An impulse D.I. buy on a chair with good bones. Since a bona fide cowhide rug is probably far, far off in my future, I thought I’d get that modernorustic look with a bit of stripping, staining and reupholstering. What can I say, I’m a sucker for a chic seat.
The Red (and Pink) Badge of Courage, awarded this Valentine’s season to the dear Emiline, for acts of steadfastness and valor on the battlefield of love. I hope to follow her lead and one day prove myself worthy of one as well. (Many thanks to Chris L. for the badge design.)
It has been said that the faintest ink is better than the best memory. A cloud of binary zipping through space is probably much worse than that watered down, off-brand ink. Still, it must be better than these lackadaisical neurons of mine, hoarding glutamate like war’s a-brewin’ while I squinch up my face trying to think of what I did last April.
Thus, in order to better serve my future, where I hope to have a past, I’ve decided to change the aim of this tumblr. Instead of being exclusively a gallery of my rather anemic artistic output, I’m going to fill it with idiosyncratic bric-a-brac. One thing I’ve accomplished, observed, learned, overheard, ate, regretted, powered through, laughed at, weeped over, whatever and ever amen, from between midnight and midnight. I hope to keep it entertaining for you, gentle reader, and informative for me, such that I might one day be able to figure out just what exactly I’ve been spending all my time on. It’ll be like, like a journal! Or, you know, any other blog on the Internet!
That said, I’ve been thinking the whole thing needs a new name. I’ll try to think of an apt and elegant appellation, but for now let’s stick with the previous one. And I’ll link to Facebook, too. Oh ho, now we’re getting brazen!
Et voila, my submission for the Utah Office of the Medical Examiner’s t-shirt to be sold at their annual conference. This year’s theme is Mass Incident Fatality Management, so my friend Jill thought I should include depictions of disasters that might end in wide-scale human death. I did that to the best of my ability, suggesting the looming prospect of death with the giant, cliff-like skull jutting into the sea. The challenge with these shirts is to keep them cool and interesting, while still remaining respectful to those that might be affected by such incidents (last year’s gun homicide shirt skirted the line with an homage to Guns ‘n Roses.) I think I accomplished that by delivering a moody, forbidding landscape in the style of Edward Gorey. Here’s hoping it sells like gangbusters!
I finally used the vintage fabric that Chris L. gave me to make these kickin’ throw pillows for my bed. Sadly you can’t see it here, but there’s some real groovy gold thread running longitudinally across them. Incidentally, it occurs to me that based on my small number of posts thus far it may seem that my leisure activities are disproportionately pillow-centric. Even if they were, I would justify them by saying I’m practicing my hidden stitch for future patients’ lacerations. Can you imagine your freshly treated wound looking as good as these pillows? I am going to be such a good doc.
—Stendhal. [Let us all supply happiness to those in our lives, that we may become beautiful thereby.]
Today I visited a few of my family members’ blogs and was shocked to see that unlike my forays into online record keeping, their sites had not become totally derelict several years ago and after only a couple updates. Posts from two or three days ago? More than 500 discrete entries?? Unheard of! So I am inspired to invest more time in my tumblr, at least a couple of hours a week. This will be the first time I have expanded my online presence, as opposed to my usual goal of reduction, since I quit Facebook four months ago. Let the great experiment commence!
Throw pillows in “Fish Bowl” and “A New Twist” textiles.
