1. For cat lovers and font lovers: 20 Cats as Fonts. Including:
2. Comic Sans Cat looks like I feel after this week.
3. I continue to cope with hippie songs. Any song where you can sing “Om” is a good one:
1. For cat lovers and font lovers: 20 Cats as Fonts. Including:
2. Comic Sans Cat looks like I feel after this week.
3. I continue to cope with hippie songs. Any song where you can sing “Om” is a good one:
The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightning and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not. –The Upanishads
(Image from the Heart and Soul nebulae via Bad Astronomy; quote via my inner hippie. )
Today’s tip is courtesy of my lifelong friend Amber, and is dear to my heart after all the years I spent working in social stationery:
How do you remember which spelling of “stationery/stationary” is the correct one in a given situation?
I’m glad I knit because yarn is much easier to buy than anti-anxiety meds, and nearly as effective. (I don’t travel well, if you couldn’t tell.) Look what I got (nearly) done on the business trip yesterday:
These are the legwarmers for my yoga teacher. I think I will knit the fold over cuff, as discussed before–probably because I just. kept. knitting. on the plane and the ribbing got a little long anyway.
One-day business trips, you are brutal. But at least this destination gives me a catchy tune to have stuck in my head.
1. Have you seen Better Book Titles yet? It redesigns book covers “to give you the meat of the story in one condensed image”–one hilarious condensed image, that is:
So many more here.
2. Happy birthday to Marxist/alienist playwright/composer Bertolt Brecht today. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to be singing “Show me the way to the next whisky bar” when this week is finally over tonight.
Sometimes all you can do is accept that the bad day wins, get takeout, make a drink, and listen to Bob Dylan (who I find soothing; your mileage may vary). My inner hippie really loves “Mr. Tambourine Man,” because my inner poet thinks the lyrics are so pretty:
Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves:
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
That last line is like a tagline for bad days! Also, be sure to watch the video soon if you find Bob soothing; I found it on a Turkish (?) site and it may not be up long.
Does anyone else do this? Build up events so they seem to “mean” more than they really do? I didn’t even clearly know I did it (just wondered why I felt disappointed so much) until I encountered this part of The Hours years ago. So let’s revisit the helpful quote for the third time on this blog:
It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than 30 years later, to realize it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book.
[…] What lives undimmed in Clarissa’s mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a pond while the mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it’s perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows: That was the moment, right then. There has been no other.
“It was happiness…that was the moment, right then. There has been no other.” Michael Cunningham, you simultaneously destroy me and make my life so much better.
This week will mark the one-year anniversary of my being in the house. Since it’s really the biggest and longest-term project I’ll undertake, why not look at the progress made through the year?*
With an Eames chair and real window coverings.
And with a coffee table and Arco-esque lamp. Things are getting fancy…
And here’s the orange sofa and grown-up art over the fireplace.
And on the other side of the room, there are curtains and fabric art I made (and more than two people can dine in comfort).
Hooray for home decorating!
*No, I haven’t finished any sewing this week. Can you tell?