidi Klum it”, “Michael Kors it”, “Nina Garcia it”) however, these would be used to criticize something after creation and not before.

“I have the draft done but I need someone to Tim Gunn it.”

“OMG, did you see Betsy Johnson’s new spring collection? Shoulda Tim Gunned that shit when it was still a sketch.”

Source: Mitzi Y., Los Angeles, CA
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Whalebones

The new Man Man album is in heavy rotation right now. I just can’t get over the energy that comes from this band. I want to live in their music. The closest they are coming to Los Angeles on this tour is Santa Barbara, so on April 24th, after work, I am driving to SB with some people to see Man Man and then heading right back.

He’s got a curse around his neck
Like a yoke
He knows
To ever forget
The way she cut through his bed
The way a snake will bite
Through a cave of flesh

But he holds her
Though she’s broken
And swears he don’t care where she’s been
He’s tired
Of being human
Wears her close to the bone
As though she was his own skin
Shoots from the heart
Instead of the head
His mouth and his words
They rarely connect

Looks to the past
And where his tounge’s tread
And knows he meant the opposite

But she holds him
Like an infant
Though it breaks her in half
To know
he’ll wait like a man

So long
Cold indifference
When he reaches for her
She’s gone
She slips like the wind through blackened sails

But who are we to love
At all?
Who are we to love
At all?

I hope you don’t mind
If I hang all of my hopes
I hang all of my hopes
On this time

Although I’ve been warned
I’ll probably get burned
I’d rather get burned
Than to not try

I hope you don’t mind
If I hang all of my hopes
I hang all of my hopes
On this time
Cause you won’t
Let it go

Let it go

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CA Boom V

There were over 130 exhibitors crammed into (and a little bit out of) Barker Hangar in Santa Monica, CA the weekend of March 14- 16 as CA Boom held their annual trade show. This was the 5th anniversary of the show and my first time attending. The event caters to architects, designers, students, and fans of sustainable and innovative home design. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to catch any of the panel discussions or project/home tours that were part of this event but I did browse the exhibit hall for a few hours and came across some great exhibitors.

Among the exhibitors featured was Varian Designs. This San Francisco furniture company takes reclaimed timber and turns it into architecturally inspired furniture. At their CA Boom booth they had two simple yet amazing items on display, a bench and a table.

The pictures don’t really do them justice but these two pieces were easily my favorite items at the show. When I asked what was used to stain the pieces the booth representative informed me that the wood was taken from wine barrels that previously resided in a Napa Valley winery and the color comes from the wine that have been sitting in them for years. They’ve created something not only beautiful but also purposeful, without creating more waste.

CA Boom pictures on Flickr | Varian Designs

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Shit just got real.

All you must hold on to
Is you, is you, is you

One day all them bags gone get in your way
One day all them bags gone get in your way
I said one day all them bags gone get in your way
One Day all them bags gone get in your way

So pack light

-Erykah Badu

My head hurts and I feel like this is all too hard and I can’t do it anymore.

and yet I still just… do it, not in the Nike way. I continue to just go through it like I know what I’m doing. I seem to just follow all the right steps and things are “working,” somewhere between bearable, depressing, and optimistic. yes, it’s a triangle, not a line.

trying doesn’t help. crying doesn’t help. I’m too afraid to stop. What if I stopped this train all of a sudden and it derailed? There would be a big mess. How would I get the train back on the rails? Then I’d be sorry. Then, I know the ball would get stuck in a corner of the aforementioned triangle.

I know I’m the only one who can save me. I know I’m the only one who can fix this. I’m the only one who can make a decision. I can only count on myself. Only me, ’cause in my life there is only me.

But it just got harder.

Don’t tell me life ain’t easy, I already know. I know it can get worse, I know it can get better. I know, I know.