Tuesday, December 28, 2010

spike ears

Productivity comes in spurts of feeling like I'm going to die and other wrongfully trusted impetuses.

More horrifying occurrences to entertain:

- keep finding bits of cat ear on my bed.
- i can't think of anything more horrifying than that at the time.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

giant vikings

- It figures the one and only time I decide to bet on a sports match game, the fucking dome collapses and the game is postponed.

- I now have a job in sunset park assembling expensive fruit baskets for the holiday lazies. Nothing says I don't know you at all but here's a gift, like a dressed up fruit basket. We also have baskets that say, "Sorry someone you knew that I never knew died," and, "I care so much for you, have this esoteric fruit you don't know how to eat."

here is pudding chairwoman dymple green on persimmons:

what kumquats taste like:


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

"depending on the length of the crotch.."

i want to amass all unecessary but useful life skills that i will never be called on to use in a money-making capacity.
i will begin by mastering the art of folding.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


makr farm ruck sack

stan bitters ceramic plate

absolute sell out three-minute pink hour glass

fang landshark lp

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


"If you look at the handle on the end of that bat, there's an 'x' because it was a reject... The cleat marks at the head of the bat where I hit my shoes, there's indentations at the beginning of the bat. At the end of the bat, it was so deep, there's really deep indentations, the red ink from the foul balls I hit is on it. You can actually see the spot where I made contact with the ball..."
- kirk gibson on his homerun-hitting bat

I read this interview with enzo mari in a magazine this past summer where he talked about our relationships with objects.
How you treat objects can change their very nature, not just physically, but intrinsically. It's funny to think about the idea of family heirlooms and hope chests; even shaker gift drawings. They don't just represent history, desire, or faith. They're not stand-ins for a certain feeling, but are the feeling itself.

I like the part where he talks about rocks:

we're hanging out.

Imagine it's raining outside, this song is playing, and you are surrounded by scrapped drawings, too many pillows, and cat tchotchkes.