Archive for the ‘on the fridge’ Category

Never ending…. Tasty chatting

Tuesday, February 21st, 2012

That pretty much sums up much of my recent trip to India. Never ending tasty chatting.

Gajali or gajalee (also the name of a famous fish restaurant further up the Maharashtra coast in Mumbai) means  “an informal gathering” in the Malvani & Konkani languages.

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Monday, December 6th, 2010

Room with Finn Juhl furniture and lots and lots of books. It’s worth reprinting this Anna Quindlen quote on books:

“I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.”
~Anna Quindlen, “Enough Bookshelves,” New York Times, 7 August 1991.

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Atention People’s Faceing Northeast

Friday, August 6th, 2010

Photocopied sign found taped to telephone pole in Chinatown, a few blocks from my studio. Beautiful poster of the apocalyptic warning variety. “The dotes are the extraterrestrials ship’s.” I love how ‘dots’ is misspelled, and apostrophe is on the wrong word, but A+ on spelling ‘extraterrestrials’ correctly. I think the writer means “this is no joke” but how can we tell.

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Monday, April 12th, 2010

While at art school in Halifax, Nova Scotia, my American friends Paul and Eugene and I lived in a rented seaside house in a nearby fishing village. The day we moved in to our house in Shad Bay we found a framed map of our cove, and it showed a little island across the water from us marked ‘Treasure Island.’ For the next year we tried to get hold of a boat to get over there.

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Lost budgie – he really likes mirrors and is a very good flyer

Friday, March 26th, 2010

In the “on the fridge” category.

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I would like a Smithsonian rock collection

Monday, October 19th, 2009

I was in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History this past week. My childhood fetish for rock-collecting came back in a rush, and the Minerals and Fossils sections filled me with a deep hankering to build my own rock display. Maybe a bit smaller, and with a less eerie museological lighting—though the spotlit chiaroscuro at the Smithsonian was kind of neat, like something a James Bond villain would have right next to the shark pool.

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