6.27.2009

Dropping Acid

A trip to Value Village proves how limited the thrift option can be. Check out the sweet jeans C had to choose from. I had to BEG him to try on this pair of acid washed AWESOMENESS. All it needs is a fanny pack and the look is complete.



6.09.2009

I'm Sew Excited

And I Just Can't Hide It.

Carine and I hired a sewing tutor. Every Monday we turn the apartment into a sweat shop and sew our little asses off. Last week we sewed an apron. Next week we tackle a pattern.

Trudy has come through in a BIG way here and has supplied the sewing machine, tools, and other goodies, as pictured below. Yes, that is a pattern for underwear. Granny panties no less. It's what all you bitches are getting for Christmas. In red velvet. Mwahahahah.



6.08.2009

Lost Art of Canning and Preserving

I'm going to sign up for this workshop in August. Let me know if you want to join me!

6.06.2009

A Musical Quandary

I can't stop listening to this Angela Desveaux song. I keep thinking it's Martha Wainwright though. Can you hear it too?

Music poses a bit of a quandary for the project, does it not? Music, as it's played live is not a tangible or physical object but when it comes to reproducing its sound, it's inextricably connected to raw materials such as vinyl, polycarbonate, and other plastics. And in this sense it is a "thing"--a record in a jacket, a cassette or a CD in a jewel case.

The recent emergence of the mp3 format has changed things entirely. An mp3 file is not nothing, but it's no longer something that requires manufacturing, packaging, shipping, and eventual disposal. It's a sound byte, a lossy algorithm, compressed digital data stored in a virtual universe. Yeah, trippy. So what does this mean for the project? Is music stuff, or isn't it?

Vote and discuss.




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6.02.2009

Bad Hair Day

Life is pretty bad without conditioner. In fact, without conditioner this girl's a ratty, tangled, and static mess who's just emerged from a wind tunnel. And as if the hair gods weren't having enough of a laugh already, my hair blower died today. I even went so far as to scout out a viable replacement at Value Village but all I saw was a tangled mess of cords and dead hair in appliances resembling this one:



And to add insult to injury, it appears as if C now has the best hair of his life. We're talking epic hair. Amazing hair. R-Patz hair. It's wavy and tousled and HOT. I'm trying very hard to be happy for him.