I have a 3 day week, my earliest class starts at 12.30 and on tuesdays I start at 3.30 (but I end at 9). On one hand, that means I don't have the daily heart attack about being late, which is good. On the other hand, I don't have the daily heart attack about being late, which means I take at least an hour to get out of bed. An hour spent reading (in order): emails, facebook, tumblr, twitter and google reader. Technically productive, since I get a daily dose of politics, current affairs and architecture news, but still not what I need to be doing really. Especially when I have about 20 huge books to read, on top of my normal reading, by April.

I need a better reason to get out of bed, and I need it to make me cheery, productive and efficient.

Now is the winter of our discontent

... not made anything at all.

I believe in love.
Love is two people wanting nothing more than each other.
When the rest of the world melts away and it doesn't matter.
When they would do anything and fight anything to keep their love.
When they would do anything and fight anything to keep their beloved.
Because all they need is each other.

That's love.

I just don't believe it'll happen to me, so the futile search has to end. 

so pretty.

Airspace Rebooted from Wallpaper:
"It may have stranded the Wallpaper* team in Milan, but we've found one plus point to Iceland's volcanic eruption. Without the airspace closure, this genius piece of visualisation would never have been possible.

Using data from flightradar24.com, which monitors flights over most of Europe, the one-minute clip starts during the flight disruption and shows the skies gradually returning to life, with each flight path represented by a blaze of light. Spot the people that snuck home by air while the rest of us diligently trekked across Europe. Where was our private jet when we needed it?"

Moseying down the high line and through the west village home, plugged into the glee soundtrack. Sometimes, I really love new york.