Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
What is Halloween without horror movies? And what's a good horror movie without a dedicated place to unleash some mass murder and mayhem. Hotels and motels provide a perfect backdrop for the lazy homicidal maniac.
If you like a little ridiculous with your horror, I strongly recommend Motel Hell. A classic. If you like inn keepers with killer alligator there's a film for you. And if you like John Cusak, you're also in luck... times 2.
More after the jump:
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I know I'm heavily swayed by equal love for TV and photography, but I think even without that I'd be smitten by this series by Alex Beker. In his words:
Abandoned Televisions triggers emotions arising from our memories of popular TV culture. Street photography captures television sets left for dead because they are old, broken or soon to be replaced by more modern technology.
They are resuscitated by incorporating a visual moment from a show broadcast when that television set was alive.
Suddenly, a discarded black box dying on a sidewalk comes back to life, and so do we - to our past life. In an instant, we identify the show, its characters and maybe even a particular episode, and we are rejuvenated by the memory.
We travel back to our younger years, recalling the house we used to live in,
the room where the television set was, the chair we sat in to watch, the smells of our house, and those we watched the show with.
A snapshot of popular culture tells a piece of our own personal story.
More after the jump.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Oh how I love some categorized color. For some reason I've been needing a good dose of green too; I've had a hankering to visit a lush forrest in a far away mountain terrain. Until a plane ticket magically lands in my lap this site will be my back-up, for that and every other color from a rainbow.
Follow the link to check out Cubicle Refugee.
Monday, October 24, 2011
HELFUL WAYS TO GET THERE:
Read -- [ A.V. Club ]
Watch -- [ Portable T.V. ]
Listen -- [ Pitchfork ]
Do -- [ onlinepumpkincarving.com ]
Austin Event -- [ Austin Beer Week ]
Friday, October 21, 2011
I'm a complete movie and TV geek so I immediately fell for this tumbr. I particularly enjoy when shows/films feature a younger version of a character. It usually prompts "what, oh my god they look nothing alike" (which I secretly get WAY too worked up over and involves mental hair pulling) or "hell yeah, perfect casting" (which involves unnecessary and lame mental high-fives with myself). So if you're a dork like me you'll enjoy this site called Kid Casting.
I'm so excited to have a photo included in the latest issue of Slice Magazine! This photo accompanied a fantastic story by Jackie Shannon Hollis. You can view the issue here or buy it here.
And a BIG thank you to Amy Sly for asking me to contribute!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
The last thing I probably need to do is start yet another blog (since I've half-abandoned most of them), but here I go again. I am fascinated with fancy signs on ugly buildings, most notably apartment complexes with deceptively classy names and script type to back up the illusion of grandeur. So I give you Frontin Fonts, and as I so eloquently put it... they make shit look good. We'll see how long the love affair lasts, but for now you can check it out here.
Now you can spell out what's on your mind, and then eat your words if you say too much. Not a bad ending to being too free with your thoughts.
You can see the full alphabet by Henry Hargreaves after the jump.
I truly do imagine a world where I feast upon nothing but fresh veggies and clean unprocessed food. Then my hair and skin gets extra shiny, and I can jog 50 miles every day... oh and I become a female Benjamin Button and am suddenly a healthy 20 year old again. Well fantasy aside I always get that gnawing thought that my diet needs to get better asap. Then I remember the bacon. Sizzling, salty, sinful bacon. And the dream dies.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
I don't really know how to say what I'm trying to say, so I'll jump to my default which is using crude shapes to poorly explain the map of my brain. I wish there was an endpoint, a final destination, for how I process death... that when I landed on the shaky ground that barely qualifies as acceptance, I was able to stay there. It's not a nice place to be but it's better than the alternative. Instead the cycle starts all over again and I obsessively dwell on what will never be, what could be, what won't be known. The light at the end always leads back to dark. If anyone has an instructional manual on how to vanquish needless worry and premature regret I'm all ears.