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http://www.etsy.com/shop/thebeersoapcompany?ref=pr_shop_more

Wed, 01 Dec 2010 10:21:48 -0500

http://www.etsy.com/shop/thebeersoapcompany?ref=pr_shop_more:

I have mixed feelings about this. First reaction, obviously, at the word “beer” was “Ooh, beer!”. This was followed, after a few seconds of processing, by the realization that all the things that I love about beer and I love about soap, of which there are many, would not necessarily blend well in cleansing whole. Soap is supposed to make me stop smelling like beer. This is how I am still employed.

I am amused at the things I choose to reblog every month and a...

Mon, 29 Nov 2010 11:31:00 -0500

I am amused at the things I choose to reblog every month and a half, but this reminded me of a great quest I went on sophomore year of college to find a print of this to put on the big empty wall above our couch. After about a week of searching, I finally found one on a poorly patched together poster site in the back alleys of the internet. They charged my credit card but never shipped it, and typical of me, I was too lazy to follow up on it. We ended up hanging a collage of those paper plates that look like animal faces instead, but llama in taxi will always feel like a dream unfulfilled.

Forced Priority: To All My Tall Ladies Out There

Tue, 02 Nov 2010 11:34:45 -0400

Forced Priority: To All My Tall Ladies Out There:

forcedpriority:

To all my tall ladies: always own it. Never wear things to fit into a specific range of perceived attraction by the opposite (or the same) sex. Wear things that make you look and feel fucking awesome.

Impress a guy with your confidence and your [bitchin’] sense of style.

If you have to conform…

FP is my hero and will catch me whenever I start to tip over because I am out of practice in these heel thingies.

melancholy notes: Untranslatable words...

Mon, 25 Oct 2010 14:44:56 -0400

melancholy notes: Untranslatable words...:

melancholynotes:

Toska

Russian – Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with…

nevver: Alessandro Gottardo

Sun, 24 Oct 2010 23:52:23 -0400

nevver:

Alessandro Gottardo

Damn it, Disney. One Lion King .gif on Tumblr, and I have the...

Wed, 29 Sep 2010 13:58:06 -0400

Damn it, Disney. One Lion King .gif on Tumblr, and I have the whole damn sound track in my head. Also, am I the only one who wants to see this song redone by Sarah Palin, backed by Tea Partiers? Don’t answer that.

Today is inexplicably but excellently a Led Zeppelin day. I wish...

Wed, 15 Sep 2010 16:21:41 -0400

Today is inexplicably but excellently a Led Zeppelin day. I wish for their ability to forgo subtly, embrace garishness, and produce transfixing awesomeness.

This is one of my favorites, but I have to say I liked it better before I looked up the lyrics and realized she doesn’t want to “ball all day”, she just wants to cry. I think my original interpretation makes more sense.

austinkleon: Tuli Kupferberg 1923-2010 Both my greatest fear...

Wed, 14 Jul 2010 09:42:37 -0400

austinkleon:

Tuli Kupferberg 1923-2010

Both my greatest fear and greatest hope.

To continue today’s posting theme of Star Wars-related...

Fri, 02 Jul 2010 13:35:58 -0400

To continue today’s posting theme of Star Wars-related things that should probably not exist, there’s this above. Also, this. And this.

Kicking the celebration of America off right!

ja-ausdenbergen: Seriously, Erin, why would you even ask,...

Fri, 02 Jul 2010 13:22:14 -0400

ja-ausdenbergen:

Seriously, Erin, why would you even ask, “Should I take off the Jar Jar Binks shirt?” HOW IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION?

The answer is obviously NO, by the way.

You were so right. Meesa don’t even know why meesa asked.

By the way, gentlemen, the line forms to the right.

vizualize: CHEERS! by Moxy Creative House for World Cup...

Thu, 01 Jul 2010 09:05:04 -0400

vizualize:

CHEERS! by Moxy Creative House for World Cup 2010

Many nations rallied around a shared love.

allcreatures: Alex Larenty gives Jamu the lion a foot massage...

Tue, 22 Jun 2010 15:30:32 -0400

allcreatures:

Alex Larenty gives Jamu the lion a foot massage at the Lion Park in Johannesburg. Caught on camera in South Africa last week, 250kg Jamu looks like the cat who got the cream as he lies back and lets his keeper massage his gigantic paw. Alex said: “I built up a relationship with Jamu through putting insect repellent onto him, which is necessary here to keep our animals protected from things like parasites. He eventually realised he liked being scratched and tickled and his favourite game is ‘This Little Piggy’. He loves it.”

Picture: MATTHEW TABACCOS / BARCROFT MEDIA (via Pictures of the day: 8 June 2010 - Telegraph)

I…hmm. I have several thoughts.

I missed out on all the Father’s Day posts yesterday, but...

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 16:44:26 -0400

I missed out on all the Father’s Day posts yesterday, but today is actually my Dad’s birthday so I figure I’m not too late.

I have an unfortunate habit of maiming my body through the course of daily events. Currently, I have no less than 3 scrapes and two mystery bruises on legs that are otherwise riddled with scars, one cut on each hand from trying to open twist off beers this weekend, a sore spot on my head from standing up in the refrigerator too fast, and strange brown spots on my hands that the internet tells me may be from getting lime juice on them and then standing in the sun. (I’m just going to go with it.) Until a few days ago, I had whiplash. In college, waking up with mysteries bruises after a night of doing nothing more strenuous that going to librar, was so common that my sweet and rather featherweight roommate used to joke that she beat me up in my sleep.

Anyways, my point is that, in one of those spontaneous familial bonding moments that sometimes occur, especially when you’ve been away from your family members for a while, I realized there is a good chance I inherited this tendency of being assaulted by stationary objects from my father, who, in the course of his brief weekend visit, got two bloody toes and perhaps a rug burn of sorts from a dog leash. Last time they came down for a visit, he had to go get stitches for bumping his head.

So thank you, Dad, for teaching me to not be afraid to go at life with gusto.

(That, but the way, is a picture of my dads legs. There is a lot of dog toy about to be tossed.)

trixietreats: the exchange of flowers-color by *begemott I...

Sun, 20 Jun 2010 19:11:37 -0400

trixietreats:

the exchange of flowers-color by *begemott

I love a lot about this but especially the facial expressions.

There was not one, but two, long and fascinating posts I was...

Fri, 18 Jun 2010 16:49:32 -0400

There was not one, but two, long and fascinating posts I was going to write today, but I’ve run out of energy, so instead I offer you this and wish you a good weekend.

I did this last summer with moderate success, so, without further ado: MY LIST OF WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO DO OVER SUMMER VACATION (IF I HAD ONE)

Wed, 16 Jun 2010 15:04:07 -0400

- Sit on various porches and drink beer (I’ve already gotten a pretty healthy start on this one.)

- Related: Finally manage to climb out on the balcony-like thing outside my window (and not die.)

- Go to a beach somewhere, swim during the day, walk along it at night (cliches exist for a reason.)

- Go to New Orleans and see some blond chick (I just bought tickets, so this sure as hell better happen.)

- Finally have that BBQ where we cook on the front porch with the Foreman grill on an extensions cord (This year, ladies, this year. I have faith.)

- Make annual summer pilgrimage to New York City, this time with added tour of “eateries that only serve one food.”

- Catch up on Mad Men

- Take. the F-ing. GREs. (For main obstacles to this goal, see bullets 1 and 7.)

- Buy a fabulous dress I can’t really afford for a wedding in August I am very much looking forward to. (Not mine.)

- Go camping (Now with more woods and less sound of crunching metal!)

- Figure out what the hell I’m doing in the fall (Now with more angst but possibility for international travel!)

Game on.

A shout out to my boy, J.W.

Wed, 09 Jun 2010 10:51:17 -0400

This may be an odd way to start posting again, but with all the John Waters hype going around for his new book, I realize more everyday what a truly delightful person he is. I think I first fell in love with Mr. Waters, really, when I was about nine and my grandparents were staying with me while my parents were away for the week. They rented “Serial Mom” for us all to watch, I guess without really reading the back? We didn’t get very far, but the flustered suggestion that “maybe we switch to another movie” is a memory I hold dear.

Anyway, I was reading an interview today, and this quote pretty much summed up a lot for me:

“Be interested in other people’s behavior and try to figure out why they did it. That’s what’s so interesting to me, and it’s not quite so obvious, and everybody has horror stories, everybody has secrets, everybody has things they’ve done that they’re still trying to explain why they did. So if you can understand why other people did it, then maybe you’ll be better with yourself and you can be a happy neurotic, which is what I’m trying to be.”

Next time I’m in an icebreaker situation and someone asks me who I would most like to have a beer with, alive or dead, I have an answer.

iloveoldmagazines: Popular Science 1971 Vol. 199, No. 1

Wed, 07 Apr 2010 11:59:56 -0400

iloveoldmagazines:

Popular Science

1971 Vol. 199, No. 1

austinkleon: “Take a Holiday” — first bootleg photo of...

Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:39:38 -0400

austinkleon:

“Take a Holiday” — first bootleg photo of Newspaper Blackout in the wild…

I take this as a sign. Something big is brewing. Oh dear, oh dear.

"Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up..."

Mon, 05 Apr 2010 15:58:03 -0400

“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within… By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere.”

- Paul Auster on Identity and Urban Spaces | A Piece of Monologue. Excerpt from City of Glass. (via mlarson) (via austinkleon)

Tis walking season, and I am infinitely happier for it.