Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Things in Jars

I tend to repeat repeat myself a lot but scrupulous searching yielded nothing on ze blawg about this yet so logging.

I am running out of kitchen counter space. My empty jar collection is taking over. I need to fill them, finish them and put them on display. So searching for ideas, my highly creative Google Image search "things in jars" yielded this Live Journal collection:

Some beautiful, some not so beautiful, some downright icky.







And then there's this. Full, flat-out, nightmare-inducing, mind fuckery that it is.

You're welcome.





Mourning


I get up around 2 AM every day. I like the quiet of the night, helps me think. Every single time I see the sky start to lighten I get this sinking feeling in my gut, a sadness, a longing, like watching a friend go home. It's not so much the noise and commotion of the day, more about the brightness. The unrelenting sun or maybe the heat. We had one gloomy grey day earlier this week though and I just reveled in it.

This. (May've been posted elsewhere but was sent to me by accomplice)

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Life - Timelapse

A.) Narrated by David Attenborough, the most amazing voice ever.

B.) Various sea worms, starfish and other tentacled things munching on corpse. Really beautifully, hypnotically disgusting.

"Three-foot nemertean worms and carnivorous sea stars prowl the Antarctic in search of flesh. Finding a dead seal, the sea stars inject it with digestive juices ... then suck it up like soup." (BBC youtube description)

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Today's Menu: Mish Mash


Maybe not technically mish mash. I think there's a connection here, some method to madness, some reason I've grouped these. I'm too scrambled to word underlying theme properly though. I can't wait to untangle, need to post now. My blawg backlawg is like airport pick-up/drop-off zone, no parking allowed. About a dozen of these things are about to get tickets.

I'm afraid that makes no sense. But I can't even tell. Oh well.

"Doll Face" Andy Huang



"The Girl with the Prefabricated Heart" Hans Richter




The Old Robots Website




Every single one of these little guys makes me absurdly happy. I want all of them. Carefully seated on nice shelves in lieu of wallpaper or whatever.

Midnight Dance

(Hello, Blawg, been awhile. I had gobs of comments to post. Normally, I really like to reply to every single one. I'm going to try to do that over the next couple of days but will be posting new stuff in the interim.)

... Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!