Archive for October, 2009

Cookie Fail

Milk Duds and Starburst must be added with caution. They do taste good, despite the way the candy melted into a hideous mess all over the cookie sheet. The before:

Domestic Tasks We Don’t Consider to be Work

Kevin enjoys cooking, and does it well. Michael enjoys cleaning, and does it well. Julia enjoys painting the walls, and does it well. How can this be combined into a successful business model?

Thoughts about Soup

You know how they are advertising “all natural” everything? Like soup? New, all natural soup recipes. What the hell were they putting in soup before?

Something wrong with this picture

Honey, would you put on your nicest things and go chop me down a Christmas tree? And don’t forget to wear a cardigan over your wedding dress- it’s cold out there on the glacier.

Vermeer’s Milkmaid and the WSJ Composter

I really like the photo on the left of a woman in San Francisco (photographer Gwendolyn Bounds, image from the WSJ) putting scraps in a home compost machine. Such a great use of light and a clear reference to Vermeer’s classic image.

Subjective Interpretation

This is the tidiest definition of contemporary painting I have ever seen: The cardinal feature of all painting since Impressionism is the conviction that art must be an act of subjective interpretation. I can’t think of a case where this is false. Even contemporary realism contains subjective interpretation. (from Still LIfe Painting by Charles Sterling)

Country House Vocabulary

I’m reading a dull book called “Country House Treasures of Britain.” Mostly descriptions of furniture, ornamental plasterwork, etc– pleasant reminders of Britain’s rich cultural past. A less pleasant reminder of the past are the gibbeting irons and the medieval scold’s bridle for malicious gossips. Gibbet: an upright post with an arm on which the bodies [...]

Watercolor

I’ve decided to spend more time working in Watercolor. Here are the results.

Sample Conversation: Happy Hour

Her: Did Mike go running? Me: Yep. Her: He’s so good. I wish I had his discipline. (opening bag of chips) Me: Oh, I know. Her: Would you like a glass of this Syrah? Me: Yes, please.