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December 5

Last night I slept in a made bed. It was nice for a change.

December 4

AAAAAAADAM WEST

December 3

Ode to an Apology

…without the ode.

I feel sorry for all the proper writers on tumblr. Those who actually paid attention in English class instead of mucking about and spitting spit balls, or arguing with the teacher over why Shakespeare was probably a knob-head. Not because they missed out on joining in a little harmless fun (they didn’t miss anything), I feel sorry for them because they have to read everyone’s mediocre writing.

I’ve been reviewing some of the post I have written recently, and noticed that my sentences are quite clunky. It usually takes me a few tries before the typos are ironed out, or the paragraph flows naturally. Often they’ll sit in my draft box till they’re deemed worthy, and even then I’ll leave in mistakes. This for example has already been re-written—twice.

I imagine it would be like having to look at cheap graphics; my design skills isn’t totally original and/or rad-tastic, however when I look at rushed design I do die a little inside, and that’s what I imagine it is like for writers.

So for all the writers out there in the tumblr universe, I’m sorry.

The Strange Attractor continues their Creative Couples Interviews with Sean and Anna

“We met in architecture school at Cornell. Specifically, in freshman math class. I sat in front and Anna sat in back. She says she remembers me because I used to fall asleep with my eyes open. I remember her because she wore a bindi.” - Sean

One, what on earth is a bindi? Two, I wonder how I’d feel if I were in one, creative couple that is.

December 2

Guess Who

A 3 day marathon of Guess Who has come to an end. It was pretty epic, we played on the bus, train, and even managed to play while I was driving to a dinner (that got kinda dangerous because it was peak traffic). She won, hopefully we can play again sometime. It clearly won’t be Guess Who anymore, maybe operation.

December 1

Burning Hearts 7” by fellow tumblr and designer Matthew Edwards

Lovely photo of Danielle Kiemel for Anna K Vintage
Photography by J. Kirk

November 30

Sydney Laneway Festival

Glad I am going. Sorry Bronte.

People will get over perfection eventually, and when they do they’ll fall in love with the old practice of letterpress printing. Girls, get flustered over the long haired pretty boys. And boys, get excited over skanky skinny girls. I’ll swoon over print.

“From the Smithsonian traveling exhibition American Letterpress: The Art of Hatch Show Print, this video shows you the art of letterpress printing as practiced by a 125-year-old Nashville, TN, print shop. Learn why only a handful of letterpress shops still exist in American and why this one is so influential in the music and entertainment industry. A great look at the craft.”

(via FormFiftyFive)

November 28

Open Letter to Danny

Dear Mr. DeVito,

Your previous movies were alright and hold a certain sentimental value in my childhood; the same sentimental value a parent puts on their child’s drawing of a house, or a rainbow. Neither talent nor quality are determining factors in its value. However, I consider any movies made from a certain point might hinder that image. Therefore, I’m setting you the limit to only acting in It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia or another low budget sitcom of equal or lessor value. As well as removing your status as movie star.

All that being said, I hold you responsible for removing any movies made post-1999 being aired on television, on any channel, any country, anywhere. If you could bring a halt to Deck the Halls. I’d appreciate it if it didn’t didn’t break the hymen of Christmas movies soon to pollute my normal watching hours.

Pheew, glad I got that off my chest.

P.S. I would of asked Matthew Brodic to sort it out but he’s Ferris Bueller. He could barely manage his own day off, I don’t think he could handle a multi-national broadcast arrangement.

Happy Birthday to me. Cut off a limb and count the rings. Or better yet, save the mess and count the candles. It is exactly the same cake I posted for my belated birthday wishing to my brother, but with additional candles.