Showing posts with label freezing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freezing. Show all posts

04 October 2010

potential job offer!

Hi,
I am interested in working full time at your pumpkin patch.
I am a 25 year old male, able to lift many pumpkins and available to start working immediately.
Please let me know more about this opportunity.

Thanks,
Erich

19 May 2010

learned at work


oh ponycocks.
i made these at work today.
they may look nice, but i don't think they actually have a point.
i have learned that eHow has one of the worst interfaces
for any website i have seen in awhile.
also that they don't answer emails in a timely fashion.


also that some tasks seem impossible,
and some actually are,
but with enough bullshit and charts and bells and whistles
people are still impressed.
i'm feverish and freezing at the same time.


i can sing my boss's ringtone
(did you know if a singular common noun ends in s, add 's—unless the next word begins with s. If the next word begins with s, add an apostrophe only. (This includes words with s and sh sounds.)
and i know when to quickly switch from antm & fat blogs
to a generic webpage about demand media.
did i mention i earn 1.50 euro(s?) per hour!?
i have friday off i have friday off i have friday off
and i couldn't be more excited.

16 May 2010

Electronic Town


the C/O Gallery was such a sanctuary
in opposition to the (still) disgustingly cold and rainy berlin weather.
our tutor mel invited us, but later ditched us at the coffee shop afterwards.
i don't think she likes ginger tea.

pretty amazing photography in some cases.
the photos really make me want to travel
and take more photographs while i'm here.
my favorites are below:


Anne Schönharting (Auroville, India)


Sibylle Bergemann (Berlin, Germany)


Heinrich Völkel (Gaza City, Palestinian territories)


Pepa Hristova - "Electronic Town" (Tokyo, Japan)


MORE INFO::
http://www.co-berlin.info/

14 October 2009

Or yesterday maybe, I don't know.



bike is fixed!
so i biked for 4 hours.
it was cold.
here's what i saw.

camus' the stranger ruined me.