unpaid internships.“you earned it.”...
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Friday, 25 July 2008
(repeat post from transpacific sketch project)when i think "community" i don't typically think of a bench. but it makes so much sense. sitting with someone: perhaps the simplest form of community that becomes, in so many ways, another form of communion.the bench project's exhibition begins with a lovely poem by eduardo lagagne (forgive my shoddy translation):Here the desire, the illusion,here the dreams.Here the search,the confession,the intimate...
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
(I posted this on transpacific sketch project but wanted it to be at home here, too.)I found this clip a few weeks ago and have been thinking about it ever since. One day I will write a poem about this crown and the mistress.Nepal's Monarch DepartsDeposed King quits palace forever; but an elderly mistress staysKATMANDU, NEPAL | Nepal's deposed king gave up his crown of peacock feathers, yak hair, and jewels Wednesday and left his palace forever [...]...
Friday, 11 July 2008
bless my love for you for interviewing the charming and quirky michael hsiung. this was the best Q&A:My Love: speaking of horns, let's talk about how great unicorns and narwhals are. you go first. Michael: unicorns and narwhal are definitely magical. i have several printed pages from the "internet" on them. where do I begin? in john ashton's curious creatures he's got a compilation of descriptions given throughout time. there are these great...
Thursday, 3 July 2008
It turns out that one single mention of "feeling like fruit tarts instead of chocolate cakes" gets you branded as a chocolate snubber for the rest of your days at the office. Last week, AKA "Birthday Week", my coworkers asked what kind of cakes I liked. In my head danced a delectable vision of a neatly crimped, slightly savory pie crust with a cool, honey-flavored filling, topped with decadent--one might even say bounteous, but please don't as it...
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
I am literally speechless with this one, which I have transcribed verbatim--even though I at every moment fought an urge to mark things with a red pencil(sort of censored to protect the poor, earnest, ungrammatical soul):Friday 27th June 2008Dear Michael,On September 15th this year I turn 40 and on Saturday 20th September I intend having a party in B to celebrate with my friends and family.One person who will sadly be missing from my celebrations...
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