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    bobby hull woodcut via Lisa Brawn's photostream

    The good old hockey game

    It was gone for too long … not for me because I only really care as a byproduct of my son caring … but gone for too long for my hockey-mad boy. The hockey strike is over now tho’ and the shortened season is better than no season at all, you can be sure of that.

    Published on Feb 24, 2013 at 8:18 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, art, badass, Behance, big happies, comics, craft, drawing, embroidery, Etsy, event, film, Flickr, freedom, green, hockey, illustration, literature, magazine, music, north, photography, playfulness, poetry, publication, street, theatre, unruly, vintage, weather, words, writing | No Comments
    corey arnold fish-work europe 1

    Do the doing things

    Do the doing things:
    be alive in your body
    Find a place to go and go there
    to Dar-es-Salaam or Dearborn, Michigan
    Sit on the tarmac in the time before up
    Think of what you thought up and dreamed up

    Published on Feb 17, 2013 at 10:27 am.
    Filled under: alive life, art, big happies, clothes, collage, freedom, illustration, poetry, risk-taking, sculpture, unruly | No Comments
    Howard Pyle - An Attack on a Galleon. Illustration of pirates approaching a ship (Howard Pyle’s Book of Pirates) (1921)

    Dreams of boats / boats of dreams

    So many boats in my dreams, this last while. Boats and boats and then again boats. I like boats, always have (particularly those powered by muscle not motor), maybe as the result of having for a father a man who in his youth was a sailor or maybe as the result of my Piscean nature.

    Published on Sep 29, 2012 at 10:53 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, alive life, art, artisanry, Behance, body art, book, catharsis, ceramics, clothes, comics, consciousness, craft, design, design, diy, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fashion, film, Flickr, freedom, glass, graphic, green, handmade, illustration, joy, lagniappe, literature, making, music, novel, painting, paper, photography, poetry, project, publication, repurpose, risk-taking, rowr, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, textile, the happies, transformation, transgression, unruly, water, weather, words, work, writing, yum | 2 Comments
    ewen-lg

    art is tic and all the endings happen

    I’ve been thinking all my life about green and growing things and for weeks have wanted to see Wings of Desire for the millionth time just so I can hear the angel Damiel’s list of what he’s observed that day,

    Published on Aug 24, 2012 at 8:33 am.
    Filled under: art, evolution, flora, green, home, making, mono no aware, photography, poetry, unruly | No Comments
    drawing by peony yip

    A poem I think you should read (6)

    After the Alphabets
    W.S Merwin

    I am trying to decipher the language of insects
    they are the tongues of the future

    Published on Aug 21, 2012 at 10:48 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, anatomy, art, artisanry, Behance, biology, body art, consciousness, craft, domestic arts, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, evolution, fashion, fauna, illustration, language, letterpress, mono no aware, music, painting, photography, poetry, science, sculpture, textile, unruly, video, writing | No Comments
    from a bio textbook illus by charley harper 1961 via insidemyhideaway

    The frog is dead! Long live the frog!

    There’s no rational explanation for how much I love frogs. I mean, there might be a rational tidbitual oddment I could lay down for you  but all the tidy, comprehensible bullet points in the world wouldn’t do justice to how deeply fascinated and charmed and shivered I am by those little half-blood princes, those darling swimmers who leave the water to tuck the soft green of themselves into the grass so they can lie in wait for me, so they can leap in ambush and make me bark a laugh of surprise at their ridiculous bodies, hurled up from the grass, bounced high, airborne.

    Published on Aug 12, 2012 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, anatomy, big happies, biology, consciousness, dreamy, environment, evolution, fauna, Flickr, green, illustration, intersection, joy, literature, loveness, mono no aware, music, painting, photography, playfulness, poetry, science, the happies, transformation, tumblr, unruly, video, water | No Comments
    Fabric and Wire Light Sculpture by Desirae Hepp, via www.flickr.com:photos:desiraehepp

    there in the glow

    when twilight grass looks the way velvet feels or the way warm smooth metal can seem in a dream

    when you sit outside in a day that’s almost night and the fireflies arrive

    all the other places you never know in daylight open out to you

    there in the glow

    Published on Jun 25, 2012 at 3:59 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, anatomy, architecture, art, artisanry, Behance, book, concatenation, consciousness, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fauna, Flickr, flora, green, neon, north, poetry, science, sculpture, shiver, swoon, textile, transformation, tumblr, unruly, water | No Comments
    willy van rooy photographed by helmut newton, 1967

    Prescription

    Once I woke up with the words “your fried arm” stuck in my brain so I looked up how to say “I love you” in as many languages as possible, to make myself feel better. It worked, too.

    Published on Jun 15, 2012 at 2:24 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, dirty little secrets, dreamy, epiphany, Etsy, Flickr, freedom, joy, loveness, poetry, risk-taking, transformation, words | No Comments
    Work by Philipp Igumnov woodcum on flickr

    all in a floaty place

    sometimes you have to lie on a bed
    so your brain can be all in a floaty place

    Published on Apr 15, 2012 at 2:01 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, chaos, dreamy, epiphany, freedom, joy, language, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, unruly, water, words, yum | 5 Comments
    chalkboard truck @ art fair gina mcclure's photostream

    A is for aggregation: chalk

    Because I love the sad and beautiful truth of nothing-can-stay.

    Published on Jul 05, 2011 at 7:13 am.
    Filled under: advertising, aggregation, alphabetica, architecture, art, artisanry, bookthing, design, drawing, dreamy, Flickr, handwritten, holy shit, home, illustration, mono no aware, painting, photography, poetry, public, street, typography, unruly, urban, writing | 3 Comments
    ampersand & typewriter

    I would be brief

    I would be brief on the day I didn’t have a lot to say or, really, had a lot to say but wanted to make the thoughts in my head all compact the way a wintertime child can take a puff of snow and squeeze it into a ball of ice, to make it all hard and small.

    Published on Jul 01, 2011 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, blog, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, dreamy, epiphany, handmade, handwritten, James Cook, language, loveness, making, photography, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, smash, sorrow, street, swoon, transformation, transgression, unruly, words | 1 Comment
    tattoo june 4 #1

    Making the beautiful bookthing

    So yes, I’m making a beautiful bookthing. It’s that wondermental thing known as: a labour of love.

    Published on Jun 19, 2011 at 9:23 am.
    Filled under: art, badass, big happies, book, consciousness, craft, dreamy, epiphany, green, handmade, handwritten, holy shit, hybrid, illustration, indie, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, James Cook, joy, language, letterpress, literature, loveness, mono no aware, north, photography, poetry, project, publication, Roseander Main, shiver, transformation, transgression, typography, unruly, wabi sabi, words, work, writing | 2 Comments
    alphabet via uppercasemagazine.tumblr.

    The writing on the wall

    You know how much I love words and the physical act of writing, how much I love the graphemic grace of  the thing that is written? Yeah, you do. And you know how much I like holding a pencil in my hand and making marks on a paper with it — marks with meaning, I mean — and also how much I like reading a paper full of writing from someone else’s hand? Well, I like all that very much, you know I do, but I like something else too:

    Published on Dec 13, 2010 at 10:13 am.
    Filled under: advertising, aggregation, agitprop, alchemy, alphabetica, architecture, art, artisanry, consciousness, domestic arts, domicile, dreamy, environment, Flickr, freedom, graffiti, graphic, handmade, handwritten, holy shit, home, iconoclasm, indie, industrial, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, joy, language, literature, loveness, making, neon, nose-tweakery, painting, photography, playfulness, poetry, porn, project, public, risk-taking, sculpture, street, the happies, transgression, tumblr, typography, unruly, urban, words, writing, yum | 1 Comment
    Web_Swarm_detail

    A poem I think you should read (5)

    Swarm
    by Cheryl Coon

    Published on Dec 08, 2010 at 8:39 am.
    Filled under: anatomy, art, book, fauna, language, literature, paper, poetry, publication, science, sculpture, transformation, typography, unruly, video, words, writing | No Comments
    stilkey4

    Department of Be Still My Beating Heart

    Dave Kinsey at Fecalface has a treat for you, me, and the lamppost:

    Published on Nov 20, 2010 at 10:59 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, art, artisanry, badass, big happies, book, collage, concatenation, domicile, dreamy, drool, environment, exhibition, furniture, geekery, graffiti, handmade, holy shit, home, joy, language, loveness, making, paper, playfulness, poetry, publication, repurpose, rowr, sculpture, street, the happies, transformation, transgression, typography, unruly, upcycle, words, work, writing, yum | No Comments
    Index by Ariana Page Russell, 2005

    Making words

    In all the annals of object porn, there are no objects that incite greater lust in me than typewriters.

    Published on Sep 21, 2010 at 2:22 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, anatomy, art, artisanry, body art, book, catharsis, diy, dreamy, embroidery, freedom, graffiti, handmade, handwritten, holy shit, iconoclasm, illustration, joy, language, letterpress, literature, loveness, magazine, making, metal, painting, paper, poetry, porn, street, textile, the happies, transformation, typewriters, typography, unruly, vintage, yum | 1 Comment
    found art via onecreativesource' s photostream

    Incidental accidentality, accidental incidentality

    You know what I really love? I love to go to art galleries and museums to look at what humans have made, with intention. But I also love to walk out in the world and find the deliciousness of happy accident. I sure do. I really love both the incidental and the accidental. Like, really a lot I love them. All the funny found little bits and pieces of art or music or poetry that jump out at you and yell “Boo!” or maybe they peer around the corner and breathe “Pssst!” at you but however they approach you, they can all be filed under the heading “Ambush, such a lovely”.

    Published on Jun 25, 2010 at 10:39 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, art, badass, poetry, repurpose, shiver | 4 Comments
    Nancy Cunard photographed by Cecil Beaton, 1930

    Style is generosity

    I think I think too much about clothes — mine, yours, his, hers, theirs, whoever’s. Because really? I think an awful lot about them. Like, an AWRFUL lot. Thing is, when the world is being beautiful, I don’t want to be a blight on it and when the world is being unbeautiful, I don’t want to add to the ick, so I end up thinking a lot about my clothes. And in my thinking, I also think this: I think style is an act of generosity. I think fashion is just merchandising. I think one is qualitatively superior to the other, by a lot, and in my mind it’s clear that the superior one is style.

    Published on Jun 11, 2010 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, artisanry, badass, big happies, book, clothes, consumerism, craft, dance, design, diy, domestic arts, dreamy, drool, Etsy, fashion, hair & makeup, handmade, holy shit, iconoclasm, indie, jewellery, loveness, making, music, packaging, performance, playfulness, poetry, repurpose, risk-taking, rowr, shiver, street, swoon, textile, transformation, transgression, uncategorized, video, vintage, yum | 5 Comments
    Phalacrognathus muelleri – October 2006 by Sipho Mabona, via mabonaorigami

    Dinna fash yersel’

    The world spins on its axis, on and on and on, no matter who comes here or leaves here, no matter how happy or sad you are, no matter, no matter.

    Published on Apr 24, 2010 at 12:43 pm.
    Filled under: art, artisanry, catharsis, clothes, consciousness, craft, crochet, decay, diy, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fashion, fauna, flora, gallimaufry, glass, green, handmade, home, illustration, jewellery, joy, knit, loveness, making, mono no aware, north, painting, photography, playfulness, poetry, project, remembrance, risk-taking, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, sorrow, swoon, textile, transformation, transgression, uncategorized, wabi sabi, weather, work, writing | 1 Comment
    Odilon Redon, Ophelia, 1910, collection of A.D. Lasker, via thinkingwithshakespear.org

    The river

    I make playlists on my iPod and they’re often very theme-y because I am nothing if not a theme-y woman — I like to group and organise. I like to find patterns, or, in their absence, make them. Maybe that’s the curatorial urge. Or the librarian’s urge. Anyway, I have a playlist on my iPod called “river” and I listen to the songs on that playlist a lot, especially when I am despairing because those songs are very cathartic to hear and especially when I am all joyed-up because those songs are very cathartic to hear.

    Published on Mar 29, 2010 at 1:22 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, architecture, art, artisanry, catharsis, concatenation, connection, consciousness, craft, dreamy, environment, epiphany, freedom, illustration, intersection, iPod, loveness, making, music, painting, paper, poetry, risk-taking, sculpture, shiver, smash, swoon, textile, the happies, transformation, transgression, video, vintage | 2 Comments
    Octopus, from Animani, 1980, by Mario Mariotti, via laura@popdesign's photostream

    A poem I think you should read (4)

    How to catch an octopus
    by Patrick Widdess

    Published on Mar 03, 2010 at 12:40 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, anatomy, art, artisanry, badass, ceramics, clothes, comics, craft, crochet, design, design, domestic arts, domicile, dreamy, Etsy, exhibition, fashion, fauna, food, furniture, glass, graffiti, graphic, holy shit, home, illustration, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, jewellery, knit, language, literature, painting, photography, poetry, publication, science, sculpture, street, textile, transformation | 3 Comments
    Untitled #1 (Cloud, Mountain), from the series The Vertical Shadows

    Let’s get lost: the Chet Bakerness of running

    Here’s a thing I just realised. Chet Baker had it right: let’s get lost. That’s what running is, for me: a getting lost, the way you can get lost in very few things, maybe only love and sex and music and physical exertion and the way the air smells in the woods in the fall or the way a cold lake feels on your body when you jump in naked and let all that cold swirl across all your bare skin to leave you gasping and shuddering in a strange beautiful release that’s almost like the moment of orgasm, in the pleasure/pain aspect of it and also in the being completely present in your body aspect of it.

    Published on Mar 03, 2010 at 6:23 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, artisanry, badass, catharsis, clothes, dreamy, environment, epiphany, fashion, film, furniture, glass, handmade, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, intersection, interview, jewellery, music, painting, photography, poetry, risk-taking, running, science, sculpture, shiver, textile, transformation, weather | No Comments
    Vasculature of a porcine heart, via Glockoma's photostream

    Gracious, it’s VD
    I’m in love with the poet Frank O’Hara. The fact that in life he was gay and the other fact that in life he is dead matter not a whit to me because how not to love a man so full of  strange, tender hardassery?
    Published on Feb 14, 2010 at 10:10 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, anatomy, art, artisanry, ceramics, craft, crochet, domestic arts, dreamy, embroidery, Etsy, fashion, fauna, food, glass, graffiti, handmade, home, illustration, jewellery, knit, language, literature, loveness, painting, paper, photography, poetry, science, sculpture, street, textile, words | 1 Comment
    Lhasa blur

    Lhasa de Sela

    A couple of nights ago, a friend e-mailed me with the news that singer Lhasa de Sela had died of breast cancer at her home in Montreal on January 1st, at the young age of thirty-seven. I had had a hard day and my head was full of black miseries, and this news, which I would under any circumstance find dreadfully sad, just undid me, and I cried a long, long time. Which in a strange way is fitting, not just in a crying-is-an-appropriate-response-to-death way, but in a to-hear-Lhasa-was-to-be-moved-by-her way. I’ve had her on my mind since then.

    Published on Jan 05, 2010 at 9:28 am.
    Filled under: art, dreamy, music, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, transgression | 3 Comments
    Dock Ellis, 1971, via The Sporting Blog

    High as a Georgia pine: lovin’ on Dock Ellis

    Dock Ellis Pitches a No-No on LSD
    By Jilly Dybka
    From Elysian Fields Quarterly

    The ball’s big — like lobbing a volleyball.
    And the batter’s box is so far away.
    Tiny ball, red ball, white ball, rainbow ball.
    Wasn’t even supposed to play today.
    The batters are whiffing in slow motion
    Because their strike zone is five miles wide.
    The catcher is wavy like the ocean,
    Before my release, have to time the tide.
    Straight bat, bendy bat, big bat, little bat.
    Feels like I’m pitching inside of a dream.
    I’m flying as high as an acrobat,
    My fingers feel every stitch in the seam.
    I wonder what all the fuss is about?
    I’m just trying to get the guy out.

    Published on Nov 20, 2009 at 10:17 am.
    Filled under: art, badass, bahahahaha, consciousness, film, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, holy shit, iconoclasm, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, language, loveness, performance, poetry, risk-taking, transgression | 1 Comment