Perforation Problems

Get used to it.

After speaking at the Pattern Indy event. A noisy picture of a parking lot. My pictures are so interesting.

Aka I-woke-up-in-a-panic-cause-I'd-forgotten-to-take-a-picture.

Don't ask. Actually, do. I feel like what happened here is the cow wanted to eat the sandwich, but the villagers got in the way, because of course it's THEIR giant sandwich, which they made for their robot. Thanks, Maggie, for having interesting things on your desk.

Clyde will not look you in the eye after you give him a bath.

Look what Blogger did to the title of this post. Apparently Blogger hates the French.

Waiting for what? Not sure. Probably food.

In her book Bird by Bird , Anne Lamott says she keeps a tiny, one-inch picture frame by her desk to remind her to focus on short assignments, to remember that she only has to write what she could see through that one, tiny frame. When writing seems like a gargantuan, impossible task, remember to start small. You don't have to write something huge, important, or even good. You just have to write something. Just let some words come out. Here's something Lamott suggests to her students: write about lunches for half an hour. 

So, my Project 365 attempt was a resounding failure, which is not altogether unexpected. Let's not spend too much time discussing it or feeling guilty - instead, we'll just chalk it up to what Steven Pressfield calls "Resistance." (I'm currently reading his book on succeeding in creative fields - The War of Art . Main takeaway so far? You just gotta do it, and when you don't do it, spending a lot of time thinking about how you didn't do it is just another way of not doing it.) Instead of dwelling on this failure, I'm just going to post some pictures that cover the last three months. October: Counting China For the wedding, we borrowed china from family members, friends, and my great-grandparents' antique shop so each table could have mismatched sets. Two weeks before the wedding we went up to the lake to wash, count, and sort all the plates. October 27th: Wedding We met on the pier about an hour before the ceremony so we could ...

Life – I am of both of your directions Life Somehow remaining hanging downward the most but strong as a cobweb in the wind — I exist more with the cold glistening frost. But my beaded rays have the colors I’ve seen in a paintings — ah life they have cheated you Marilyn Monroe,  Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters Discovered here (an excellent site, btw)