An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Excuse me while I go make love to a bean burrito

The only way I can describe the madness that is going on inside my brain is to compare these first several weeks of pregnancy to an ecstasy trip. Not in the sense that it’s all euphoria and dancing and kissing, no. In fact, it’s just…

November 24, 2008

Catalog: The Illustrated History of Mail Order Shopping

I’m loving this collection of mail-order catalog snapshots from the likes of Sears, Neiman Marcus, JC Penney, and Marshall Field as both a source of design inspiration and a history of American consumerism. My two favorite clippings are one, a full page spread for bathroom…


The only reason these aren’t the salt and vinegar variety is because I already ate that bag for breakfast.

Morbid fairy tale

Leta’s running monologue as she played with this miniature Sleeping Beauty toy this morning: “And then she died and died and died. And she was dead. Very dead. And then the Prince kissed her and she no longer died.”