Thursday, July 31, 2008
on my mind
Natural history museum installations in progress.
"Apparently, dinosaur displays are not entirely the product of accumulated scientific data, of empirical truth. They are cultural artifacts, our “national psychic erector sets which we've put together in different ways depending on our mood.”"
Indeed.
Nutshell studies of unexplained death.
"Around the same time, she began work on the Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death—a series of eighteen miniature crime-scene dioramas for student analysis. The Nutshells allowed Mrs. Lee to combine her lifelong love of dolls, dollhouses, and models with her passion for forensic medicine."
Fact I just learned via text message from a dear friend:
"Every night a man in his 50's with down syndrome hoses down Toontown."
I was creeping around Google Earth and this one neighborhood in California totally killed me - the pools, the cul-de-sac, and strawberry fields:
Some things are too perfect to be believed.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
yard sale
Today I went to visit some friends who were having a yard sale. They live in an interesting neighborhood and some real characters came by to look at stuff. Some super cute children also. This one guy drove his weird little motorbike all the way up the driveway and yelled over the idling engine instead of turning it off.
"Hey how much for your flops?" he called over at me (I was sitting in a chair and looked like I was running the place, I guess)
"Excuse me?" I asked.
He held up a pair of flip-flops. "How much for your flips?" he asked again.
Jesus, what kind of person can't just say "flip-flops"? Or, you know, "these shoes"?

He finally turned off the bike so he could complain about how his girlfriend was a bitch, even though he was buying her these goddamn flip-flops. Which were nice, you know? They were a dollar. And she was probably going yell at him because they were too big, because apparenly she is on her period like all the time.
"Hey how much for your flops?" he called over at me (I was sitting in a chair and looked like I was running the place, I guess)
"Excuse me?" I asked.
He held up a pair of flip-flops. "How much for your flips?" he asked again.
Jesus, what kind of person can't just say "flip-flops"? Or, you know, "these shoes"?
He finally turned off the bike so he could complain about how his girlfriend was a bitch, even though he was buying her these goddamn flip-flops. Which were nice, you know? They were a dollar. And she was probably going yell at him because they were too big, because apparenly she is on her period like all the time.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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