08 April 2011

oh, the humanity...

Admit it, you judge a book by it's cover.  You even judge a book by it's publisher, the font used throughout, the paper.  It's okay... we all do. And really, is there anything wrong with that?  Part of the reading experience is enjoying the aesthetic of what you're holding... the smell of it, the look, the weight.  You curl up with it... you spend time in the most intimate places in your home, in varying degrees of dress with it.  You should love the way it looks and feels as well as what it says.  In my house, between my husband and I, we have four copies of Ulysses.  Four.  Have either of us read it in it's entirety?  No.  But the covers are lovely!  The smell of the foxing in the original Modern Library edition is heavenly.  And the sheer heft, layout and typography of the first facsimile, (we each had a copy before we were a couple) ,well... shows that we may have a problem, but that's another story.

Now, Ulysses has become public domain in America.  What does that mean?  It means anyone can churn out a cheap copy with any hideous cover they like.  And they are.  Below are four of the most horrible book covers i've ever seen... and for Ulysses?  It's confounding.  On the upside, Ulysses may attract a different set of readers now.  Or, let's be real... a new set of people who will buy it keep it on their shelf for the sheer heft of it.



18 March 2011

watching a bubble freeze

the crow paradox

by Ryan of Berkley Illustration


why isn't the crow more beloved by humans?  crows can modify tools and recognize individual human faces.  they hang out and chat.  they recognize us, but can we recognize them?

 voila: the crow paradox.

25 February 2011

what fills the void on a day like today?

a cup of gold blend barry's tea

cadbury mini eggs






a favorite collection of short stories



something warm to cuddle with (photo of ella bear: doug rice)

24 February 2011

rolling in the deep



WARNING: Blanket statement to follow:
Adele saves the children simply by existing.

let england shake



i have a feeling this will be my favorite album of 2011.

20 February 2011

oh, you pretty things...

although it's a guilty pleasure to check out what's going on during fashion week, it's not often that i see items from runway shows and think... "oh boy, i could totally wear that."  like most women, i don't have the body type for most of the designs, nor the disposable income, both of which i've grown a LOT more comfortable with since leaving new york.

but once i went into prada with a purpose.  i was going to walk out with a dress.  my dear friend kate came for moral support and helped me find something dreamy: a hand-dyed shift with layers of beaded silk.  it's weight defied it's ethereal qualities and i wanted it to come home with me.  in the time we were genuinely looking, not one idle sales person checked in with us, as other customers were hastily brought espresso drinks and items in different sizes.

when i approached a sales woman standing a yard or so from me and asked if she could show me a dressing room, she obliged reluctantly.  the dress wasn't right, the sales person was a character (she mentioned it was my height, not the dress that was the problem). the experience was horrible.  and so, i haven't gone back to prada or any shop like it.  it's just not my lifestyle.

but then, i saw this:














would someone like to go to marc jacobs with me?  i know we'll walk out dejected and deflated.  but we can get gelato and port and laugh about it afterwards.  and really, no dress is better than that, no matter what kate moss says.