Sometimes I wish the visual reminders that everything I do falls apart weren't so...so...present.

As in.

Where once was a thriving minature ecosystem of  singular goldfish and multiple happily reproducing snails,  was this morning a bowl of wet smelling death. And is now a bowl with a couple rocks and half an inch of foul-smelling water.  If ( Read more... )

Even though maybe we are mostly city folk here, and in fact, maybe even because of that, I'd like to submit the Dot Of Approval Nature Moment Of The Week, featuring Richard Attenborough and a very lovely lyre bird. It's almost soothing, slightly disturbing, and very brown and British.

"That was a camera shutter....And again. And now a camera with a ( Read more... )

Did you know that there was lace made of human hair? I am sincerely doubting that there are still people out there who make it.

However. My recent fascination with collodion photography has, in my opinion, panned out pretty well, since I have discovered that there are still folks who lug around turn-of-the-century cameras, and are not entirely ( Read more... )

As evidenced by this guy.
And I don't even watch 24.

    I used to think that printmaking was in some way the be-all-end-all art and creation and self-realization. I thought that teaching children the basics of what it means to be able to produce multiple copies of a particular idea would then enable them to not only spot mass media, but also to create their own, and thus, learn how easy it is to ( Read more... )

"Dot down the block is probably watching Merv; she has a lady who comes in three times a week to clean . . .and of course, she doesn't have any kids . . .but of course, she drinks. Still, she seems happy and all, and if her husband is bothered by anything HE doesn't show it, being a doctor and all. Probably carrying on with a nurse, though . . . ( Read more... )

Here. It's Johnny Cash and Big Bird. If that doesn't toast your cockles, then you, my friend, are a cold and heartless thing.

If Adam Gopnik weren't so married and happy with child in, apparently, New York (after a sojurn in Paris resulting in a well-regarded book), I'd have tagged him as my late Valentine this year. It wasn't enough that he penned a stellar article on the dissonance between cultural perceptions of C.S. Lewis in Great Britain and the United States, oh no ( Read more... )

Here.

Occupy yourselves.

Because there aren't enough magically delicate pretty things around.

Goes well with music by Joanna Newsom and the Polyphonic Spree.

If only you'd click here, why, then you could see a smattering of photographs I took on my oh-so-recent trip.

But you won't click, will you?

Naw, I could tell.

You just don't look like the type that's up for clicking.
Pansy.