OFFER: 2 Gallons Purple Sherwin Williams Paint
I have a friend who wanted to paint her master a light purple color, but she didn’t like it. Let me know if you’re interested asap! Thanks!
Must be willing to drive to Dubuque.
Miniatures (II)
The Leo S. Singer Miniature Room Collection at the Palm Springs Art Museum consists of 12 miniature interiors that depict the theme of laundry, a subject with special significance for Mr. Singer.
More firm is better.
From last week’s email:
This may seem like a strange question, but it has to be asked.
EVIL PEOPLE IN MODERNIST HOMES IN POPULAR FILMS
Alexander Trevi (he of my longtime favorite Pruned) twittered about Ben Critton’s Evil People in Modernist Homes in Popular Films, then followed up by linking to these snaps of said publication.
Walk into the jaws of hell
Bristol was part of a team led by New Zealand filmmaker/volcanologist Geoff Mackley, at Marum volcano on Ambrym Island, trying to capture the dynamics of an active volcano while adding a human presence for the sake of drama and perspective.
Stairs And A Chair. Pachia Ammos (Παχειά Άμμος, Κρήτη) Crete.
Out of Order: Motel Room with Tanning Bed
From photographer Jan Normandale of somewhere up there north of the US-Canada border.
My truck conked out at 7:00 pm on the Trans-Canada Highway halfway across the top of Lake Superior between Sault Ste Marie, Ontario and Thunder Bay, Ontario, a driving distance of 690 km/431 mi with no services between Wawa, Ontario and Terrace Bay.
Large Art
at no added cost.
You didn’t have to tell us, pal. We know.
Texans are known for their subtlety.
I was so much bigger then
April 18, 1954. 3426 Dutton Drive. Dallas, Texas.
I’m smaller than that now.
(Thanks to Deron for the title/caption).
Fireworks | Kenneth Anger (1947)
God Bless America
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A snapshot of my psyche this July 4, 2010.
The Politically Incorrect Guide™ to the Civil War
The Politically Incorrect Guide™ to the Civil War is a joyful myth-busting rebel yell that shatters today’s Leftist and demeaning stereotypes about the South and the Civil War — and shows why, in the words of G. K. Chesterton, “America and the whole world is crying out for the spirit of the Old South.”
Do we need a not a spoof category?
Last Night’s Dream
I was trying to buy a grapefruit slurpee from a vending machine, but instead I was issued a bowling ball, with 3 baby bananas as change.
Things Not to Say When Visiting
Talking to you is like having to live in a beige house.
When you speak my teeth hurt.
Try to forget more.
What you say makes me not want to eat ever again.
from the spam
asymmetric bob
spam name
Xavier Lott.
quote out of context
Here is, for example, Gallop’s Gucci chainsaw:
Home Improvement
Around the first of the year, we noticed some rotting wood at the bottom of the French doors in our living room. Daryl, in his usual master crafstman manner, slapped silver duct tape on it. It looks as elegant as you would imagine, and was prominently on display during each of the February visits from fellow flockers Sheila, Deron, Amy, and Phil.
So today I am making a special trip to Big Lots to purchase a roll of white duct tape. Because, look–I have my standards.
Year 4~Day 82 +53/365 AND Day 1178: Necessity is the Mother of Invention
From a Flickr set by Old Shoe Woman.
I just used everything in the refrigerator to make a sandwich for brunch.
In the Boom Boom Room
In order to pierce the crust of Dallas, Texas subcultures, it helps to know someone who grew up here.
Inside the hut, looking out
It’s lonely in the modern world.
Even in your company, I feel so alone. (Dwell, September 2009.)
Unhappy Hipsters. (Thanks, Kate.)
Bubble Wrap Turns 50
The product once envisioned as a new type of wallpaper turns 50 this month, and enthusiasts’ obsession with it has spawned more than 250 Facebook pages devoted to Bubble Wrap.
Ken Aurichio, communications director for Sealed Air, the Elmwood Park-based company that manufactures Bubble Wrap, thought he’d witnessed every form of Bubble Wrap mania until he received a wedding invitation last year from a woman in Ohio who said she would wear the product on her trip down the aisle.
Fuck it. I’m using it as wallpaper.
the first legal male prostitute
I think for a male, if you want to be successful in this type of venture, you’re not a prostitute. You’re a surrogate lover. You encompass everything that’s required of you—not only emotionally, physically—but psychologically. Because women are wired differently. They’re much more sensitive creatures. You actually have to enjoy what you do. You can’t necessarily say, “Oh, it’s just a job.” You actually have to say it’s a passion. I think it’s the same situation as with anything that happens when you break apart a social institution. There has to be some kind of change in terminology to describe persons like myself. And it’s more of a civil rights thing now. Basically this is the first time in the economy of the United States that a male has actually stood up and said, “I want to do this for a living.” And be protected under law to do it. It’s just the same as when Rosa Parks decided to sit at the front instead of the back. She was proclaiming her rights as a disadvantaged, African-American older woman. And I’m doing the same. I’m actually standing up now, and hopefully I can be supported by the male community and be understood as a person. This actually isn’t about selling my body. This is about changing social norms.
Congratulations.
(via marginal revolution)
