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31 March 2011

 











21 March 2011

 




Flowers on the internet :









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This hasn't gotten old for me yet :







 




At some point in my life I'd like to live in a metal motor home. Have you been in one? There was an exhibit at the Moma a few summers ago that had an Airstream Clipper. There were empty cabinets, clean windows, and a dry sink. There's something unsettling about seeing a bare place where someone should live. Especially if people are walking through it with you, and their voices echo because there aren't enough things for sound waves to bounce against :


























 




My dad is very tall - 6 feet and 7 inches, which is tall enough to make him duck under most doorways. In college he played basketball pretty well and was picked by a national team in Australia. I know little to nothing about his time spent there, but I have a few facts in my pocket. One is that he and his teammates played some tournaments in the Philippines. They ate a feast with the royal family that included 1,000 year old eggs, which is a lie, because they're really buried in a pit for 20 years. Over time the eggs turn a velvet grey and have the consistency and taste of a dull apple, according to my dad :












16 March 2011

 














 




I can't stop :















15 March 2011

 




I have a spool of tinsel sitting on top of my bedroom mirror that I've kept since New Years. It started as a collar I wore to a little party. The hosts had shoveled snow from a blizzard into a bucket to keep the champagne cold. I've looked up why tinsel is so called, and the Oxford English Dictionary says it's from Old French estincele ‘spark,’ or estinceler ‘to sparkle,’ based on Latin scintilla ‘a spark.’ :











14 March 2011

 




More scanned flowers by Craig Cramer, a gardener from Ellis Hollow, NY :










13 March 2011

 




It's rare I get to be with my favorite people. My chances are few and far between, so when it happens it's in large enough doses to make me dopey :





 




If a spider walks into a stream of thick sap he will almost definitely get sealed inside and die while the sap dries. His legs will be curled in different directions. A 54 year-old engineer in New Zealand will cut the spider out of the sap, polish the amber into a rounded stone in his garage, and then sell it to average built men on the internet :




































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