8.28.2008
8.27.2008
PETIT
I saw Man on Wire on Sunday. Beautiful, suspenseful, incredible and very touching. If this movie is playing near you, I highly recommend going to see it.
"When I see three oranges, I juggle; when I see two towers, I walk."
8.26.2008
8.25.2008
PLAYLIST_AUGUST 25
Wishing for rain....playing Fleet Foxes and longing for a reason to curl up on a cozy couch with a good book in front of a fireplace.
Photo via Flickr, from +lyn
8.22.2008
8.21.2008
8.18.2008
DIEBENKORN
Miller 22, 1951
Albuquerque, 1951
Untitled, 1950
The Green Huntsman, 1952
Inspiration for today: Richard Diebenkorn's paintings from New Mexico - now on view at the Phillips Collection in Washington DC.
8.11.2008
PLAYLIST_AUGUST 11
On repeat today: I Will by Paul McCartney
Moon & Stars melon image via the New York Times, from Seed Savers.
8.08.2008
LADY GOOD DIVERS
Just came across this amazing article by Joel McConvey at ARTINFO on the haenyeo ("sea women") of Jeju, South Korea. This group of women dive without tanks to harvest conch, octopus, urchin, and abalone and can hold their breath for up to two minutes underwater. However, changes in the Jeju economy have severely threatened the culture of the haenyeo, whose group no longer includes anyone under the age of 45.
Coupled with the article are the beautiful photographs of Ian Baguskas, some of which I've posted here. Many more are posted on his website.
8.07.2008
8.06.2008
8.04.2008
GRAIN SURFBOARDS
Object of lust: The Root from Grain Surfboards.
Earlier this summer I had my first surfing experience in Maine, and was immediately hooked. Now I want this 9' longboard from Grain, made from local and sustainable wood - also available in kit form so you can build your own. You know - if you're handy like that.
THE FISH
The first fish
I ever caught
would not lie down
quiet in the pail
but flailed and sucked
at the burning
amazement of the air
and died
in the slow pouring off
of rainbows. Later
I opened his body and separated
the flesh from the bones
and ate him. Now the sea
is in me: I am the fish, the fish
glitters in me; we are
risen, tangled together, certain to fall
back to the sea. Out of pain,
and pain, and more pain
we feed this feverish plot, we are nourished
by the mystery.
Mary Oliver
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