All Things Grow: Save the Date
Save the Date is a really cute stop motion video from All Things Grow.
Archive for the ‘Things Adored’ Category
in Bb 2.0 – a collaborative music/spoken word project
in Bb 2.0 is some crazy, creative, fucking fantastic shit. The videos can be played one at a time, if you want. But to really get a sense of this project, play them all. Simultaneously.
ThinkTank’s “Wired Up”
** EDIT: How funny that just a day after making this post, the Multimedia Wired Up Collection is now up and available for purchase! Thanks ThinkTank! **
I’m very much looking forward to ThinkTank’s Multimedia Wired Up Collection – a collection of camera bags that accommodate a multimedia, visual journalist. That is to say, bags that allow us to carry ALL of our gear. Not just a camera but our camera, necessary lenses, sound recording equipment (including recorders, mics, headphones, etc), and video equipment. At once! The best part? It still allows us to be completely mobile (which is hugely important for me)!
Woot!
Recycled box
I am completely diggin’ this Etsy seller who crafted these awesome analog-style boxes decorated with old record covers to store cds or whatever else one might want to carry around.
sock monkeys, stripes, and cameras
I like sock monkeys. I don’t remember how to make them *exactly*. I could try to recall the bits and pieces from memory but it would likely end up missing various limbs. Or at the very least, have body parts attached in the wrong places. But I like that I can recall how to make them rather easily.
I’m also in the market for a new camera bag, as I’m finding there is no effing way I can fit everything I own anymore in my current bag (and my camera’s appendages will only multiply from here on out). So..I’ve been looking at Domke lately. I like their durability so far but I so wish they had other colors. Like red.
I’m sorry. I identify as female. I can’t help being picky about shit like that.
(Oh, and the “stripes” mentioned in the title of the post correlates to my desire for my sock monkey to be made out of blue/green striped socks. Woot.)
Skeleton Key
I effing love the TAD Gear Ti Skeleton Key. Cute beyond words.
The Flip
If you think you love me enough, and just don’t have any clue as to what to get me this holiday season, I have your answer. Oh si. Hullo, Flip.
A bit of Texas humour
The notes are from an inexperienced chili taster named Frank (judge #3), who was visiting Texas from the East Coast:
“Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking directions to the Budweiser truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted.”
Here are the scorecards from the event:
Chili # 1 : Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chili
Judge # 1 A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild
Judge # 3 (Frank) Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff ? You could remove dried paint from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that’s the worst one. These Texans are crazy.
Chili # 2 : Arthur’s Afterburner Chili
Judge # 1 – Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno.
Judge # 2 – Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 – Keep this out of the reach of children. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver.
Chili # 3 : Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili
Judge # 1 — Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Needs more beans.
Judge # 2 — A bean less chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers
Judge # 3 — Call the EPA. I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest.
Chili # 4 : Bubba’s Black Magic
Judge # 1 — Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 — Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 — I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? That 300-lb bitch is starting to look HOT — just like this nuclear waste I’m eating. Is chili an aphrodisiac?
Chili # 5 : Linda’s Legal Lip Remover
Judge # 1 — Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 — Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 — My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher.
Chili # 6 : Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety
Judge # 1 — Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 — The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3 — My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I shit myself when I farted and I’m worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can’t feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.
Chili # 7 : Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chili
Judge # 1 — A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 — tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. I should take note that I am worried about Judge # 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 — You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn’t feel a thing. I’ve lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they’ll know what killed me. I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful. Screw it, I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I’ll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.
Chili #8 : Tommy’s Toe-Nail Curling Chili
Judge # 1 — The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 — This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge # 3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going to make it. Poor dude, wonder how he’d have reacted to really hot chili.
A Lazy Day
Its amazing. Some days I want nothing but mop the floors, do the dishes, wash the walls, do the laundry, and do everything I need to in order make the house SO clean that I can lick the floors.
But not today. Today, there’s a little bit of laundry to be folded. A little bit of eating and drinking wine to be had. And a lot of re-runs of Sex and the City I haven’t seen in years.
Its good. Its really good when you can just slow down and be.
