I saw a tv show about Wild Boars today, and it made me wish all pigs in factory farms and farms everywhere in America could be free and be wild boars. I think I will participate in National Screen Writing Month starting in a few days, and write a script about that. I remembered a book in our house called A Day No Pigs Would Die, and I thought maybe the book was about that hope. Unfortunately...
A Humble Lesson
I was watching a guy tonight on the show “I’m Alive”. A shark attacked him and he lost his leg. He had just graduated high school and was going to throw all his energy into becoming a dancer, which was his true passion. In the ambulance, he asked his friend “is my leg still there”. His friend shook his head no, and the guy said he was devastated. However he got a...
telling it like it is
“I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion. “Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?—a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and...
Tybee Island, Georgia
The Last Song: an unintentionally hilarious movie. Watched for research purposes only, of course. But doesn’t this look fun? It was filmed in Tybee Island, Georgia.
truths from the Oatmeal
from “why emails go unanswered”: from “7 things you don’t need to take a photo of”: on clapping: Read this one for Major laughs— calling customer service— hilarious: from “if you do this in emails I will hate you”: From “why I don’t cook at home”. the whole comic is hilarious and too true:
no matter how long the winter, the spring is sure to follow.– proverb.
Elsa Billgren goes to Paris
elsa billgren take a trip to Paris.
the birth of spring
via once wed
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculite patterns that were maps of the...
keeping things in perspective
the cat over at the finnish blog Chocolate Circus (great name). I feel like I could have a career turning blogs into picture books. This blog could be a children’s book about this mysterious cat’s life living around a house out in Finland. Come to think of it, there was a similar children’s book to this, The Rabbi’s Cat, which I thought was great graphic...
vintage circus costumes
old circus costumes on display at a store in the west village, called Geminola, scouted by Heather Taylor of the blog LA in Bloom.
Julie Newmar, lover of roses
Heather Taylor, blogger of the blog L.A in Bloom, went on a walk and saw a beautiful garden. It happened to be the garden of the original catwoman, julie newmar, (“thanks for everything Julie Newmar”—aladdin “you ain’t never had a friend like me”). Ms. Newmar invited this blogger into her garden for a tour. Ms. Newmar is a rose collector, even has a rose...
ode to a shirt
I bought that very shirt in the above photo. The woman in the picture is the Swedish fashion designer Agneta Eckemyr. I created the following tableau for the shirt in which i tried to capture the essence of the shirt with available images. I also rearranged them in an order which could possibly be like someone remembering an experience, like a summer trip. Another cool way to think about it...
deborah kaplan’s closetvisist
another pic from closet visit.
pic from closet visit of sunshine fox.
Another closet visit
pics from the closet visit of NIcole Simone
pics from the “closetvisit” of Giorgia Tramontano. What a great name.
Don't Get Too Frustrated, poems by Toyo Shibata
Really, to call it unhappiness Don’t sigh Sunlight and zephyrs don’t play favorites. Dreams are seen equally, you know. Though there were hardships in my life, I’m glad I went on living. You should too, without getting frustrated. translation of a poem by Toyo shibata’s, 99 year old bestselling author of self published poetry in Japan, by an author of a blog called Tokyoremix. He...
I’m getting really into listening to music— for me at least. It’s weird, I used to hate what was played on the radio, like top 40, but now I love it. It will be cool to say when someone asks me what kind of music I like to listen to— top 40 hits. I’ve never heard anyone give that answer before come to think of it. I had a really fun time in East Hampton this weekend....
the old ruins
The costume ball at the old ruins will begin at 4.
a white pinafore kind of day
freedom is hard to love
table for one
eat pray love
“I saw you once, Medusa, we were alone I looked you in the cold eye, cold. Was not punished, was not turned to stone— How am I to believe the legend I was told?” —May Sarton