jersey is the new black

Here's a resource for anyone who has just moved (this includes you, ms. ryan) or for anyone who just likes to reimagine their home constantly (ahem, mom. and, for that matter, me.)

It's called my deco file -- an online filing system for "inspiration boards."

Inspiration boards are used by interior decorators to give a client a sense of how a room will look. But now they've migrated to the amateur design bloggers as well. I never got into them -- too holly hobby for my tastes, despite the tech element.

But I started keeping a deco file of images for our new place -- fabric, paint, etc. So far it's proving easier than my old technique of holding as many browsers windows open as possible simultaneously.

Enjoy! (You can find mine here.)

Okay, I'm posting the link for these, but don't be mad, cause I know they'll be gone in a hot second.

Super cool.

But all of this election craziness has made it impossible for me to stop checking out videos on youtube that explain what the alaska independence party is and show two GOP pundits revealing their true feelings about their hastily chosen candidate for VP.

Perhaps the best part of youtube is finding a comment that reflects exactly how YOU feel:

This photo series made me awfully wistful...

A thorough guide to all things design in my old home town...

My address got a walk score of 91 out of 100.

How's yours? (click here)

I should love ID Magazine, but I don't. Somehow they take design both too seriously and not seriously enough.

[Case in point: awarding "Best in Category" in their Annual Design Review to the iPhone. The judges admit that it's a predictable move bound to inspire Onion-style headlines (i.e. "iPhone Delights, Amazes Roomful of Design Types"). But they just can't help it! Apparently they think that by pointing out their own lack of originality they can make the decision seem amusing and clever...]

However, while browsing their site, I spotted this radio by Singgih Kartono and had to share.

Yesterday, I was in my local Starbucks, reading Walter Benjamin, when Mos Def walked in.

Contrary to the musings of this infamous blog, everyone in the whole place was excited -- black and white, young and old.

Take that, Brooklyn!