Stuff I Live My Life Around


I agree with this. When Phoebe Bridgers called attention to his “network of enablers,” I couldn’t help but think about the echo chamber of enablers that surrounded Michael Jackson. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Peer policing is the only real effective way to modify someones behavior. Until we can consistently speak up when things are going on that are not okay, we can’t really expect bad things to stop happening. Cancel culture gets a bad wrap for not allowing people to evolve and be better, but I don’t actually buy that people who engage in anti-social behaviors like sexual assaults actually can get better. That’s a different thing to letting them get away with what they want to do. I don’t care if it’s John Lennon or Jimmy Page, I don’t care to give my money or my energy or my devotion to people who don’t see the intrinsic value of human life, and celebrities and people in positions of power, and especially highly visible personalities DO need to be called to task. It’s just like the retrospective on that 2016 Kobe Bryant piece I posted earlier. The author reminds us that in the wake of Kobe’s death, his victims too are seeing any reference to their assaults being shut down like they don’t matter. They are seeing exactly how much what happened to them matters to us.


I’m waiting for conjoined twins to start a #usaswell movement


Well, satire or not, it is an interesting conversation. You think about the statistics for Indigenous women in America. They make up only 0.45% of the US population, but 84% of these women will experience violence in their life time, they’re murdered at 10 times the rate of white women, and 1 in 3 will experience rape. It’s a tiny tiny fraction of the population, but you can’t deny that it is a tiny fraction that is in crisis.

My belief is that until we can reconcile that it’s not okay to treat 51% of the population (women) as less than, more marginalized minorities don’t actually stand a chance.


Any way, heyyyyy how about that der art, eh??? Y’all excited to see brokedown McDonald’s tomorrow? I bet ya are.


I was just curious if some of you might get frequent nose bleeds? I would have to think the moral ground that you judge from is in a significantly high altitude. Hell, I find myself getting neck cramps periodically from having to look up at you from down here. Well, I’m off to the chiropractor.


No nose bleeds for me. But I can show you in the hottest way possible…what’s your Skype handle?


Here is the brokedown McDonalds from my kitchen. We really like McDonalds around here. The joke is that you look at it and see oh, they’re closed forever, I guess I’ll have to cook. But it doesn’t work, it’s broken.

This is photography from Quentin Fortney in Lincoln, NE.

Tomorrow you’ll get to see… the puppy fish! Wee!


We have a restauranteur around here who puts those same ceiling tiles in all his restaurants… what a funny coincidence! I think he must’ve bought like ten bundles of them in an estate sale. He seems to have a never ending supply.


This is the last thing in my kitchen, we can move on to another room! These ones we call the puppy fish because they have puppy like faces. My favorite is at the far end of the table. They love soup. This is a reproduction from a Victorian postcard.


I like that.


Here’s a picture of my grandson sitting on an iron bear’s lap and a painting he did for me. They hang on the wall of my office.


What an adorable jolly smile!


He’s my pride and joy. That was taken right after his first haircut. He just got his second haircut yesterday and all his long curly locks are gone. He no longer looks like Peter Frampton… but then again neither does Peter.


It might be cheating to include clusters like this, but I’ll be posting for the next three months if I don’t.

This is my husband’s wall. Not like “my husband gets one wall,” at one point all these pieces were scattered around the living room, but this wall was curated because it all relates to my husband.

He found that weather station at a thrift store on a weekend day trip we took. He is obsessed with it and fiddles with it daily. I have no idea how 2/3s of the stations work… but he’s always telling me about the pressure changes. Ahaha.

The little bird print was made right after he moved in with me. He had never done any printmaking and wanted to try it, so one night I drug out all my stuff and we made little Lino cuts. This was his, and to his extreme delight, I framed it and hung it in our living room.

The large etching of the Prodigal Son was his contribution to picking out art pieces to finish the living room. We got married on a Friday, that weekend we went on a day trip to the art museum, and then we came back home and painted the living room together. On president’s day we both picked out a piece of art to finish the living room. He had specifically set out to find a depiction of the parable of the prodigal son, and this was what he settled on because he felt it really brought across the feeling and emotion of the resolution of the story which he likes to think is not about returning to god, but about unconditional love in regard to your children. I like it because it looks like the Jules Feiffer illustrations in the Phantom Tollbooth. This copy is also a reproduction.

The last item is one of the few pieces of “real art” in our house (we can’t afford the real stuff yo). I collect tarot decks. I read tarot cards, I’m always thinking about them, been studying them seriously since 2014. About two years ago in the early spring, I bought the Brady Tarot, which is a wonderful animal based deck made by printmaker Emi Brady. It’s a very cool and thoughtful deck, if not altogether practical as it is too thick to shuffle. Anyway, I would catch my husband anytime I left him alone with it going through the cards. Something about this particular interpretation of the Rider Waite system in the context of North American animals had really captured his imagination. I ended up gifting it to him for his birthday a week later. This is one of the actual source prints from the deck (the one that was scanned to create this card at the printers). It’s 1/1, and was hand colored by the artist, who also had it custom framed. I bought it for my husband for Father’s Day that year.


Nice, I like clusters of prints tied together by themes and such. The prodigal son print reminds me of Daumier.


Here’s a couple of prints from my vineyard series that I hung up downstairs.


Very evocative work. Gives me goosebumps.


This is a canvas print of Albrecht Durer’s study of the Young Hare. Granted this is not a great photo of the painting itself, so here is the actual image:

This was actually a watercolor in original form, and as you can see where he signed it, was painted in 1502! Durer was a very interesting guy, definitely encourage you to read his Wikipedia article if you are bored. The Young Hare is the most famous of his works, and a subject of both hot debate and replication!

Here is a copy by a painter some 20 odd years later, trying to make a better version of this iconic image and even signing it as though it was a painting by Durer himself.

This was actually a Valentine’s Day gift for my first husband. He was a smoker and had very very calm energy. He was able to get the wild rabbits in our yard to approach him when he was out smoking, and that was what inspired the gift. He left every gift I gave him at my house when he moved out, so this is still here. This is also why I have a copy of the Simply Ming cookbook on my bookshelf, despite the fact that there is not a single recipe simple (ironic) enough that I could prepare it with items bought where I live.

I would love to get a second canvas of the imposter rabbit and hang them as a pair someday, for in many ways, I actually love the attempt to double down on the original imagery more than the source material. As any printmaker knows, there is such satisfaction in the deferred image.


Nice Mustang.


🧁🛁🤍 It’s actually a ONS MIM short scale Duo-Sonic from 1992. I paid way more than it was worth, but I do think I styled it really nicely.