sometimes we make silly things for the people we love…

You know, sometimes an extremely-silly-yet-kinda-awesome idea strikes and you just have to do something about it. And, sometimes, you can justify spending the time on a silly idea because it’s for someone amazing. That’s why I made these sparkly Twilight-inspired … Continue reading sometimes we make silly things for the people we love…

you should read this…

So, I’m a little late to the game, but I have to say it: I LOVED The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. I’m maybe the last person in the world to read it — or at least the last person in the University of Baltimore MFA community — and I’m not ashamed to admit it. But now that I’m converted, I think you should read it, too. Why, you ask? It’s the story of the ultimate nerd. Nerds are awesome. The scene with Mr. P will make you cry (in a good way). So many … Continue reading you should read this…

why do we do the things we do?…

So, I’ve been working on a project for more than a year now, mostly in my head. It’s a trio of book dolls based on poems I’ve written which are based on characters in the Günter Grass novel The Tin Drum. (Pretty meta for poem-y book arts, right?) Among the plans: a pull-out eel, skirt pages and, um, a sort of fabric molting situation. It’s going to take a while longer, but I thought I’d post some in-progress photos to 1) prove I’ve been up to something book-y and 2) provide myself a public record of progress that will hopefully … Continue reading why do we do the things we do?…

a bajillion little pieces…

I have paper. I bought some new pens. Supposedly, that’s all you need. And yet… It’s 10 days until November, which means I have 10 days to figure out what on earth I’m going to write about during National Novel Writing Month, or Nanowrimo. I signed up a few weeks ago with friends, so the required system of guilt and nagging is already in place to an extent, but the big question — what will I write about? — remains a mystery. I have a few days off to figure this thing out. At this point, I’m headed more in … Continue reading a bajillion little pieces…

a spirit of innovation…

I’m always amazed by people who have the courage to think big thoughts. I’m extra impressed by those who think big and who also have the patience, the people skills and the determination to actually see those ideas through to dramatic completion. Steve Jobs was one of those people. On the day of his passing, I’d like to share a photo of one of Apple’s finest creations: the Mac color classic. How many nights did I spend writing papers on this computer? How many poems were constructed on this screen? I wrote my first HTML on the color classic. I … Continue reading a spirit of innovation…

excitingly, nail-bitingly amazing…

Dear Chris “The Duchess” Walton, I saw your picture in the newspaper today. Your nails are incredible. Impossible. I want to write about you at a later date, tuck you away for a future poem. Something tells me you’d be fine with that. I love ekphrasis, you see. And how can I not consider you pure sculpture, art and artist all at once? How can my eye not wander over the incredible lines, wonder over each decision to curve right or left? I hope you don’t mind, but I want to think about the last 18 years of your life. … Continue reading excitingly, nail-bitingly amazing…

the faster we are…

…the harder we fall. I hate to admit it, and I really hate slowing down. But it’s true. Even if it takes a concrete feast to remind me once in a while. This morning, I took what was supposed to be a quick run around my neighborhood. About 15 minutes in, I crossed a loose growling dog, who chased me for about a minute while I screamed at the top of my lungs. (Thanks for noticing, neighbors. Keep sleeping in.) I got away just fine, just a bit more out of breath than planned. Ten minutes later, feeling proud at … Continue reading the faster we are…

disaster schmisaster…

There’s nothing like a crazy week to make you appreciate your home. On Tuesday, we had a small earthquake, the first I’ve ever experienced. On Thursday and Friday, a fly nest exploded in the window well of my work building, filling my office with dozens of dizzying, biting unwelcome guests. (My final kill record was 32.) And now, Hurricane Irene is on her way. In order to syke her out, I have done nothing to prepare. Even the batteries I bought were the wrong size. Not that I think it matters. We’ve lived without lights before, even — gasp — … Continue reading disaster schmisaster…

the sting of guilt…

Those who know me well know I’m a big old hippie. I make new stuff out of old stuff. I love to recycle, compost and grow things. And because I grew up barefooted on a farm, I’ve never minded when ants and other creatures wandered into the human realm. I figure they have as much right to be here as you and I do. That’s why I’m still a bit upset about Friday. On Friday, I killed a bug. It wasn’t just any bug, but a nearly two-inch long cicada killer wasp. (Such a beautiful insect!) It was loudly buzzing … Continue reading the sting of guilt…