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    Brokeny

    Brokeny can be a good thing. Brokeny can be a thing I like, and often is.

    Published on May 18, 2012 at 2:31 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, anatomy, architecture, art, ceramics, confession, consciousness, craft, decay, dirty little secrets, drawing, illustration, painting, photography, smash, transformation, transgression, unruly | 1 Comment
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    Yes

    You know what I love? I love “yes”. I love “yes” so much, and so hard, and  also its more boisterous adjutants “hell yes” and “fuck yes”.

    Published on Aug 27, 2010 at 12:22 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, agitprop, alphabetica, architecture, art, artisanry, badass, big happies, catharsis, comics, confession, consciousness, dirty little secrets, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, duhness, epiphany, Etsy, food, freedom, graphic, handmade, holy shit, home, iconoclasm, illustration, joy, language, loveness, making, packaging, painting, paper, photography, playfulness, risk-taking, sculpture, street, the happies, typography, unruly, words, work, writing | 2 Comments
    Coop Spook by Aubrey Longley-Cook

    A flip of the bird

    You know, I’m not really a big fan of birds (the Byrds, yes, birds, no). Okay, truth be told, I find them horrible and creepy, more than is strictly reasonable — if in fact there’s a degree of finding-birds-horrible-and-creepy that could be characterised as “reasonable”. Mostly, of course, my distaste for birds doesn’t matter, doesn’t have an impact on my life — except when preparing a whole chicken for consumption. Yow. Now that is the stuff nightmares are made of. Mostly, however, I don’t think about birds or worry about birds.

    Published on May 13, 2010 at 8:08 am.
    Filled under: anatomy, art, artisanry, book, ceramics, clothes, confession, craft, design, domestic arts, drawing, fashion, fauna, green, handmade, hybrid, illustration, painting, paper, photography, project, repurpose, science, sculpture, textile, typography | 5 Comments
    criminy 3

    Criminy: a criminal investigation

    Gah. Some words are nasty. Nasty with nastyburgers and a side of nasty.

    Published on Apr 12, 2010 at 11:23 am.
    Filled under: alphabetica, concatenation, confession, design, dirty little secrets, graphic, playfulness, project, transgression, typography, writing | 2 Comments
    Leap Into the Void

    Decade reflectivity

    And here we are in a brand-new decade. I like that, a lot, because I’m much attracted to notions of new beginnings, even tho’ a new decade is no more a new beginning than a new day is and I’m still actually living the same life I’ve been living all along. I mean, the digits 2-0-1-0 don’t in any way change the unfoldment of a life. But the symbolism is juicy and yummy and also the questions posed to me about the last decade and the next decade by the very clever Sheila Killian are juicy and yummy and made me engage in some reflectional brain activity, which is generally a bit hard and scary and also deeply worthwhile.

    Published on Jan 04, 2010 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, badass, blog, catharsis, confession, connection, epiphany, loveness, making, mono no aware, north, remembrance, risk-taking, smash, transformation, transgression, writing | 4 Comments
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    Salt

    Last May, I ran a half-marathon. It was a dreadful experience, in ways I can’t, even four months later, fully articulate. I can tell you that I wasn’t jubilant when I crossed the finish line, I didn’t feel the lightness of spirit I had anticipated. Not at all. In fact, I was bitterly disappointed in myself because I hadn’t run the way I wanted to run and because in the months of training I’d done to prepare for the race, I’d lost all the things I value about running, sacrificed them to this goal of propelling myself 21.1 kilometres in tandem with thousands of strangers, in a specific and challenging amount of time.

    Published on Sep 15, 2009 at 8:02 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, anatomy, architecture, art, artisanry, book, catharsis, ceramics, concatenation, confession, connection, craft, dreamy, epiphany, food, glass, holy shit, illustration, loveness, music, north, painting, performance, photography, poetry, risk-taking, running, science, sculpture, shiver, smash, transformation, transgression | 5 Comments