November 2008
Vintage photos of Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade →
Nov 28th
Third times a charm- hopefully this recent attempt at ordering polaroid 600 will go through. Ten packs of ten exposures for $160? My bank account is seriously hungry.
Nov 25th
“When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.”
Nov 25th
ImprovEverywhere welcomes 'you' home →
Because it’s nice to feel wanted.
Nov 24th
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ListenNat King Cole
Nov 21st
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Listen “Pain in my heart” is my most recent...
Nov 14th
Nov 9th
sergei mikhailovich prokudin-gorskii →
sergei mikhailovich prokudin-gorskii, color photographs at the turn of the century using four plates of each photo taken individually and then put together. In this one, it’s most obvious in the water.
Nov 9th
Nov 9th
Excuse me, could you please take my picture? →
Nov 7th
The current item in my oven is a wheat crust pizza with olive oil and rosemary base, smoked mozzarella, prosciutto, basil, and brown butter sauteed chantrelles on Matt’s half (yuck!). It smells….oh my. The leftovers of my dates stuffed with chevre, then wrapped in basil and proscuitto and broiled from election night.
Nov 7th
Eric Boker dissects products. →
Nov 7th
Nov 7th
Nov 6th
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ListenShout out louds: normandie
Nov 6th
The Twelve Brain Rules →
Nov 6th
Nov 6th
Urban Curators →
Is this an argument for or against photography? Or does it relate at all? I can’t tell, but I do find it visually interesting.
Nov 6th
What is your font telling you? →
Nov 6th
This is a monumental election, make no mistake. The hope and potential for change is something that many of us can’t even begin to understand at this point- we just know it’s there, but we don’t really know what it’s going to look like. But we can’t ignore how scary this all is- for the comparisons to Kennedy, from seeing how radical the individuals and groups that...
Nov 6th
“Hi, I need some prosciutto.” “Some brushooto? I don’t think that’s in the deli. Try the bread.” “No, prosciutto.” “Ohhh. Is that a cheese?” [fred meyer deli newb.]
Nov 5th
The clocks stopped at 1:17. A long shear of light and then a series of low concussions. He got up and went to the window. What is it? she said. He didn’t answer. He went into the bathroom and threw the lightswitch but the power was already gone. A dull rose glow in the windowglass. He dropped to one knee and raised the lever to stop the tub and then turned on both taps as far as they would...
Nov 3rd