Here's Part 2 of that interview. These are 2 longer clips of his songs:
the people I know, the places I go, the things I show, you know, they're nouns
Here's Part 2 of that interview. These are 2 longer clips of his songs:
Last Sunday, Kate blogged about trying (unsuccessfully) to duplicate a Diet Coke and Mentos science experiment she'd heard about. It was the first I've heard of it, but apparently, it's a big thing now. Terry sent me this video tonight and clued me. Check it out!
Ever see a billboard and wish you could tweak the message a little? Maybe add a new caption? Now you can.
Graphic designer Ji Lee noticed the ads blanketing his city and decided to turn some of them into public forums. He added 35,000 big blank caption bubble stickers to ads around NYC. Pedestrians were then free to scribble their own captions. Lee went back and collected photos of the results for his new book, Talk Back: The Bubble Project.
I have two favorite ads from the book. The first is a perfume ad featuring a fashion model. Her caption now reads, "Please, save me from objectification." The other is an iPod ad. The headset-wearing silhouette now says, "I steal music, and I'm not going away!"
The project is now online. You can dowload a template of the bubble sticker to make your own. You can also view some of the photos that Lee collected. They're organized into groups like Social Commentary, Politics, Philosophy, and Humor. While you're there, be sure to check out his manifesto.
Ads blanket public places. Businesses have even stooped to putting ads on the white lines between parking spaces. Everywhere you turn there's a glossy billboard telling you what to eat, what to wear, what to be. So, why not take the opportunity to talk back?
I spent too much time straightening and cleaning. Now I'm too tired to blog, but here's a photo. Behold the fruits of my labor.
I've been depressed lately, and I've come to this conclusion: depression makes my brain hurt. My sense of humor, at least, seems to be in tip-top shape. I took one of those online quiz things (yeah, I know...lame-O, blah blah blah) and it looks like I'm pretty emo: 56%. I guess it's time for me to go teach English overseas. Or maybe I'll just go fight wolverines in Alaska. The lamest part about being depressed is that I can remember what it is like to not be depressed. I just can't make myself feel that way. I can make myself act that way. I guess that will have to do for now.
I've been careful not to talk much about it in this blog, because writing here is one way that I'm fighting the dark raincloud floating over my mood. But I'm thinking that talking about it and poking fun at it might be a good way to chip away at the hold it seems to have on me. So take that, depression. Score one for me.
Dad and I drove south to Poplarville, MS for their annual Blueberry Festival. The town transformed itself into a showcase for more than just berries. Festival goers could sample many regional flavors, arts and crafts, and great music. The downside? Battling the MS Summer sun was a full-time job. Visit my flickr stream to see more photos of our day.
If you could found a festival in your hometown, what would it celebrate?
To whom it may concern: If you've been waiting for me to post Rick's birthday photos to my flickr account, well, I finally did. If you are waiting for Terry's & Jo's wedding pics, I'm still workin' on it...check back soon.
Rick's party was last weekend, so I'm not such a slouch. We had a good time - nice conversation at the Chinese place (Rick's favorite) and back at their apartment after ice cream-cake and gifts...."A grand time was had by all."
Our house has a mouse! Amazing how such a tiny critter can wreak such havok on a family's everyday life. She kept me up late into the night last night, scurrying across my bedroom's hardwood floors and munching something. This morning I discovered that her feast was the leather on my old catcher's mask.
This mouse is not shy - no dark corners or baseboard cracks for her. Every time I clicked on the light I caught glimpses of her racing across the middle of the room. So, it was no surprise tonight when I came into the kitchen to examine the squash Dad just brought in from the garden and found her sitting in the middle of the counter, eyeing the produce. One shout, and she jumped down and raced into the dining room and out of sight.
What to do? She's cute and everything, but I don't like sharing a room and groceries with her!
How do you get rid of your uninvited houseguests?
It's Friday night and I'm sitting home doing laundry...zzzzzzzz What's up with that? Did my invitation get lost in the mail?
Happy 1st day of June, everybody! In my family, we traditionally wish one another, "White Rabbit" on the first day of each month. It's a little contest we keep; the first one to utter the greeting wins! So...WHITE RABBIT!!
(ha ha...you won last month, P, but I win this round)