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April 29, 2006

39 tits

... and the 40th is covered by the fat guy's mouth.

I don't generally make this sort of pronouncements about "art", but it's been bugging me in a less specific way and this morning it moved to specific.

Enough with tits as art.

It seems that photography, lately is either tits or subway tunnels. By which I mean sort of urban grunge. Looking at one of B.'s expensive photography magazines, I'm reminded of the term (via someone I used to know) used in the military for porn - generally referred to as "fuck books". I thought, this is supposed to be about photography but it's really a fuck book.

I'm not a prude, naked people can be pretty, but I'm not really finding nude chicks inspiring. First, they are all beanpoles. If it didn't just all look the same it might be more interesting. And I have a theory that photographers who see themselves as arty on Flickr do nudes to get traffic. I'm BORED with it. Get over the T&A. bored bored bored. I think it's a cop out to taking photos that will be SO GOOD that everyone can't help but look at them. With no tits involved. It's lazy, it's a wank. Whatever.

I think art should be more than a wank.

There are certainly photographers that have done nudes well. Interestingly. Mapplethorpe, etc. But they are good enough that you are not looking at the tits. The form of the body makes magic. It tells a story. What most people can't do with their nudes is tell a story. Most people can't do that anyway with their photography. I think, personally, that the focus of creating things, be it photos, paintings, or anything that you hope that someone would hang on their wall or look at for more than a nanosecond at a gallery or in a home is to tell a story. Credenzas have more story to them than just-another-tit-shot.

Photography of people is hard in one way, it takes a good eye to capture the moment that defines someone. One of the portrait photographers I like is Elsa Dorfman and her gianto polaroid. The photos are some sort of crazy but wonderful extension of the Sears potrait studio. And I don't mean that in a bad way at ALL. She captures something in different way. She's able to tell a story.

sigh. Just make some effort people. Tell a story. Make art that says something. If you can really do that and throw in a tit or two, more power to you.

April 26, 2006

yahoo maps suck

i'd like to go on the record*. yahoo maps SUCK. they are killing me how bad they are. and the european yahoo map site! ACK! Yahoo! Blows!

City labels disappear at certain zoom levels.
In order to view the non-US maps with any sort of actual control one must download java. Ok. But if you pass that up the first time it's a pain in the ASS to get back to that point. And I hate deleting cookies that hold all my logins.
The map is too small.
Oh, and that java? It just makes the yahoo maps *almost* like what everyone else is doing. I underscore almost.

Anway. use windows live local. it's better.

*do not confuse this with anything. i don't represent my employer in any way shape or form, my views are mine.

April 25, 2006

trees.... GONE! job possiblity... GONE! cold feet... GONE!

had a great weekend of ripping stuff out of the yard and putting pretty things back in. got one small knitted baby thing delivered to the almost-she of a friend. decided today that a potential job (not contracting) wasn't exactly what i wanted and so i backed out of pursuing it. that could have been stupid, but i'm going to choose to have faith. i've always landed in the right spot. and i remembered to bring my space heater in to work since the AC kicks on in the afternoons. it's a good day!

OH! and the new Freitag came yesterday! RECORD time from switzerland!

April 21, 2006

KOTR

I'm not the only one. (Incidentally Savanna Chik is a GREAT new knitting blog find!)

MrBossMan is repeatedly appalled when I come up with new driving entertainment. I knit, I watch TV, I read. In the drivers' seat.

Having said that (and in that way for effect), let me explain that I sit in traffic. A lot. The drive that takes 20 minutes without traffic frequently takes up to an hour and a half with traffic. I don't knit while pushing on the gas pedal (knitting while rolling forward 5 feet has been known to happen). I sometimes watch something on the iPod - only one earbud in my ear so I can hear sirens and get out of the ticket if need be. And reading - well that's self-explanatory. Everyone reads in traffic.

I finally have a legitimate reason to go from manual back to automatic!

April 20, 2006

digging around

There are archives. Sometimes I poke about in them. It's frightening what doesn't get deleted.

There's also something strangely comforting. My life was so scattered at the point this was written. Going through all the old poetry certainly is a reminder of the angst. And the intense emotions of it all. The love poems aren't all bad, some are still quite sweet and warm my heart that there was a particular type of connection, if only for awhile, and if only long ago.

But love poetry aside, this was a hate poem. I still like it. It was quick to take form. And at least for a moment it shut up the demons:


Now

The way things are now is self-explanatory
It's all so <goddamned> clear.
What amuses me
        can't be tearing your wings off
        I mean tearing wings off of bugs
        you know what I mean.
It can't be what you believe it should be,
you cant just go in search of <fucking> lightning bugs.

I crave light, powerful lightning
        because of the way things are now.
And the sublime deludes me
        and evades me like your mother's maiden name
        I mean like your mother
        you know what I mean.

It's not that complicated.
        When I talked to her she said
"The job interview was horrible -
so I went to see the dogs at the pound
In my beautiful pink brocade suit."
_That_ is the way things are.
Unreachable flowers across a deep river
are just about the only sign of beauty
in this desolate place.

If I can lay the blame, it will be on you.
Tearing wings off bugs is sort of funny in retrospect
        well not to the bugs
        and not to me, I wont do it now.
I only wanted to because they were your wings.
And bugs don't get it, the way things are.
        You don't know what I mean.

I have only seen her in pink brocade because of you,
A flaccid wingless sublime of pink,
        because when the beauty died you still kicked
        the place where it slept every time you came in the door
        just like it was still breathing.
There is no way I can make it clearer
If you learn one thing, make it something you enjoy.
I certainly don't think about bugs all the time.

____________________march 1992

zakka's sister country

aichaku

i love when other languages have words for what it takes a paragraph to explain in english.

and aichaku is just as lovely an idea as zakka.

April 18, 2006

ready for my close up...


buck's been working on his flying lately. strangely enough it paid off. at least for a couple of hours tomorrow he'll be making more than your average office assistant.

his first video shoot is tomorrow. you might see it. you might see buck on TV.

April 17, 2006

Miss Masie Plum in her new apron and slippers


new apron!

dorks in the kitchen


whipupSaturday I made our aprons - funny grandma fabric we found at the going out of business sale at a local fabric store.

So, since it was the right time frame (and mostly fit the theme) I thought I'd throw it in the pile for the first Whip Up / Whiplash challenge!

But more than that I'm proud of myself for doing these without a pattern or really measuring other than holding up the fabric to my body.

I don't sew. I buy fabric in the hopes that one day the skill fairy for quilts will show up. I just winged it. And it worked out!

April 13, 2006

petite zakka


"Let simple and old-fashioned myself stay with you, while ordinary things have been disappearing in the world."

I was given two swell little notebooks from Japan just now. And I think they have indirectly been guided by the universe as the answer to my question of zakka.

I know in general what zakka means - loosely paraphrased as the enjoyment and apprecition of the spirtuality of daily things, in the physical sense. Something like the spirituality of the right cup for tea or the humbly simple design of something.

Awhile back I asked around to those who might know - and there was no reply from anyone. Maybe it was the universe guarding its secrets.


But then the words on this tiny notebook appeared. And maybe it is the answer.

April 11, 2006

Harper Rose McCartney

I love when I get backlogged on entries over at Yarnstorm. It's like saving up a stack of goodies.

I love that Jane pays attention to names. Avery Bean and Lenora Button!!!!! Those may be the best ever. Although I did get the initial inspiration for A.'s southern name (Masie Plum Drinkwater) from Yarnstorm as well. And mine was Cordelia Rose Beaupre before the Buffy character came around.

Growing up I desperately wanted a nickname, I tried all kinds of things. One of which was Corky. God knows. Thankfully it didn't stick. None ever stuck. And now.... I answer to about 6 things pretty consistently.

Were I going to name a child there are many many permutations of names that I like. I'd probably have to give birth to a couple of scout troops to use them up. Since I'm not planning on breeding, maybe I should start naming everything else.

I'm currently listening to Lazlo, my iPod.
Hello, this is my handbag, Eleanor.
Hello, please have a seat in the living room on Catherine Grace.

April 05, 2006

hello brown toe


the first socks i ever started (other socks have been knit in the mean time) are now finally done. moments ago i finished weaving in ends.

needless to say i ran out of yarn, and i'm not crazy about yarn choice so i wasn't about to go buy more. i happened to have brown in the same yarn, so that's what i used.

the pattern (nancy bush's little arrowhead lace) was just fine and swell, but i'm not a big fan of the encore.

but the socks fit, and they're done!

April 02, 2006

i wish i was 8 years old with a lot of money and a drivers license

or at least that's what i told the clerks at land of nod yesterday. i had never been in there and b. and i were wandering around looking for that perfect piece of furniture to hold up the sink. the kids stores sometimes have smaller stuff which would work. they didn't have furniture we needed, but oh my god the stuff they had is so adorable, and while i'm not inclined to breed, if i had a kid i'd want to drop some serious cash in there. lots of great stuff.

i caved in to the pressure of the knitting giraffes. there was more adorable art - having said that it's probably more than i'd spend in general on a glicee print under normal circumstances. there are many places online you can find beautiful signed silkscreens for $20.

but my favorite thing (aside from the general vibe of good music, beautiful lighting, and some great vintage toys) were the quilts. there was a girl's quilt covered in doll dresses . Completely adorable.

we didn't find the sink stand yet. i think we've settled on making something. but when you spend months looking for what you need, at every store known to man, it gets disheartening. everything and nothing is a possibility. we broke down in to crazy giggling walking back to the car. "THAT could be a sink stand! just take the garbage can and flip it over!, NO NO, here's a pile of wood! NO! better yet! if we took that chair and put styrofoam containers on it...." post shopping stress syndrome.