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Confessions of a Designer - Quotes from the world of design (by Anneke Short )
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So far, we all agree that I have an awesome dog, right? But take this where the authors of the article in question go. Akitas are the only kind of dog. If your pet does not share the characteristics of my Akita, your pet is not a dog. If the county dog warden starts recognizing any breed other than Akitas as a dog, the species will weaken, the word “dog” will become meaningless, and you will impinge on my freedom to own a dog. Do you see the gray hairs around Caboo’s nose? He gets a new one every time somebody calls a Pomeranian a dog. It’s like kicking a puppy. Unless you hate dogs, stop immediatly.
Robert Pattinson: “If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.”
(Source: alelopezg, via vogueandcoffee)
A.J. is fast asleep, and he has to get up really early, but I left him notes around the house to greet him in the morning, since I will be asleep when he leaves for work.
On the coffee pot:
On our cat food cabinet:

Where he hangs his keys:

On the bathroom mirror:

On the front door:

And on his closet door:

Here’s hoping he doesn’t think this is lame.
In an effort to keep things a little bit more organized, I have transferred all the food-related on this blog to a new blog jewelskitchen.tumblr.com. I will continue to update both blogs, but all food-related posts will be at Oven Lovin’.
Thanks.
I’m writing this on the R train as it rattles slowly along toward Brooklyn. I’m headed to pick up my 6-month-old daughter. I’m writing because I’m still reeling from what occurred on the Times Square subway platform a few moments ago. I was walking to the end of the station as I…