my oh my, look at that sky
the view of the sunsets from our office window have been nothing short of jaw-droppingly gorgeous lately. it feels like a little gift at the end of every day that comes with a note saying “here you go erika, thanks for remembering for another day that you’re a big girl now, and you’ve got to be up in that office all day and do what you’ve gotta do to pay your bills and live...
candygrams! *wipes drool from double chin* →
designer jessi arrington’s Love Sick candygram story is perfectionary.
oh, um, no thank you, i'm all set.
a piece of spam mail that stuck out from the rest today. because it is fucking horrifying.
a very good thing, considering most people just toss them rather than thinking to recycle them, and because toilet paper tubes in the US alone account for 160 million pounds of trash. and while there are obviously more effective ways to green-ify your household and life on a daily basis, this is at the very least a good thing for the less eco-minded masses to get on board with. so yay.
Painted in the tears of those who dressed before... →
Motherfuckers think I’m moonwalking when I’m standing still. My only hobby is looking fresh. I repeat, my only hobby is looking fresh to death. I repeat, my only hobby is looking fresh to death on my fucking yacht.
my wallet is in for a kick in the nuts...
the packages of plush be rooollin’ on in already for the big show at the gallery in december. just this morning, mimi kirchner’s tattooed men stole my heart, the lil’ stuffed studs.
pickles & kyle!
eeh, congrats to two of the most wonderful mountain beasts i know. my bone marrow quivers with excitement for that wedding dance floor. wahoo.
Women come and go. Records become tapes become CDs become MP3s. Hair thins,...– A love letter to Elvis Costello. (via theparisreview) i love this. so much.
this time of year makes me excited for a brood of wild little rugrats* to make costumes for someday. *gnarly little boys, preferably.
doing a little research on a gallery in maine that we’re looking to do something with in the spring…and i’ll give you two good reasons why i think this might be the best thing we’ve ever done (and the reason why i’ll happily live in a van parked by the sea the rest of my life poppin out chillun and cooking feasts on a hot plate):
why @shaarona & i need to go into business...
little, inspired, thoughtful operations like this turn the core of my blood-pumper into a gooey, warm caramel pit of happiness to see. sharona can bake delicious cupcakes and other hip-padding treats and i can wield a frosting tube to put staches and googly eyes on everything. perfect. time to quit our day jobs. i heart pies.
a picture's worth a thousand turds
today is a day for
a long-ass stroll. buying food that comes straight from the earth. avoiding drinking establishments.* making a bitchin’ potluck dinner with friends. *unless there to dominate in a pumpkin-carving contest
a genuinely dandy song to kick the weekend off to. i am pee-my-pants-excited about san francisco visitors, a spontaneous din party at the apt tonight, and then boogying the night away to a few more CMJ acts. what a nice little life this is turning out to be.
who will go to germany & pick berries with me?
because here is a nifty tool a friend in Berlin sent to me, it shows all the places in Germany where people can pick fruits, berries, herbs and nuts for free. so you can research directly for what you’d like to pick, and the site shows all the trees and spots available, which don’t belong to anybody. and, they give a short list of rules how to behave. the main rule is to pick only as...
there are 2 kinds of people in this world, those who care if you hear them pooping, and those who do not. i am the latter.
i want one of these so bad i could barf.
guh. more here. so rad.
all sorts of smitten with jeff rogers
because he make beeeeautiful tings.
great googly moogly! meatloaf cupcakes! i’ve always said that someday, when forced to provide sustenance for a family, i’ll cook food exclusively in cupcake tins. good for portion control + fun for a kid to eat. these bad boys, from the Meatloaf Bakery in Chicago, look off the chaaaain. time for a deeeena party methinks.
holy shitmoly. →
i’ve been hoping someone would create just this for so long. alas, here it is: a simple site that helps you locate/add to a database of street wall murals around the world. take a walk and help populate this bad boy, NY looks nakey on the map!
atha: can I tell you something?
me: of course, tell me anything!
atha: you won't tell anyone?
me: no, of course not!
atha: good, cause I'll sue you.