Courtesy of the article Paul linked to yesterday, I have learned that “Hawaii has been at the forefront of meth use in the country. We’ve had an ice problem since the 1980s, and the rest of the country has only had it for a few years.” That’s right. Back in 80s when everyone else was lagging behind, blowing all their money on cocaine and fuzzy navels, the Hawaiians were enjoying the cool, fresh and wildly addictive methamphetamine known as ice. I’m assuming that’s why so many things are so incredibly backwards right now…

In other news, I can’t get the food the dog has eaten his entire life (Flint River Ranch) shipped out here, so I have switched him to the highly rated – and hilariously expensive – Blue Buffalo. I lugged the 30-pound bag home before I thought to read the label, and I was pretty disappointed to learn the food doesn’t actually contain blue buffaloes. False advertising, if you ask me. I may have to send them some hate mail or a letter bomb or angry crayon drawing or something.

I’m obsessed with the ‘Hipstamatic’ iPhone app. It makes me remember the time when I was about nine years old and my mom had me take a bunch of pictures for her for her CPA license with one of those cheapo wind-up cameras. I still remember her yelling at me when she got the roll back and discovered that I had (accidentally) cut the top of her head off in each and every frame. I seriously didn’t take one good one. I think this was also the timeframe in which I wasn’t wearing my glasses because someone told me I looked better without them. The two are probably related…

Anyway, I get a kick out of how you shake the phone to randomize the “film” and “lens” and then potentially – accidentally, again, of course – evoke a period or catch kind of a cool moment that the true crystalline version lacks.

Like this Hitchcock-ian shot I call, “Is this working?” Note my impressive magnetic poetry situation: I am poeming it up.

Or this, 70′s moment, which makes my house look more impressive than it is, especially with the fur rug behind me: very chic in a Lauren Hutton kind of way.