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."

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.

xx

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How Urban Dogs Bury Bones

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my voice = your nightmare

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A message to from me to you:

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• comment here to win the woolgiveaway of miscellany
  
• on lowercase 
  
• salinger letter via now voyager
  
• stamp by studio violet  as seen on cereal milk
• i need to fucking see this movie. has anyone seen it??

Volcanic Terrain on Mercury // Louboutin Boots

via jak&jil and nasa pic of the day 

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.



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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

BWAHAHAHA!

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.

Woolgiveaway of Miscellany

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BEASTSIDE RECORDS

Perusing the jazz section...

A Case of the Mondays

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

Spreadsheet Grill  

via Swiss Miss 

Revelations

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!

xoxoxo,

Gracie

cakes by forty sixth at grace 

Now Playing: Chocolate Starfish

Dear Starbucks,

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

Yours ever,

Gracie

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.

EDIT:

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.

"Sometimes catastrophes become trophies..."

Here are a few of my new favorites:

• New fave cape t-shirt by ANZEVINO and FLORENCE that I picked up at Circa Now. I'm a tard and forgot to mention that I got to meet the beautiful and hilarious Ms. Hotdog Water last time I was in NYC.
  
• New fave reusable cold cup; Starbucks
• New fave "leather" skirt; Silence & Noise
• New fave shoes; Prada

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}

BUSTED:

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.

Balmain Jacket Ad Nauseam

So tired. Neeeext!

Being good and patiently waiting for one of my own:

by James Gulliver Hancock {that can't possibly be his real name} 

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,
G



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

TAF
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!

via 2or3Things 

illustration by EDREM 

Happy birthday, Amy! 

Love, 

Oliver

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

AMAZINGNESS

 Sublime Stitching 

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.

via FurCoatNoKnickers 

Kissing with R:

R:  Kiss.

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


*My new mantra, btw.

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

WANT!

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.

via Dezeen 

Happy Friday!

Hope you all get to sleep in this weekend!

xx,
go

XY?

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