6.28.2009

I love a cow


I especially love a cow in Polaroid.
Or 3.5 cows in Polaroid.

May the canny souls trying to obtain the stuff necessary to make the film, succeed.

May the canny souls trying to obtain the stuff necessary to make the film succeed. (Ambiguous, huh?)
May the canny souls trying to obtain the stuff necessary to make the film succeed in doing so.


6.11.2009

Blue Monkey's Maiden Flight | Rare Daytime Post



The Blue Monkey did indeed fly
among Honorable Mentions at Digital Graffiti 2009 / Alys Beach last Saturday. And, hey, the Finalists and Winners were truly spectacular. Congratulations!


An aside: I realize now that Blue Monkey is actually turquoise, but Turquoise Monkey's Maiden Flight lands on the ear with a bit of a thud.

What's in a name, huh?

5.28.2009

r e p o s t : Digital Graffiti 2008 + 2009

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Digital Graffiti 2008 —


Imagine you're at Alys Beach on the Gulf of Mexico with the waves slapping on the sand. Imagine it's your photography on that wall.

Whoa.


Digital Graffiti 2009 —

Think: multiple color-saturated beachside drive-ins on foot + VJ
Shantell Martin + drinks + architecture

Saturday, June 6
8:30-midnight
Alys Beach, Florida

Look for my short, very short animation 'Blue Monkey's Maiden Flight' in the courtyard.

Hey, it's fun & frolic! Be there.




Photos: Fred Sawyer


5.23.2009

Ephemera

High school
when it meant something : dress code, effort, mandatory second language,
necessary work-arounds and tricks
essentially innocent though not at all so
not so at all

when
born old



5.20.2009

Luck



I caught a reflection.
Actually I caught a slew of reflections.
The orchid caught my eye.


5.12.2009

Kiss 'em goodbye for a bit



Say farewell to the briny-sweet Apalachicola Bay oyster for a few months. Sublimate with boards of Gorgonzola dolce + honey + prosciutto + melon until fall. Make lunch of tomato + mozzarella + basil caprese with olive oil and baguette. Halve avocados, splash on the hot sauce, sprinkle with diced Vidalia onion and salt. An avocado is its own bowl. Get trays and pop out ice cubes of ruby pomegranate juice. Buy a seltzer water bottle and spritz fruity syrups. Eat after sundown. Drink a lot of sangria. Drink a lot.

It's hot out there. Even now, it's hot.



PS Most bottled waters are somebody else's tap water so get a filter for your kitchen sink. Plastic bottles are forever. Save a dinosaur.


4.28.2009

More pearls and a longtime delusion


Beware the urge to check your pleasant word in the dictionary. The familiar one you believe you know so clearly that you'd never researched it. But you don't know. Not really.

All my life—forever, until today—I've believed the surface of a pearl was formed of the magical.creamy.delicious French nacre. But no. Nacre is mother of pearl and lines the lovely shells we used as ashtrays on screened porches circled with windchimes. Fine, but nacre is not a pearl and no one smokes any longer, so I plant succulents in the shells. Briefly. They advance quickly from shallow shells to celadon pots. There's another word I won't look up. Celadon. And shagreen. Onion skin. Penultimate.

I prefer innocence. Illusion. Delusion. I prefer nacre as the surface of my pearls. Or glow.

I checked a thesaurus. There is no synonym listed for 'moonlight.'



4.21.2009

Spring arrives in music + impossible greens

"Suppose there is a pigeon, suppose there is" —Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons





Music for this springtime:
  • Van Morrison — Astral Weeks Live At the Hollywood Bowl
  • Madeleine Peyroux — Bare Bones
  • Jolie Holland — the living and the dead
  • Neko Case — Middle Cyclone
  • Avett Brothers — Mignonette
  • Heartless Bastards — The Mountain
  • David Byrne & Brian Eno — Everything That Happens Will Happen Today
  • Lucinda Williams + Shelby Lynne — YouTube, Still I Long for Your Kiss
  • + a bottle of wine

4.13.2009

People, places, thinkin' | Independent Lens


Lions and tigers and bears ... who cares? PBS does. A PBS hour or two of who is caring about something. Irresistible.


4.09.2009

Frog went a-courtin'...

...and he did ride, uh-huh.


I feel silly, oh, so silly.