When we were in New York a couple weeks ago, I found this phone in Brooklyn.
I am really trying to get this phone back to its rightful owner, so in the interest of being a good Samaritan, I’m going to post the pics from the phone’s Instagram account on here and see if anyone recognizes any of them.
Although, to be fair, the phone’s kind of old. From before 2007, even. So I wouldn’t be surprised if no one claims it.
Brooklyn street scene?
The owner’s mom?
Girlfriend? I think she might be Russian. Really into steampunk.
1980s ironic theme party.
Hipster’s apartment in Brooklyn?
Regina Spektor concert.
Shepard Fairley’s latest at his studio?
Brooklyn street with ironic tophat?
Now that even us Hunchback of Notre Dame peons can access Instagram (I’m @veekaybee), all I do is sit in my belfry hunched over my phone and look at the pretty pictures from around the world. Sometimes I take some, but mostly there’s something about seeing everyday life in far away places that is the billion-dollar appeal of Instagram for me.
Of course, this is all a huge bubble and we’re going to hell in a handbasket, because, really, who buys hipster Polaroid for a billion dollars? but in the meantime, here are some of my favorite recent pictures. (BTW, I use Pinstagram online for this ish)
(Moscow) by nastyrudenskaya
(Delhi) by @lucido22
(Kuwait) by @doctorfun
(Israel) by @abaroz
(Paris) by @parisbug
(Jaffa, Israel) by @nivcalderon
(Italy) by @andycarvin
(Baku, Azerbaijan) by @mizojist
(<3<3 Edinburgh) by @dededobler
(somewhere near the ocean) by @dubphonics
(Saigon, Vietnam) by @vanishedsky
We haven’t done much with the house over the past month, but I’m looking to get back into it before the winter strikes.
So, we’ve finally started hanging pictures in the house. Before, we just could not agree on anything. Then, a couple weeks ago, we went to an arts festival that had some very cool original photography.
It’s not all that exciting because the art is so small and the walls are so naked, but it’s a start.
Here’s the kitchen en progresse: (complete with iPad and fake flowers)
And here’s a closeup: (clicky for even bigger)
And here’s the wall near the door. It’s my favorite photograph because it’s a pony in Mongolia tied to a gas station.
And here’s the closeup:
We also now have both a clock and a hamsa at the entryway:
And once I get a frame for this one, of Ellis Island in 1904, it will go there, too:
I also love this one in our office/library:
And we finally got some shelves for the space! (that’s one of three we filled up, and we’re going to have to go back for more)
What’s most interesting is this poster Mr. B purchased, which he hung crooked not on purpose, but now that he sees it’s bothering me psychologically, he claims it’s a form of torture, because “I don’t have to look at it, you do.”
Horrific. I hope these pictures shame him into reconsidering. If they don’t, can you leave a comment about how anal-rentive people are driven mad by any picture at less than 90 degrees?
P.S. Here are our bookshelves. Can you tell whose is whose?
I cannot tell you how excited I am to be typing this from my iMac, which now has a temporary table. That I can put my camera on! And upload pictures! Praise Bahá’u’lláh.
Ok. Here we go.
Here’s a lawn gnome that my mom got me as a present. Because I think lawn gnomes are creepy and I love them. And because she thinks that Mr. B and I are huge NERDS. It’s not an inaccurate assessment, but it still stings.
Here’s my grandpa assessing our bedroom color. He didn’t have too many kind words for it, either.
Mr. B assuming his natural position in our empty, empty living room.
But then we got a couch! But the legs don’t fit, so we have to sit on it on the floor. It’s a hipster couch. Doesn’t matter. Mr. B will sit on the hipster couch.
Oh, and this is part of my kitchen. Most finished room to date. And yes, I picked the orange color.
And I love it. It’s better when there are lots of people, lots of food, and lots of pretty flowers in it.
Last, this is me and my friend Mr. Roller. By the end, we weren’t really friends anymore.
More pictures later, when I find the rest of my computer.
Update: Hooray to Suzanna!
Guess what I finally found in the Swamp of Boykis Belongings that is Mr. B’s mom’s basement right now? My beloved camera connector. Which means more pictures!
Here’s the first one. In an idea I got from Megan, how about a caption contest? Winner gets to proclaim he or she is the winner of my comment section. Which in the grand scheme of things means nothing, I realize.
This picture was taken in January, otherwise known as Helluary.