Ani DiFranco had a baby girl — Petah Lucia — a couple of days ago. Seems to me, motherhood just got a whole lot cooler. Congratulations Ani, but more importantly, congratulations Petah Lucia. Your mom is righteous.
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I was busy last week y’all! Not only have I been Livin’ the Life™, but I’ve had work deadlines galore (hurrah for work!), and also I had my AWESOME GIG OVER AT DESIGN MOM. What a great time I had unearthing nicely designed things from the world at large, as well as showing off some of the stuff I’ve done that makes me happy. Hope you had a chance to drop in on Design Mom, whether to read my words or just to visit one of the truly great blogs out there. And if you haven’t had a chance, I…
Design Mom, overseer of all that is lovely at the intersection of Design and Motherhood, has graciously invited me to be the Guest Mom over at her place this week. Aren’t I the luckiest designer/mom/blogger ever?? You don’t have to answer. I totally know I am. So come visit me over there this week. She’ll still be posting right alongside me, and if you don’t already know about her blog, I’d like you to. It will make you happy.
So my cousin Adam, brilliant cartoonist, all around cool guy, has launched a new phase of his online comic strip Mose. Today is interactive! and fun! and I thought I’d tell you about it so you wouldn’t miss out. Click here for the rules. Happy Googling.
Which is actually kinda true. I mean, I’m not opposed to government in and of itself, but the process by which we arrive at government? Not for me. Too much senseless arguing and too many “oh if only” statements and not enough actual power for the people. But I digress. Wanna know who told me I don’t like politics? A website. And not just any website. Not one of those silly personality quizzes, no no. This is a website with pictures. Of cats and tractors. And Fred Flintstone. And uh trees and stuff. You click on pictures and then there’s…
When I was in college my roommate, the clever Swooze, had a poster of Edward Gorey’s The Gashlycrumb Tinies. What with us being busy college students and all, we devoted what extremely precious, very little free time we had to memorizing the whole thing. A is for Amy who fell down the stairs, B is for Basil, assaulted by bears. And so on, and so forth. You know, just in case the final was going to be cumulative. In our defense, the poster was hanging in the bathroom… Anywho, moving on. Sheryl over at Paper Napkin posted a link to…
My pal Shelly, appreciator of all things small, unusual and cute, sent me this link this morning. She suggested it as a companion piece to the message beans I wrote about before and I tell ya — I agree with her. The Plant-Me Pet is a biodegradable latex doll with plant seeds for eyes. You can play with them or bury them head first in soil to sprout into edible pumpkin, melon, or tomato plants. I love their talking bubbles and I love their shapes and their colors and the way their seedy eyes augment their different personalities. The only…
So Jenny, one of my new pals over at Mama Drama, is one weird chiquita. She has a house full of stuff — collections, trippy paintings and cool machinery. I’d love to visit her! And if you ever thought you grew up in a hole-in-the-wall town, just ask her where she’s from. Anyway, she’s having a contest where she’s giving away this crazy poodle portrait in exchange for us showing her some weird stuff in our houses. I don’t know if any of us is going to have anything weirder than the stuff she has, but I’m gonna give it…
My dad just forwarded this to me and I felt it my duty to pass it on to you. I swear y’all. I love this man. Totally in spite of my better judgment. But I love him (MM, not my dad. Of course I love my dad). Tuesday, November 14th, 2006 A Liberal’s Pledge to Disheartened Conservatives … by Michael Moore To My Conservative Brothers and Sisters, I know you are dismayed and disheartened at the results of last week’s election. You’re worried that the country is heading toward a very bad place you don’t want it to go. Your…
She WON a marathon yesterday. Here’s the story. I can’t decide if her running in and winning the marathon counterbalances my having sat around all weekend consuming and ass-enlargening, or if it just exposes in harsh harsh light the ass-enlargening hunk of laziness I’ve become. Either way, I’m proud to bits of my friend, whom we affectionately call Xofod. And now I’m taking my exposed enlarged ass outside to move around a little.