Life is short. Make fun of it.
Life, links, music and good, good times. Hello! I'm Anne. I've been basking in the glow of utter confusion since 1947. Good to see you.
Current Addictions
50 Watts
Adam Rex
Andreas Hykade
Bard.io
Bearskinrug
Carl Kleiner
Carl Wiens
Chineasy
Darcel
Edel Rodriguez
Ellis Nadler
Escape Into Life
Frank Gonzales
Fred Blunt
Gaëlle Faure
GE Reports
Gvozdariki
Humans of New York
Ian Wood
Ida Skivenes
It's Nice That
i.Webthings
Jackson Pollock DIY
Ji Lee
John Martz
Jonathan Twingley
Jon Carling
Literary Jukebox
Matthias Schade
Malika Favre
Microbotnik
Nik Daum
Obscure Sorrows
Rebecca Hendin
Red Labor
Roman Muradov
Rom Villaseran
Sarah Hoskins
Scarflok
Si Clark
Steve McCurry
Takahiro Kimura
The Project Twins
Tom Gauld
Tor.com
Torso Vertical
Windows of New York
WWWTXT
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Another cynical attempt to capture a market more popular than whatever one I’m in now - this time, the 1950s-knockoff illustration market.
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Rob Hodgson, Yin Yang Cats, unpublished valentines design © Urban Graphic
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Post-it doodle
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Main Street - 1947
Artwork from “Drawing Lines,” a series by South African graphic designer and illustrator Matt Kay
Superb work, is it not? I must confess, though, as I was glancing through Kay’s impressive portfolio, someone came into the room and asked me how I was doing. Among the group of images I was viewing at the time was the one presented here. It spoke to my disposition perfectly. Tired, weighed down by the absurdities of life, yet maintaining a smile in the belief that eventually even long-standing difficulties will pass. Either that, or my head will explode. Either case, problem solved.
update to resolute…..
After much consideration, I will NOT be dialing down the crazy, because: required meds suck the fun out of everything, the deer who winters in my back yard hangs with me on sleepless nights (we talk, it’s nice), I like being a card-carrying member of the AARP (Anxious Americans in Recycled Pubescence), any future invading armies of evil space weasels will likely give me wide berth. Plus, you people don’t pay my bills, so I don’t have to be sane. Besides, most of you are batshit crazy as well, so there’s that.
Oh, these fierce determinations we set upon each new year.
In younger days, acting suited me well. I was attractive, funny and….eccentric. Being bi-polar clearly offered certain dramatic advantages. By the time I was dragging forty-five, however, madhattery had upped its game. Combine that with various phobias and terminal cancer - voila! - a recluse was born.
Fast forward 20 years. Cancer’s still chilling off stage. But two things did change recently. Christmas Day, another year older. NYE day, someone in the family got a new phone….and felt compelled to shove its backwards video flaptrap in my face. So there I was - looking at myself looking at me. Not a mirror image, mind, but seeing myself as others do. When, I wondered, did I stop looking like (an older) Janeane Garofalo and start looking like a Saint Bernard? Holy hell.
So now, after a three day pajama-clad Ben & Jerry fueled pity-party, time to teach life who’s boss. While I can’t do anything about the years, I sure as hell can get healthier, look prettier (attitude + Olay), jack things up a bit, and dial down the crazy. Because 65 ain’t nowhere near done, and anything is possible - even for imperfect, unstable old compounds such as myself.
“I used to think you needed to see it, to believe it. But now I realize that to see it, you must first believe it. Everything is possible. Everything is possible.” Andre Jordan
tea and art are good for what ails you
For years i’ve been saying I have experience out the wazoo. Nice to see my claim validated.
Heat and humidity finally turned it down a notch, if for only a day or two, so I wanted to find something cheery. Ryan Shiu’s Tomato Head certainly fits the bill. See more of his work at Ry So Serious.
This is some of Brian Gossett’s art. These are Brian Gossett’s tweets. And Hello New York is Brian Gossett’s latest mix. Enjoy.
Seems The Bosha will be doing a signing tonight in NYC tonight. May want to get there early, ladies.
You see? Sometimes good things come in threes as well. Also, I’ve never has a smore. In case you were wondering.
So busy today. And the weather! Went outside earlier - what a hot, sticky mess. And have you noticed - not a bird or bee in sight. Weird. They say it’s going to be worse tomorrow, so I expect they’ll be issuing a spontaneous combustion alert. Before that happens, what say we get together later this evening? Made a fresh, sweet loaf of sourdough bread yesterday, and there’s homemade coleslaw as well as balsamic tomato-mozzarella salad doing their thing in the fridge. While the bbq-basted boneless chicken thighs are grilling, a little something sparkly and refreshing, like Martini Royale Bianco: freshly squeezed juice of half a lime; add plenty ice, then 50% Martini Bianco and 50% Martini Prosecco (about one-third cup each, ice cold). Garnish with lime wedge and a sprig of mint. Good time inspired by Russian artist Iv Orlov.
is a failure to computerate. When one family member fried his motherboard the other day, I came up with a temporary solution. He can use mine until we can get him a replacement and I’ll share Mark’s laptop. Easy peasy, right? Turns out, not so much. Mark’s laptop has: so little free space left, it couldn’t accommodate a gnat’s sneeze let alone a basic application or two from my files; a screen resolution so large and font so tiny, I need an electron microscope to see; password protected everything, from updates to downloads to every single flipping folder. I have the passwords, but who has the time? So unless I come up with a new solution or the Patron Saint of Geeks drops a new computer in my lap, my current choices are a few days’ blog hiatus or migraine. Hiatus it is.
