living out of boxes

[free until they cut me down]

(L):  Iron and Wine lyrics and image:  Kara Walker appropriation with stickers

(R):  Oct 07 issue, Art in America

Kara Walker slideshow:  the anti-Oprah

estrella experiments.

So,
in between a low budget and a trip back to visit the Midwest for the Season, I've been trying to come up with nicely crafted gifts. 
Here are Finnish stars made from the New York Times Book Review,
which will hopefully give relatives something to comment on...


Here are my first four stars past my feet there.

I mean there.  Nice negative space.  yeah.

They make natural wallpaper with the grass behind them.

[Getting bored is not allowed]

so what if writing children's book is super hip right now?  That's not my probelm, and that's not going to keep me from attempting to write a book about Lula the Dog's Night on the Town. 

We have no idea where she was for exactly twenty-four hours last Friday night.  I've been entertaining myself by making up an adventure. 

I work with what I've got.

typified out of boxes.

dear traveler

I've been posting recent collages to see what I think of them as part of my digital documents.  And I like to see them in a different form that I can share beyond this notebook that I always carry on me. 

This collage has little to do with New Orleans visually, but feels familiar to a vibe that is here in the parades of bohemian culture that I've gotten to know over this summer.  Working at Cafe Flora is part of this scene.  But the scene is also connected to the city's natives that I am getting to know, other common ground volunteers, other cafe and bar servers, the regulars that frequent them and the spirit that the whole social parade creates.

So, even though I'm moving into my second season of being here and I'm relaxed enough to feel "home", I also feel like I'm traveling as I get to know the city and the bohemian parade better as I run into friends in the overlapping scenes. 

this song was more summer 2002 for me..."the Frugal Traveler" reminds me of "dear traveler"...nonetheless, I still have feelings for it:

The She

 Ripped off 
 You smoked the Bible 
 Rolled it up 
 Your last breath 
 Hot on my back 
 You get started 
 Try to get somewhere 
 You move so slow 
 You're not even here 
 
 Dear traveller 
 
 It's my death 
 My rhythm 
 My arithmetic 
 I got used to 
 Nobody ridin in the back 
 
 Sorrow blowin through the veins 
 I'm over Houston 
 You're over the night we met 
 
 Dear traveller 
 
 The she 
 Scared electricity 
 Where no human 
 Carries a map 
 You say you gotta burn to shine 
 But every prism unwinds 
 A road to ruin 
 And this tickets mine 
 
 Dear traveller


 

NOtebook entries 2.

a 3-pack a day.

I'm a descendant of Eastern Europeans, so I have no reluctance using that as an excuse to feel better about my pack-rat tendencies.   I have to avoid loose paper, and keep my piles either in neat stacks or bound books/pads. 

And paper product-wise, there have been many times when I've looked up in the middle of one of my law classes to see myself as one of the many scribbling a tort damages diagram or something onto a legal pad.  Before law school, I really didn't see myself as a legal pad person...They're bound, but not contained enough for me.  So, finding myself buying packs of legal pads successively was kinda weird.  But Doane paper might help me feel less of a rat race runner.  13 USD for a 3-pack, though?