College life?

I am 28 yet somehow manage to run out of money monthly leaving me to eat like a college student. This also causes ridicule at work by coworkers who just don't understand. Le sigh.




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I am back!

Ok after not touching this thing for a while I am back and even better with an iPhone! What I always wanted to do is post random observations everyday and now I can on the fly! Hopefully something will come up today to get things started right.


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LOST DOG!

Hey.

My friend Elly has lost her dog, Olive was lost near Cat Rock Park in Weston (between Drabbington Way and Lexington) , but may try head home to Watertown.

My portfolio

Hey...finally I have a website for my portfolio, I don't think anyone really comes here other than my boyfriend but worth it anyway to try and get people to see it. I welcome comments.
www.edsteigerwald.com

Love Child?

For quite a long time people have told me I look like either Chris Martin or Thom Yorke. I decided I would do a side by side comparison.

Personally I can see the Chris Martin resemblence but not the Thom Yorke...Am I the love child of these two or merely the long lost sibling of Chris Martin?

What do you think?

Personal. Yes a period.

I can't get over how much I am willing to give for this one person and it makes me happy to feel this way. Finally I have found that man that makes me comfortable and excited at the same time. I can not wait for our lives to mesh into one and become that powerful unit i've been waiting for and i'm sure he has been waiting for.

Lip Infusion...

Sounds cool right? They've got the new shiny packaging, a promise for healthier, moist lips with NO waxy feel, oh and an SPF of 15 (we're all about preventing sun damage as you know)



My god it's the dream product...or Satan incarnate. Here is my problem. I've had a little cold this week and my lips have been ridiculously dry. While I know I own about 4 things of chapstick I can't seem to find them, maybe the cat ate them while on a catnip bender.



Anywho.



In a cold medicine induced daze I go to my local Target, i notice a new package that's well designed and "fresh"...oooh lip "infusion" just the word makes me think it has to relieve my dry chapped kissers. Fast forward to my car...with the new silver ball roller I find myself applying INFUSION (it really needs a sound effect don't ya think?) It's sleek, feels like it's working, has a relatively pleasant scent and taste...



Close up: Looking in my rear view mirror, I see my lips, in all their glory shining back at me like a cheap whore. Now it makes all the sense in the world why the large disheveled man who rung up my order was looking at my eerily.



Point being, it does work very well so in the privacy of my own home behind locked door I shall bask in the glossy whore non-waxy SPF powered moisturizing till my heart's content Blistex Lip INFUSION.






Ooh yea...it's sexy time.

One more Old Greg

The old greg ending...

Old Greg.

I have no idea why but my boyfriend Donny sent this to me...it's creepy but I find it hilarious.

Muxtape

Did you ever want to make and share a mixed- tape but can't find a cassette player to save your life? Here's you solution...Muxtape.

I'm going to make one this evening or tomorrow and share with you.

Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. Indeed.

Enjoy the male version of Daft Punks video...

A little playlist of some songs. The David Ford song has one of my favorite quotes in it.

"Now I don't like using words like forever
But I will love you til the end of today
And in the morning when I remember everything that you are
I know I'll fall for you over again""

UPDATE: Just realized that was the only version of Song for the Road they had and cuts out the verse that I quoted...check him out anyway.

I'm totally intrigued by this artist NIKOLAY SAVELIEV. He recently made faux cd inserts and slyly put them into independent record stores. They are meant to resemble those old school text books, pairing the ridiculous pop culture world with the academic. Check it out.

Gay Fish?

So during lunch one day I was meandering through the grocery store....apparently "Goldfish" have come up with a fun new little project....Gay Gold Fish. I totally have to stock up on these for pride...

I wanna be a power gay couple.

I want to be a power gay couple. I want to have the means to do more and affect more in the world, while having enough left over to comfortably live and indulge my own interests.

Here is a little article from www.towleroad.com about a couple who is doing just that.

L.A. Weekly on Obama's Gay Fundraisers

The L.A. Weekly takes a look at Jeremy Bernard and Rufus Gifford, the gay SoCal-based couple who have raised millions of dollars for Barack Obama's campaign:

"Once the checks are rolling in, Bernard and Gifford then have the full attention of a congressional or presidential candidate, giving them the chance, behind the scenes, to promote their own political issues. It's a level of access gays once only dreamed of, but they are living it. 'Being gay makes you inherently political,' says Gifford, comfortable with using his proximity to power to influence the candidate. 'You see what's right and what's wrong, and you need to do something about it.' Bernard and Gifford have very little, if anything, in common with the Old Gay approach typified by the Human Rights Campaign's need for straight actresses to peddle an agenda. They are the new guard, or New Gays, who are more politically savvy. The New Gays cultivate, work with and fund gay political candidates. They withhold their talents and money from straight politicians who don't follow through on their promises, while supporting those with what they view as a progay track record. And they never seek the straight world's approval for their own gay existence. The New Gays understand their power in today's political system, and they use it. And in this winter's slog of primaries, they just might use it to propel a candidate toward the White House."

Towleroad's original aritcle

I've been googled.

So I just thought to do this....google map my house in Boston. To my surprise It is a clear picture of my house and my car is parked right there in front.

This is some pretty nifty shiz y'all.

Podcast Addiction

So a while back I stumbled upon futureshipwreck and I'm addicted to it...Apart from awesome posts he does a podcast with some of thee most amazing music I've ever been exposed to. It is definitely worth checking out...who knows maybe you'll be inspired.

Subscribe to FutureShipWreck's Podcasts

Automatic toilets...good or bad?

When they flush when you are still sitting on them...bad. I wasn't looking for a bidet.

Thank you automatic toilet for rinsing my tush unprovoked.

Self Checkouts.

Need a competency test prior to using.

Yesterday I go to my follow up with the oral surgeon, in his hot Russian way he irrigates the still enourmous holes in my mouth. Tells me it looks good and with smirk sends me on my way.

This is during lunch at work so I'm hungry.

Interior; Shaws; Porter Square.

Marie Calendars $2.50 I can dig it. Scary bearded man hovering by vegetables (not so much) Checkout time.

Off to the self checkout isle...there are 6, 6 I tell you, registers that one can independently check out with out the hassle of human interaction that Bostonians so fear and loathe. One problem these people neither know how to wait in line or following a bellowing voice matched with on screen instructions I would think a toddler could figure out, god Vsmart is harder than this.

I stand there weighing my options...do I go to the girl at aisle 4 who is staring longingly at the people fumbling with self-checkout hoping the machines don't make her mastery in scanning obsolete...or do I stay in my asocial Boston bubble and just yell at them in my mind until they figure the damn thing out.

I chose the latter.

After much intervention including 3 associates it is my turn.

Scan Shaw's card
scan item 1
scan item 2
click debit no cash
slide card
enter pin
take receipt
leave.

You see people it is not that difficult.

Wisdom Teeth.

It has been one week since the extraction of my wisdom teeth, an experience way too filled with anxiety. Leading up I wallowed and paced wondering what was going to happen...my heart raced and I would feel dizzy just thinking of it. Alas it was all for nothing. I go and meet my Russian oral surgeon.

Side Note: There is something about Russian men that when they talk you believe everything they say. HOT.

Strap on the nitrous fill me with novocaine and start crunching. I listened to Architecture of Helsinki on my iPod while drills whirled and teeth crunched. I wish I could have recorded the experience just in audio form it was sort of surreal. After only a half hours time I am released into the wild with a numb mouth and bleeding holes in my head.

My friend Kimmy comes to pick me up...in the meantime I go to attempt to obtain my prescription pain killers. The feeling of your lips being bigger than Angelina Jolie's after collogen and the inability to speak make it difficult to get your point across. Through a serious of mumbles, hand gestures and multiple forms of ID I place my order.

I stand outside for 15 minutes waiting, bored, attempting to hide what I think my face looks like. The moment of truth, picking up the prescription. This may sound mean but it is not intended that way. The woman who was filling my order I believe was hard of hearing. I don't think she heard me say I had my wisdom teeth out...that being said.

I say my name, i sound a little slow....she responds and sounds just like me. So just imagine what's going on in her mind while I'm trying to speak properly and she has never been able to. Definately my Seinfeld moment for the day. At least she didn't replace my percocet with viagra or estrogen.

All in all it was nothing...I ate a ton of soup had two days off of work and experienced NO bruising or swelling that anyone saw...I am still left with two gaping holes though that store food like a chipmunk. When I "irrigate" as the surgeon put it entire pieces of broccoli appear like I'm David Blane or something. I want to make a photo diary of irrigation...I could be new and modern or some shit.