Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
As seen lusciously draped over a dining table, not unpalatable whatsoever.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I've been spending my free time looking at wedding blogs and not creating art or really doing anything of much merit.
Atleast this ESB posting about a girl who can pee on her own hair inspired me to squeeze out a post.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Recycle Plant, Austin TX.
(as well as the current state of my bedroom)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
“Drawing from the Modern: 1880-1945"
cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation
i've kissed mermaids, rode the el nino
walked the sand with the crustaceans
could find my way to mariana
on a wave of mutilation,
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation
wave of mutilation
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Bouché, Portrait of Mona Bismarck, Vogue US
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Two Cats Fighting, 1826
John James Audubon, Oil Painting (1785-1851)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Donkey shelter I was sick a lot as a kid and my parents bought me a donkey, named Suki, to cheer me up and get me out of the house.
And it helped. We’d play chasey, or tag, taking it in turns to run each other down through her bush paddock.
She was better at it than me. I’d be running like the world was going to end and within seconds I’d feel her pounding the ground behind me and feel her breath hot on my shirt and I’d glance over my shoulder and she’d be right there, shaking her head like she was laughing. That meant it was my turn to chase her and I’d raise my arms above my head, a donkey-eating monster, and she’d bolt off across the paddock. But as I grew older I didn’t spend much time with her. I was 16 and there were friends and movies and girls to worry about.
She got lonely. Sometimes she’d glimpse me up near the house and she’d honk at me, long and sad. Sometimes I went down to see her, but most times I didn’t.
She also brayed at a couple of donkeys at a neighbours place and eventually it got under my skin. I gave her to the neighbours so that she’d have some company. They owned a swampy block and a year or two later she was bitten by a snake and died.
A decade passed and I was working as a journalist at a community newspaper when a lady running a donkey shelter, Dr May Dodd, rang to say she was bankrupt and would be forced to shoot her donkeys because she couldn’t afford to feed them. She had made it her mission to rescue abused, neglected and tortured donkeys from around Australia and nurse them back to health at her sanctuary, Diamond Creek Donkey Shelter, and now they were starving.
Emotionally donkeys aren’t very different from people. They form loyal friendships, singling out other donkeys and volunteers as favourites. They have a sense of justice and know when they’re being mistreated – abused donkeys often arrive at the shelter with mental health problems. They experience anger, jealousy, happiness, sadness.
If more people knew that I think they’d treat them better.by Andy Drewitt
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tiny sombrero interpretation of a mariachi hat. It is handfelted from fine, pure wool, then carefully hand embroidered, with shiny, golden metallic mouline.$33 via etsy
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Exploding Rat wishes you all a rad weekend.
The idea for the 'exploding' rat - now immortalized as legend - was developed in 1941. The aim was to blow up the enemy's boilers by lying the rat on the coal beside the boiler, with the fuse being lit when the rat was shoveled into the fire. They were never used, as the first consignment was seized by the Germans and the secret was blown.
Monday, February 7, 2011
I'll take a hobnail safe over a head-to-toe stud ensoumble any day.
- ❝Don't worry about people stealing an idea. If it's original, you will have to ram it down their throats.❞
- -Howard Aiken
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Colorwheel by Jonathan Whitfill
The spinning wait cursor or spinning disc pointer — where your mouse pointer becomes the rotating color wheel or "spinning beach ball" — generally indicates that your Mac is engaged in a processor-intensive activity. For example, applying a Gaussian blur to a raw file photograph for a class assignment due in 2 hours in Adobe Photoshop.
In most cases, the "beach ball" disappears within several seconds. However, there are cases when the "beach ball" spins protractedly, a condition colloquially known as "The Spinning Beach Ball of Death" (SBBOD).
Occasional appearances of the beach ball can be expected. Depending on your Mac's current workload, even common tasks may temporarily overtax your Mac's resources such as browsing your boyfriend's 4k song inventory on Itunes or trying to open a youtube window from Dlisted while also browsing huff po for real news.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
visit elise rasmussen
photo bomb: art basel miami 2010
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I have missed you. Fortunately, for me, this little devil has been keeping me warm and toasty at night.
Being apart from the internets has been hellish. Being apart from the internets has been glorious.
How has this time apart treated you?