Monday, August 30, 2010

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

my very first letterpressed poster.

not your mama's light lunches.

these are some of the meals i've been eating here at penland.
i'm told this is how artists eat.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Monday, August 9, 2010

Sunday, August 8, 2010

cassatine di sant' agata

this little sicilian b-cup is made in honour of saint agatha, the patron saint of catania, who had her breasts cut off for refusing the advances of the roman prefect. it also happens to contain a couple of my favorite things: ricotta and marzipan.

best enjoyed in pairs.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

allister and tita


housesitting at kg's right now and lucky enough to have my eyebrows groomed by these two little furballs at precisely 4:30 every morning.

Friday, August 6, 2010

houston, we have a t-square

if the last couple of weeks have been a bit of a mess, it’s not your fault. it’s planetary. there’s a T-square in the sky where there's normally a looser, more improvised arrangement of celestial bodies. when i say T-square i mean a configuration of a couple sets of planets sitting opposite one another all the while holding a 90 degree angle to the planets to either side. got that? right. here's a visual:

let me whittle this down to a more manageable size: it would be like breaking a game of pool (which i don't play) and watching the balls ricochet off the table's edges (in foreboding slo-mo) only to settle comfortably in a formation remarkably similar to the word "doom". if this happened to you, you would get the chills, the creeps, the freaky-deakies, the franks. you would look over your shoulder a little more than the next guy. unless of course the next guy was an aries, cancer, libra or capricorn – then he’d be tapped into the heavenly vibes more than four of you combined.

there's a song by a famous quebecois songstress that claims love can move mountains or something. but that is just sissy-talk given the task at hand. we need to move planets, people. we need a voice and stage presence with an exponentially greater g-force to knock those giant marbles out of order. we might need some form of whitney.