full of nothing
I inadvertently topped off the half empty jar of all purpose flour with the half full bag of self-rising flour leaving me with a substance that was good for nothing. Finn and I took the jar out to the deck and threw handfuls into the woods, watching the dusty clouds of flour drift in the breeze and settle on the dry brown leaves.
are you the king of anything? king of the lanes at the local bowling alley? king of the trolls? king of a clandestine land found under your floorboards? on a scale of one to ten what would you consider the likelihood of you being assassinated?(quote via stranger than fiction, image via committee for the usurpation of mumblelards)
gratuitous picture of a delicate flower (with bed head)
In our house, calling someone a “delicate flower” attributes to them the most witheringly frail degree of contemptible wimpiness, but I have to admit* my excessive sensitivity to these stupid time changes. If I were to assemble a list of optimistic responses to the imminent end of civilization as we know it, I would have to put the demise of daylight savings time near the top of the list.
*I can admit it here in this forum but never to those blond demons that I live with. One hint of weakness and they will surely attack.
mumblelard smoked pork rib tacos
are very pleased to have been selected as the official calibration image for live blogged Vera deliveries. I would like to thank the selection committee. This was a very special moment for team mumblelard.
My attempt at getting ready for this liveblog birth.
Erin, I’m emailing Karp now.
reblogged from sydvish
F. P., Resaca, Georgia, 2006 by Alec Soth
We saw the Alec Soth exhibit at the High Museum over the weekend. There were only about a dozen pictures, but several of them were stunners (see above). The way they were hung and lit resulted in a bad glare on most of the pictures, but we still enjoyed it.
In the basement gallery, they had a bunch of photos from their permanent collection on display including one by Ralph Eugene Meatyard. He is an old family favorite so it was a nice surprise to run into some of his work on a Saturday afternoon.
There was a rumor that the High was going display some of the Sally Mann photos they commissioned a few years back, but this rumor turned out to be false.
