I may be mommy-ing it up down in Park Slope day-to-day, but I think the G train owes me a special caboose or something due to the time I spend commuting for friendship to the upper and northeasterly limits of this borough. One of the more special ways I falsely claim residency on the North Side has been to participate in my pal Kristen’s collaboration-fueled mini-magazine The Bushwick Review. It’s a really wonderful mash-up of visuals and words, created by people within Bushwick and far without, that Kristen has thoughtfully compiled into three editions so far. Issue #2 has just come out; the third drops this summer! I’m so happy and honored to have been part of each one. /// continue reading
According to this beautiful and useful calendar I purchased in Brighton Beach, it is ЯНВАРЬ and my blob has been silent since НОЯБРЬ. But I have a fancy scanner now. Hold onto your butts!
One pleasant Sunday a few weeks ago a big bunch of my friends and I escaped our urban surroundings in favor of my parents’ llama farm. /// continue reading
Did you know that the longest single-word palindrome is saippuakuppinippukauppias, a Finnish compound that means “soap cup seller?” I don’t know what a soap cup is, or if people actually sell them, but there is a word for it in Finland just in case. While the Finns – and Dutch, too – have the most impressive single-worders, I found (not wrote – I wish!) a bunch of amusing English palindrome phrases to embellish those pictures I mentioned my last post on the ol’ blob. Sometimes they’re nonsense like the above, but sometimes they fit the photo sort of perfectly. /// continue reading
Inspired by my walk with Popcorn this morning.
Yesterday we celebrated Popcorn’s sweet sixteen. Popcorn is my golden retriever roommate. Since Popcorn is a dog, 16 is maybe even more sweet than for a human – like to figure out dog years we are far past my threshold for multiplication-table memorization (7 x 16 = 112, it turns out!). Popcorn is a living legend and had a very nice party. He shimmied and strutted about wearing an orange flowered lei that complemented his strawberry coat – the first time in his 16 years that he’d worn anything beyond a collar, according to his master.
Above (+ larger here) is my wildly successful exercise in sculptural celebratory typography.