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going west

The lovely litte film was created for the New Zealand Book Council. Watch it.


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I am absolutely smitten with the idea of using easels as stands for flat screen televisions.

Check it:


We have not (yet) got a flat screen, but the mister keeps threatening to get one and the idea of trying to mount one on our 160 year old plaster walls gives me the heebie jeebies. This looks like a perfect solution.

But look what others are doing with the idea:

via dsaslaw’s flickr set.

So swanky, but this is more my pace:

via stylenorth via Metropolitan Home and House Beautiful respectively. 

Now I’m wishing I hadn’t given away the big brass easel I had three lifetimes ago.

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Story Time

I don’t know why I never thought to look this up on youtube before today, but there it was, in all it’s po-mo glory; Silverstein’s The Missing Piece Meets the Big O.  It’s one my all time favourite children’s books and even after doing a Lacanian reading and analysis of it, it’s not ruined for me.  Now I can share it with you:

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Haven’t been around much as my silly computron as been down with this crap stomach thing that’s been going around, I’m sure.  It has been somewhat liberating and I’m getting a lot more real world stuff done like helping friends move, cleaning the kitchen and sleeping, but I do feel like part of my soul has been ripped away.  The mister is currently working on getting my baby up and running again so we’ll see.

This week has brought us a small reprieve from the minus holy shit weather we experienced through January but came by way of upsy downiness and lots of snow then freezing, then melting and more snow then freezing again bringing us to this day which is pleasantly mild & drippy yet still wintery with an atmosphere that only comes on days like today.  It’s so very different than the catch as catch can impromptu visits and catching up of spring, summer and fall.  We’re all a little more insular in our snow globe homes.  All the business of our main drag location just seems to happen around us but we can be cosy & well kept in our little worlds which look all samey in their abundant beigy/bluey/whiteness but there are so many wonderful little bits of eye candy and signs of life in our back/front/side yards.

It’s fun that our neighbours have their own take on enjoying this weather too.  They built this lovely snow & ice sculpture in their front yard.

And then there are all of the sculptures and vignettes nature leaves our little urban landscape.

And then there’s life imitating nature in its patterning and design.

Even the chiffon is reflective of winter.

And the pièce de resistance at the moment is this handsome snowman some other neighbours-friends built in our backyard.  Isn’t he a dandy?

I’m glad to live in a neighbourhood of imagination & play.  Life is afoot.

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blog crush

I could read Andrea’s blog for the eye candy alone.  She’s an amazing artist and gifted writer.  I love her language of colour and composition but I totally crush on it because of posts like this one.

How cool (and brave) of her to post about her process?  I’m a complete chickenshit when it comes to sharing anything unfinished, which is why it all stays nicely hidden in my studio behind a closed door.  The thought of playing mentor to the masses boggles my mind, but she’s gracious enough to do it.  Go check her out.

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yay! they’re here!

I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who gets excited about it either.  I always look forward to National Geographic’s
Best Science Images
of the year.  The one above amuses me to no end.  Go check them out.


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and the hippos were boiled in their tanks

The work has been published and I’m a conflicted soul.  Kerouac and Burroughs both felt the work to be sub-par and unworthy of publication but can’t very well argue from the grave now, can they?  We selfish, living folk decided to go against the wills of two of the 20th century’s greatest creative minds and plublished their work posthumously.  We trusted their judgement then, what happened?  Pandora’s box has been opened and I feel that in owning this work I puts the blood on my hands, but in not owning it I would be missing out on that feeling of connectedness with something really special.  The feeling I got sitting by Louisa May Alcott’s grave and experiencing the weight of history & utter loneliness bearing down on me whilst exploring West Kennet and its surrounding moors while chasing my Heathcliff.  So do I put it on my wish list or do I honour their wishes and leave well enough alone?  What’s a girl to do?

Oh, and if you’re interested you should check out what the always lovely Jaime The Nonist (RIP) has to say about it.  He’s far more eloquent than yours truly.  I have a huge nerdgirl crush on him.

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