Showing posts with label you have been here sometime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label you have been here sometime. Show all posts
30.3.13
17.12.10
homebodies & card catalogues
while i channel wrapped presents in the mail (outbound),
please go thou & be edified by the exceedingly inspired
card catalog that david john is putting together. & even
though i never make a list, if santa reads this he can run
out and get this book for me. thank you. (in the instant
gratification department, i must note that i don't need a
subscription to liz's excellent blog: i'm signed up. love.)
10.12.10
28.11.10
whew
i cannot tell a lie; i still haven't
caught my breath since the tangy
cranberry sauce set to boil (it's
always the first thing we make
on thanksgiving). a small whirl
wind here, and just picking up
a few pieces. in the meantime
(speaking of pieces) i need to
share a blog i have been loving
since seeing somewhile ago a note
mr. basemen left at mag. yhbhs.
enjoy, please. i certainly do.
photos: andrew baseman
5.11.10
some people [the redemptive quality of art]
remind us that blogs
can be an art form
and, like all art,
28.7.10
"What is important?
What makes me get out of bed every morning?
What attaches me to this place?
How can I continue to evolve?
These are the questions I ask in this work and for me the answer lies in the feelings one has for others, in the love for one’s family.
These are the basic, essential things."
- Andre Cepada
Thanks to David John. Again.
21.7.10
18.7.10
when you're a Thing-Finder, you don't have a minute to spare
a moment to congratulate david john
(who is a true delight and has one of
the most brilliant blogs around) for his
very cool news. pure joy to see this
blog meet blog story; it sends a sweet
shot of happiness through the interwebs.
13.7.10
12.6.10
31.5.10
25.5.10
10.5.10
30.4.10
20.4.10
flame-heart
unerringly beautiful
" . . . So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
I have forgot the special, startling season
Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting;
What time of year the ground doves brown the fields . . . "
4.3.09
Chris Messina on Defense Against Fear
From Chris Messina:
"If we are Generation Open, then we are the optimistic generation."
I fall somewhere between the generation of parents that Chris mentions and "Generation Open." When I read his work, I wonder what we all have to learn. (And what we've honestly learned, thus far.) I fear that I skew closer to the parents. It makes me wonder what I'm missing.
He seems unfalteringly optimistic about this new, open world.
Optimism, if you haven't noticed, is in short supply these days.
Perhaps I should go back for seconds.
screenshot via chris messina, flickr
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)