Sunday, May 31, 2009

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

I spent the better half of this Sunday evening trying to organize all of the letters that I've received over the years. This is going to be a daunting task. I'd love to acquire an old suitcase or trunk (Goyard? hello? are you out there?) to house all of these treasures. It's so fun to reread these gems. It makes my heart feel tingly.

I also stumbled upon the Mysterious Letters project. So incredibly charming and wondrous.

"In April 2009, we sent a personal, handwritten letter to each of the 467 households in the small Irish village of Cushendall. We hoped these unsolicited letters would prompt neighbourly discussion, spreading across the town, promoting community curiosity."

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Weekend Gratitudes: 05.30.09

  • I received the most epic care package from Me Melodia earlier this week. T'was packed to the brim with amazingness. So much good stuff I couldn't even cram it all into one photo. THANKS, M.!! Yours is on the way.

  • Had so much fun with my favorite girl at Earthmen & Strangers last night. My face hurt from smiling. Toward the end of the night, the entire bar was infused with bacon. I was nearly drowned by my own saliva.

  • Mesa Typewriter Exchange: Closed on weekends. However we peeped them & check out all this amazingness! One of my favorite things in the world is antiquing with R. It's such a ball, meandering, laughing, making jokes, pointing at fucked up old junk until we get tired and have to poop. Oh, also tried on some cowboy boots that smelled like cigarettes, barefoot. VOM CITY! WTF was I thinking?!?

  • Looking forward to seeing PP and Brannan tomorrow in Tucson. I love the drive down, so peaceful. It's like a mini desert road trip.

  • Hope your weekends are going swimmingly so far.


    Friday, May 29, 2009


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    Thanks to everyone who entered. Moreover, thank you for reading! I hope to have more treats for you all in the future, so stay tuned.

    Thursday, May 28, 2009

    How Urban Dogs Bury Bones

    How Urban Dogs Bury Bones from wool&misc on Vimeo.

    my voice = your nightmare

    tip, tip, tip

    A message to from me to you:

    (click to enlarge)

    Tuesday, May 26, 2009

    Friday, May 22, 2009

    Now Playing: Puffy Assholes & Hard Livers

    My eyes are swelled up like puffy assholes. Sometimes, after I cry too much, I put hemorrhoid cream on my eyes. I read that somewhere once. An old model trick, or some shit. I'm not sure entirely that it works, but the concept makes sense. Shrink puffy ass assholes, or shrink puffy face assholes, it's all the same.

    Tonight while sitting on the couch next to my dad, he unknowingly revealed that the doctor told him that he only had 2.5 years to live . . .a year ago. Um, yeah, I kind of lost my shit. This was followed by a lot of "oops'" and "we thought you knew's." Yeah, no. I didn't know. Nobody tells me anything. I think sometimes they want to spare me from hard feelings, but that just makes them even harder in the end. Maybe they were afraid of my reaction. This blubbery reaction.

    So, yeah. I'm getting to that stage in life where losing your parents becomes an up close reality rather than a far off inevitability. It's a strange feeling because my parents had me when they were in their 40s/mid-40s, so they've always been older than most of my peers' parents. Most of their parents are still able and bounding, while mine are rotting from the inside out. I'm sure some of you have lost a parent, or two, before. How old were you? How old were they? How did you deal?

    I guess I really need to make an effort to spend more time with my dad. And my mom, really. Less crying, more enjoying and savoring the good times. R's cute attempts at making me laugh and this really cheered me up. Okay, thanks for listening, I'm off to go ice my peepers.

    Related Posts:
    On Preparedness
    On Sizing
    On 70ths

    Thursday, May 21, 2009

    Now Playing: Girls v. Guys

    List of things that girls like, but guys loathe:

    • High-waisted jeans/pants
    • Augusten Burroughs
    • Miniature animals/things in general
    • Hats
    • Chloe Sevigny
    • Vests
    • Chelsea Handler
    • Sarah Silverman's "I'm Fucking Matt Damon" video
    • Gladiator sandals
    • Amy Poehler
    • Rompers/Jumpsuits
    • Lady Gaga
    • Crafts (knitting/cross stitching)
    Anything I'm forgetting?

    *special thanks to bitten tongue for brainstorming


    The internets is a strange, strange place. I stumbled upon links to my blog on NetRightNation, whose tagline is "Your Unique Portal to the Conservative Blogosphere." Love it.

    Tuesday, May 19, 2009

    Woolgiveaway of Miscellany

    Enter to win a forbidden care package of mystery from yours truly! Just leave a comment below and a winner will be randomly chosen next Friday! Wee! Fun! Exclamation points!!!


    Perusing the jazz section...

    Monday, May 18, 2009

    A Case of the Mondays

    This is what I'm really dreaming about when I'm crunching your numbers.

    Sunday, May 17, 2009


    Today I found out that R's prefers Adam, while I prefer Jamie. A shocking revelation. I hope we can get past this.

    Jamie Pros                   Adam Pros
    Looks like a walrus        Childlike excitement
    Wears a beret               Better glasses
    Stoic                            Exhuberant

    Jamie Cons                  Adam Cons
    Moody                           Ginger

    For M:


    Dear Melody,

    May your birthday be filled with nothing but the frilliest of cakes. So glad you were born!


    Saturday, May 16, 2009

    Now Playing: Chocolate Starfish

    Dear Starbucks,

    Since when did your lids become a Vonnegut asshole? I kind of like it.

    Yours ever,

    Thursday, May 14, 2009

    No happy mediums:

    When my Google Reader is filled to the brim, I feel anxious and overwhelmed. When it has been cleared, I feel lonely and empty. Le sigh.
    Holy first world problems, much?
    I'm so gross and whiney sometimes.

    O, Canaduh!

    The writer Douglas Coupland (”Generation X”), who has been interested in Canadiana for a long time, recently went about finding a classic 70s “builder’s special” house slated for demolition, filled it with objects constructed from the Canadian paraphernalia of his childhood, and then staged a party in it. He called the sprawling art installation “Canada House” and its eccentrically decorated rooms contained numerous sculptures assembled from items that only Canadians would really fully understand. Coupland’s Canadiana is not really the hunting lodge/maple syrup Canadiana of the East, but a specifically West Coast version referencing the ocean and all other things British Columbian. It’s a lesser known fact that Coupland had a career as an artist before he became a writer, graduating from the Emily Carr College of Art and Design in Vancouver where he grew up. Coupland’s interest in Canadiana, a lot of it quite odd, first appeared in his two books “Souvenir  of Canada.” The book and his “Canada House” installation spawned a recent film called Souvenir of Canada in which the entire process described above is documented. It’s a strange combination of dispassionate irony and deeply personal nostalgia. An interesting CBC review is here. These fantastic photos were shot by well-known Vancouver photographer Martin Tessler who has also shot covers for Metropolitan Home and many other shelter magazines. Photos, in order: fishing float lamps; whale vertebrae made from styrofoam jetsam; mussel shell midden; Haida button blanket.

    See more photos at:  Douglas Copeland's Canada House 
    via HFHA 

    I want to go to there-ish.

    Wednesday, May 13, 2009

    "Sometimes catastrophes become trophies..."

    Here are a few of my new favorites:

    Tuesday, May 12, 2009

    AIDS shoe!

    Hey Y'all! Our buddy (and fellow Tiger Butter contributor)Minardi's AIDS shoes were released! Check them out here if you like apples and AIDS.

    {x-posted to Tiger Butter}


    When I was 13, I heard the myth that trimming your eyelashes would make them grow back longer, and thicker. I trimmed my left eye a bit and kept the right as a control. Myth busted. To this day, the right side is significantly longer. Bah humbug, I sure wish I had google back then.

    Monday, May 11, 2009

    Friday, May 08, 2009

    No. 5

    I'm almost positive if I say "happy anniversary" one more time with that shit eating grin on my face, I'm going to be chopped up and 1/3 put down the garbage disposal, 1/3 fed to the wild pit bulls in the park, and the other 1/3 vacuum packed and put in the freezer, for later. {not for the faint, young, or employed}

    So instead, I'll just say...

    Dear R,

    Thanks for everything. You're the love of my life.

    Yours ever,

    ps. we're totally old now. this song was more apropos 10 years ago.
    pps. thank you, melody, for the hot link.
    ppps. photo was taken at the end of our reception. super wastoid, don't even remember the crazy white trash ladies that crashed the party and brought in this blow up penis.

    The Mail Room

    soft parcel, 2009
    Upholstered collection

    Oh, be still my little epistolary heart. My mind is racing eight million miles an hour thinking about what to put into care packages. I think I'm going to have a wool&misc care package giveaway to one lucky reader. Your prayers have been answered, a box of junk from me. Exciting, non? More details to follow.
    Happy happy Friday!

    illustration by EDREM 
    Happy birthday, Amy! 


    pee. ess. I really wanted to make you one of these, but ran out of time. Maybe next year?

    Wednesday, May 06, 2009


    My favorite Daniel Johnston song. Not sure about the video, but this is the only one I could find that would allow embedding. It's cool, I guess.

    Tuesday, May 05, 2009

    Kissing with R:

    R:  Kiss.
    G:  Keep It Simple, Stupid?*
    R:  No, Knights In Satan's Service.

    *My new mantra, btw.

    Monday, May 04, 2009

    On wanting to leap frog in a park

    Marge on e.e.

    "Hmm. The label is all in lowercase. It's like drinking E. E. Cummings!" -Marge Simpson

    Friday, May 01, 2009


    Milan 09: Brazilian designers Fernando and Humberto Campana have designed Cipria, a fake fur-covered sofa, for Italian brand Edra.

    The pink one reminds me of a tumor.

    Happy Friday!

    Hope you all get to sleep in this weekend!


    Was just wondering about the demographic of readers, any XYs out there?