11.3.10


pffffft


And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up.


“[When Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore." K.V.






9.3.10


...When someone asks me to help create a room my first reaction, if I do not already know the person, is to try to feel out what he or she really wants the room to be and to understand, if possible, what "memory," old or new, has brought this idea about.
Sister Parish










photo: Gould Auctions

8.3.10

so "very discriminating"





So magnificent!

(& thank you for the quote,
marvelous Mrs. Blandings)

images via


or five minutes to deliver an act of generosity that changes everything


This is straight from Seth Godin's blog today:

"You rock

This is deceptive.

You don't rock all the time. No one does. No one is a rock star, superstar, world-changing artist all the time. In fact, it's a self-defeating goal. You can't do it.

No, but you might rock five minutes a day.

Five minutes to write a blog post that changes everything, or five minutes to deliver an act of generosity that changes someone. Five minutes to invent a great new feature, or five minutes to teach a groundbreaking skill in a way that no one ever thought of before. Five minutes to tell the truth (or hear the truth).

Five minutes a day you might do exceptional work, remarkable work, work that matters..."
Seth Godin

[note to self: five minutes a day seems so do-able, doesn't it? and then there are the days we're able to accomplish even more than five minutes of being a rock star; it all adds up. every little five minutes of effecting change seems like a good thing right now]


Long Tall Sally from Beatles Bible

because we once so loved thrasher


we've had many many skateboards in our house
and they remind me of what seems, now, a bit
simpler time (but i think memory is playing tricks here)

notes, today, a movie that looks fascinating:

via

by way of saturdays





see also: huntley | gnarcore


transitory lasts



Finding myself in agreement
with the very lovely and
talented Helen James on
the point she has made here.

Some (somehow pure) images
haunt you forever. It's art when
that happens, and art that needs
to happen to move life ahead. What
remains (to haunt) right now?
Often, it is a little off.
A tad blurred.
A jaunt. A memory.
The glimmer of a thought. A muse.

To place it on the wall,
to hold it still. To inspire.

A spirit caught in time.

Art.






5.3.10

Rise, wash, and address Powerful Goodness!





via
by way of


bound to be true




"I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true.
I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound
to live by the light that I have."
Abraham Lincoln




photo: from a photo by
Shōji Ueda
(iphone/sfmoma/2009)

2.3.10

















Gretchen and Julia


"Enthusiasm is a terrific quality. The more I think about happiness, the more I value enthusiasm. It can seem cooler and smarter to be ironic, detached, or critical, and it’s certainly much easier and safer to adopt that sort of stance. But enthusiasm is more fun. Enthusiasm is generous, positive, energetic, and social. It’s outward-turning and engaged. It’s unselfconscious, warm-hearted, and kind of goofy..."

birch by bike





sf




(iphone/12.09)


1.3.10

See Something


"He didn't like artifice or pretension. Even when it made his process more difficult, he insisted on the real thing. If we were photographing a hand holding a pizza, it had to be the pizza maker's hand. Once when Penn was doing a portrait, the famous subject went on at length about his accomplishments and current work and future plans. Penn listened patiently, and finally, after a very long pause, he quietly said, 'It sounds like you are trying to impress me.'"

Quotes (title and above)
from "Seeing the Light,"
by Phyllis Posnick
Vogue (03.10)


26.2.10


wishing you a restful weekend



two favorites together














is celebrating the work
of P. Gaye Tapp, a.k.a.
I'll admit being pretty
darn smitten by; adore
her style, her verve, her
charmingly crafted stories
and exceedingly lovely
eye). More, here. Cheers!








artwork: P. Gaye Tapp, Little Augury
website: Parthenia



by the way

and that's a very very good thing (&
okay, i know the above isn't LA, but
i came across it here while looking
for palm trees & there you go). so:
hurrah, Patricia! Can't wait to hear
all about this sunny trip-to-be...


Ivan Terestchenko


The colored thread, the braid, the
neat scissors. The sweetly elegant
needlework. The spools, the paper,
the pins. Simple/a universe.