Tag: uhhhmazing art

miss much.


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don’t be so careful
you miss the times
of late september
mountain climbs.
don’t be so weary
you miss the sea
or swinging from
a crooked tree
or closing your eyes
and taking the plunge.
don’t be so safe
you miss the fun.
dallas clayton

now everything is fine.


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a conversation at the grownup table
as imagined at the kids’ table
by simon rich

mom: pass the wine, please. i want to become crazy.
dad: ok.
grandmother: did you see the politics? it made me angry.
dad: me, too. when it was over, i had sex.
uncle: i’m having sex right now.
dad: we all are.
mom: let’s talk about which kid I like the best.
dad: (laughing) you know, but you won’t tell.
mom: if they ask me again, i might tell.
friend from work: hey, guess what! my voice is pretty loud!
dad: (laughing) there are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask i pretend like there aren’t.
mom: i’m angry! i’m angry all of a sudden!
dad: i’m angry, too! we’re angry at each other!
mom: now everything is fine.
dad: we just saw the pg-13 movie. it was so good.
mom: there was a big sex.
friend from work: i am the loudest! i am the loudest!
(everybody laughs)
mom: i had a lot of wine, and now i’m crazy!
grandfather: hey, do you guys know what god looks like?
all: yes.
grandfather: don’t tell the kids.

made in the midwest.


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branding 10,000 lakes
nicole meyer

nicole meyer is:
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one fine lady
out to brand
one fine lake
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every single day.
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math says it will take
about 27 years (or so)
to brand all 10,000.
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stay tuned!

rabbit island.


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in feb 2010, rob gorski and andrew ranville purchased a virtually untouched, 90 acre island 3 miles off the coast of michigan’s keweenaw peninsula – no joke – on craigslist. they then raised $14,970 through kickstarter to build an island house for resident visual artists / musicians / writers, best made co shipped over some kickass tools, and they officially broke ground this summer.
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holy shit, count me in.

foot’s out.



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it’s a miniature rudder. just moving the little trim tab builds a low pressure that pulls the rudder around. takes almost no effort at all. so i said that the little individual can be a trim tab. society thinks it’s going right by you, that it’s left you altogether. but if you’re doing dynamic things mentally, the fact is that you can just put your foot out like that and the whole big ship of state is going to go. so i said, call me
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t…r…i…m……t…a…b

b t w .


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it’s always been
i n…b e t w e e n…t h e…t h i n g s…i…t h o u g h t…i…w a s…d o i n g
that the real work has happened.

– william kentridge

3 sheets.



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“evening skews. your girlfriend’s drunk, at the other side of the street. why is she down there? who is she speaking to? you are standing at the bottom of her walk. you see her standing with two people holding their bikes by the handlebars. she is wearing a summer dress. the last sunlight is strafing her dress through the trees. she is gesticulating. her hair is long. you know you cannot communicate with them. your voice would not carry. you wonder whether this evening will turn, right itself, in the time between when she leaves these two people and when you climb together to the third-floor apartment, to all the plants and open windows. perhaps you will find each-other’s matching shapes and forces. perhaps she will begin speaking at precisely the volume that makes you feel like co-conspirators, lovers, and not simply like people in a room together, declaiming. perhaps the faded blue sky will go rose, stars fainting through. perhaps there will be an accident, something in the way your faces turn and glimpse each-other; it will illuminate the instant and slip between you, connective tissue. or perhaps she will remain the woman she is at the end of the street, too far to call to, freer in the afar, and the nighttime church bells will sound sad.”

wrong weekend
sean

let my cameron go.


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cameron:..why’d you hit me?!
ferris:..where’s your brain?!
cameron:..why’d you hit me?!
ferris:..where’s your brain?!
cameron:..why’d you hit me?
ferris:..where’s your brain?
cameron:..i asked you first.

ferris bueller’s day off
john hughes

very snice.


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“you don’t need to leave your room,
remain sitting at your table and listen.
don’t even listen, simply wait.
don’t even wait. be quite still and solitary.
the world will freely offer itself to you.
to be unmasked, it has no choice.
it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”

– franz kafka

when i was 23.


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i lived in a third floor walk-up where we had to throw the keys out the window to let people in. the man who owned the bodega downstairs always called me “mami” and his sixteen year old son once invited me to a party i actually considered going to . . . i occupied one of the four bedrooms. i was friends with the girl i shared a wall with.  once, to avoid interacting with anybody else in the apartment, i climbed out my window, across the fireplace, and into her window, just so we could lie on the bed and watch felicity together . . .when i was 23, no matter how much i cleaned, my room felt dusty.  here are the things i never had in the apartment at 23: paper towels, tissues, zip loc bags, neosporin, bottled water, fresh fruit, bagels, or cream cheese . . . when i was 23, i liked to go sit on my roof, listen to music, and daydream
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about an age
when i would know anything
about anything.

what i was doing when i was 23
 marguerite weisman

a startup.


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morning swims
afternoon hims
corgis for me
chickens for her
blogging & drawing
reading & writing
tabouli tuesdays
focaccia fridays
dot com dot org dot gov

25 & retired
fox & marsh, inc.

to night.


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press close, bare-bosom’d night!
press close, magnetic, nourishing night!
night of south winds!
night of the large few stars!
still, nodding night!
mad, naked, summer night!

– walt whitman

see ya.


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i f-ing love kites.
is that weird? like really weird?
it is? i don’t care.