Apparently

(Edouard Leon Theodore Mesens- Masque servant à injurier les esthètes. Ironically, I got yelled at for taking this.)

The verdict: I'm still batspit, but my blog title has changed and the address multiplied, apparently.

andre jordan rocks my socks

I spotted this stunning encapsulation of why I do what I do and why I read what I read- instantly I headed to the site. And wow. Andre Jordon is awesome, awesome, awesome (only one less awesome than The Almost Royal).

The art is fantastic, the blog flippin' brilliant, the shop threatening to deplete my already depleted bank account, and something called BBC ouch demanding my whole day off to peruse the site and all its links.

Makes me wish my own doodles were more like art and less like doo.

Metaphore, Simile

Fascinating (long) NYT article and youtube time-lapsed footage of a man trapped in an elevator for 41 hours.

yep, you heard right. forty. one. hours. alone. in an elevator.

The guy was just heading down to smoke a cigarette, so he left his jacket behind. No one to talk to, no way to tell how much time has passed-- it would probably make me crazier than I already am. The video is so lonely, so... upsettingly familiar... reminiscent of... I won't say it. I'd just hate to be that obvious.

I wonder, would it be better to get stuck in an elevator with another person, or would it be better to get stuck alone? I'm sure it depends on the person you're stuck with. But for me at least, anyone would be better than no one. I could do a life history in that time and come out calling it fieldwork. But, I'm forced to ask myself, then what happens when if you have to poo? If you're alone in a trapped elevator its not such an issue, but with two... well, poo looms large. [ed. note: that's as fun to type as it is to say. Poo Looms Large. hehehehe].

I wonder what I would have done. If I was wearing a jacket that day I would have taken it, but I might have left my purse upstairs. If it was nice out and I didn't wear a jacket I would have had my purse, and that, ladies and gentlemen, has enough in it to sustain a small community of artists for a week. Books, pens, paper galore, I think I even have a small packet of anti-biotic cream and a band-aid in there. Moral of the story? Take your purse, you may need it. I'm talking to you too guys. I know you've got one. Sure, you may call it a back-pack, you may refer to it as your grocery sack, but a bag is a purse is a sac is something to do when you're trapped in an elevator.

Elevators are excellent social science laboratories-- don't believe me? Just try facing the wall next time when you get in-- the laws of elevator proxemics are rigid and strict. Break them and it causes all kinds of discomfort.

And yes, I realize the photo has nothing to do with the post, thanks.

Color I Can Afford

I’m obsessed with color. Maybe obsessed isn’t the right word, but I can’t think of a better one. Regardless, I love color, and have been known to disappear into the website colourlovers for hours—though only check it out if you have a lot of time to kill (this means YOU Smoothpebble). I was tipped off today by A Geek in Anything but Pink about a firefox add-on to color-code my tabs. Frivolous? Maybe. But it’s colorful frivolity and therefore, I must have it.

worm art!

Another mesmerizing time waster here, worm painting and a few other cool generators.

the meaning of meaningless holidays

I have a new favorite website. Better than a website of websites, this is THE site.

At this point you may be wondering, 'what kind of site is it? Why has she not linked to it yet? Why has she said nothing gushing, nothing snarky, nothing at all of any substance or amusement about it?

Well, I answer you, somethings are just too fun to mar with commentary.

Decide for yourself, narrate and forward as you will.


And whatever you do, don't follow this link.

Bat Spits

The NYT had an article this morning describing the mass-deaths of bats that are occurring in the US. "In what is one of the worst calamities to hit bat populations in the United States, on average 90 percent of the hibernating bats in four caves and mines in New York have died since last winter."
Apparently over three species of bats are dying in record numbers in their hibernaculums (winter resting places): little brown bats, Indiana bats, and small footed bats. Unsure the exact reason and causes for the deaths, scientists are referring to the phenomena as 'white nose syndrome'.

What do you think? What's killing off all our pollinators?

Also, I'd been looking for a reason to use Montage-a-google. Just enter your search word and the program compiles linked images.
This is the result from searching for "Bats".

so bad, it's good

Last night I fell asleep reading all the posts from Photoshop Disasters. It looks like their site has only been up a month, and they've already been 'cloned', according to the comments. Funny stuff, funny stuff.

in which she procrastinates

I found this group of bloggers the other night called 20 something bloggers. So far, I've already found another blogger in my hometown (hi Laura!) and with a population of only 25,500 that's quite the feat. I've found so many interesting blogs I hardly know where to start reading. And they're all so honest. I don't know if I can write with that kind of honesty here, but seeing how well it works for others, I just may give it a try.

And weirdly, I feel pressure to step-up my own blogs, make them as interesting as the ones I've been finding.
Maybe I'll take one of their prompts, or memes, or whatever the hell the word might be, and use that as a jump-start for creative blogging.

But, if I'm going to do any writing, it really ought to be for the two term papers hanging over my head that are making breathing and writing and eating and waking up the most stressful events. I'm a little stress ball.

I need to find a man and a woman this weekend to interview about 'what it means to be a man' or 'what makes a good man'. Unfortunately, it seems I only have guy friends, and when asked that question they do NOT respond well. My co-worker laughed and ran away. My buddy responded "Hotdogs. Hotdogs and beer". and then refused to say anything further. And while I like his answer I can't turn "Hotdogs. Hotdogs and beer" into a workable paper.

So, when I finish this and take a shower, I'm going to start writing about Women in Agriculture. Or maybe about the urban community garden I worked with in Memphis. Or maybe I'll send out those emails I've been meaning to... or I'll dick around with photoshop and read endlessly entertaining blogs.

I've had this turning around in my head for a while: if you like snarky, self-obsessed, highly privileged, wine drinking, book reading, needy, verbose, acerbic, witty, debt building, and culture humping blogs, then 20 something bloggers is for you.

(I fit most of those.)

stuff white people like

I laughed and laughed and giggled and laughed at the blog Stuff White People Like. Each post has hundreds of comments; the author really knows how to get a rise out of people.

I found it frighteningly accurate and supremely funny.

Wish I didn't relate

Someone took garfield out of garfield. Its so sad... and awesome.

your new bicycle

Apologies, first off, to all my international friends who (rightfully) don't give a lick about American politics (usually neither do I).
While I'm a fan of Hillary Clinton, Barack Obmama left me a blog comment... and he folded my laundry... and saved his desert for me.
Fun site from Barack Obama is your new bicycle

Remember to drink plenty of water

found at the bureau of commnication

Twisted and Cute

Terry of bent objects makes fantastic images from everyday objects and bent wire. A little dark and terribly cute-- just the way i like 'em

CD Cover-Art

photo by flicker user lulubryon
Cover art meme to satisfy your inner rocker. Instructions to make your own CD cover art, found at subpar.

1. The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
3. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

There's a flicker site dedicated to the meme, here.

Thanks Tastespotting!

I entered a contest awhile ago at one of my favorite food blogs- Tastespotting, and won a new camera!
I've always been a huge fan of Notcot, such cutting edge posts, so five-seconds-ahead on the cool-ness scale--
They seem to be as obsessed with detail and design as I am-- the buttons and letterpress card they sent just made my day!

So supposedly this baby goes underwater. I think I'm going to visit my friends with fish tanks this weekend....

Bread!

This is the first loaf of bread I've ever made- looks pretty, doesn't it? It didn't have a lot of flavor, but maybe next time. I'm letting some milk spoil on top of my fridge right now to make sourdough bread-- we'll see how it turns out. it sure looks nasty now.

I hope ya'll enjoyed Santa's Ghetto, I thought it was awesome, which is why i left it as the top post for so long.

Santa's Ghetto

Found on Santa's Ghetto, 2007, which brings artists like Bansky, Paul Insect, Ron English, and Faile to the streets of Bethlehem... Bansky's piece above was finished by local kids after he left in order to diffuse the 80+ crowd that had gathered. The wall marks the spot where 40 people were killed (bullet holes on top of wall).
I absolutely love Blu's work too- one of the army men made of money being blown away by a giant infant-like monster was powerful. The artwork for sale in the shop is pretty damn fabulous too.

'protect our lives and fuel'

I wish I knew the artists name, but I couldn't find it anywhere on the website. Very interesting... familiar...
Click to watch the short animation, here to watch Bendito-- The prayer says it all, I think. I don't want to quote the whole sentance but it ends "and praise your loving ideals of justice, fairness, and consumption".

so good.

(you're welcome.)

56 Geeks

created by Scott Johnson of Extralife, click here for the full poster (or to see the other 50 geeks).