February 2012
11 posts
“Buying birthday cards” is an odd thing to be bad at and probably only made worse by using post-it notes instead, but this morning I skipped breakfast to write out one for every year my roommate’s been on the planet and stick them around the house. Like so:
Edit: she took a better picture of the squirrel.
Sprung
Time for the annual mental spring cleaning playlist.
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The other day at work I was looking for some dry erase markers and found this Ibex Shak, which has been sitting in a closet for almost four years (complete with workplace logo, don’t look too hard). Finders keepers, amirite? I’m also keeping the corner office, the intern, and the occasional whisk-off-to-be-wined-and-dined-in-Manhattan.
So I’ve been warned by more than one...
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Attention writers: applications are being accepted now through March 1, 2012, for the Boyden Writing Residency in remote southwestern Oregon. If spotty electricity, no outside contact except NPR, and trail maintenance duties get your creative juices flowing, take a look. Just remember, “You must be ready to coexist with black bears. Above all, you must be self-reliant.”
I’d...
Tomorrow is National Sweater Day in Canada. (They must have more snow than we do here.) (We have none. I didn’t even wear a jacket hiking last weekend.)
MAVIS.
Make It Do: Remembering the Woodswoman →
makeitdo:
Rob Fountain/Associated Press
Yesterday I stopped and pulled my old copy of Woodswoman from my bookshelf. Looking at it, I recalled years ago (1986?), driving back to all-girls’ camp in Vermont, after several nights hiking and camping in the White Mountains. In the van we were chatting away about the woods when I mentioned my interest in building a log cabin in Alaska and living in...
I designed this. Yay.
Go on and apply. We’ll party in Burlington, too.
January 2012
11 posts
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“Let time be time.”
“Please refer to us as X instead of Y, because it’s good for our SEO.”
– how is this a thing people say? I’m going to go live in the woods.
“What a strange thing has happened as the years went by. The roles reversed....”
– Johnny Otis on the changing blues audience between 1969 and 1989 (via nprfreshair)
LOL, whatever, I just saw DeRobert & the Half Truths and Wyatt Cenac was totally there.
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(NYT)
“When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least...”
– Wendell Berry
“Moreover, tens of millions of Americans, the uncool as well as the supercool,...”
– Kurt Andersen breaking down on why people use the word curation when they mean, like, shopping. Internet!
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NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND YOU WITH A MOUTH FULL OF... →
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December 2011
11 posts
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Art.Sy Genome project →
5% skeptical, 95% wish this had come out while I was writing my thesis. Here’s the site to request an invitation.
(And ooh, if you do, they’ll ask you to fill out this survey)
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It was after dinner. You were talking to me across the table about something or other, a greyhound you had seen that day or a song you liked,
and I was looking past you over your bare shoulder at the three oranges lying on the kitchen counter next to the small electric bean grinder, which was also orange, and the orange and white cruets for vinegar and oil.
All of which converged into a random...
One year I’m going to order a Starn snowflake print instead of sitting here watching the number go down and thinking Dammit.
http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2011/11/02/on-ho... →
November 2011
12 posts
More social media haterade
What, it’s not like I get paid to Facebook or someth—oh.
Why Social Media Is Shit
(Bonus points for referencing Sherry Turkle and Big Daddy Thoreau.)
“…one of the great social pleasures in my life has been to leave gatherings or...”
– What I Didn’t Write About When I Wrote About Quitting Facebook (via nevver)
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“Facts and figures, measurements, understandings painstakingly worked out from a plethora of data—none of this cancels the mystery of the sea at night washing the shore, washing the shore, washing the shore.”
(via The American Scholar) (also on tumblr)
Café Ghia: Café Ghia Signature Cocktail Menu →
cafeghia:
Starting tonight!!
VT Old Fashioned $9 - Maker’s Mark, Maple syrup, bitters, orange Brooklyn Fizz $10 - Brooklyn Gin, Earl Grey simple syrup, fresh lemon, Boker’s Bitters, soda Campari Margarita $10 - Cazadores Reposado, Campari, Cointreau, fresh lime, simple syrup The Sparkling Esther…
I think I promised the lovely folks at Cafe Ghia I’d come back and visit for that VT...
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Best way to wake up on a Monday morning:
- dance party around my desk to The Jarmels with two of my lovely coworkers — and the office dogs
- getting really excited about the number 11 (it’s the best number.)
- tons of coffee. Gallons.
Orange in the middle of a table: It isn’t enough to walk around it at a distance, saying it’s an orange: nothing to do with us, nothing else: leave it alone I want to pick it up in my hand I want to peel the skin off; I want more to be said to me than just Orange: want to be told everything it has to say And you, sitting across the table, at a distance, with your smile contained, and...
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Or as my father calls it, the Berkies (don't call... →
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October 2011
13 posts
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“You look like you want to ask a question.”
“Sometimes in meetings, I don’t know what to do with my face.”
“Just don’t cry. No, if you need to cry, go ahead.”
A guy walks into an art sale...
“So I went to that art sale on Saturday with money burning a hole in my pocket. I looked around for over an hour and there wasn’t one painting/photo that I would pay any amount of money to hang on my wall. Here is my question. Do I just not “get it”? My contention is that since I am the consumer and was looking to purchase something, but could not find one thing there was something I would...
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“You can’t stop the flow of information. You basically have two options: don’t post your work online or do so with the knowledge that interesting images will inspire people to share and alter them in ways both good and bad.”
Really fascinating post (read it all here) on copyright, artistic control, and sharing online. via FlakPhoto on Twitter.