K.R.M.P.

I am an hour away from doing something incredibly scary... and nerdy...

Maybe I'll let you know how it went.

Nichol Vizioli VIA

Forms in Nature by Hilden Diaz

This is what I want in my room:

Forms in Nature by Hilden Diaz 

is a light sculpture that casts shadows resembling tree branches on the surrounding walls.

Imagine looking at those shadows everyday. You could pretend you were a member of the Swiss Family Robinson, living in a tree house, riding zebras around...

You're a giant jigsaw puzzle that I want to take apart, piece by piece.

At the end of the day, is this not what we are all after… someone to see every piece of you, your puzzle your montage your every detail and nuance, and finally tell you that you are ok?- cvbh (yes, I am quoting myself. Another scrap that I love, pulled from the tatters of my thesis.)

(photos via: ffffound, Bloodmilk, 198meow, In Beauty We Trust, Audrey Hepburn Complex)

Super Sleuth-ing

I have always been fascinated with the objects and memories that people, including myself, choose to hold on to.  I feel as if there is some truth to learn about a person from their memorabilia, but perhaps that is just the Nancy Drew in me. I use this idea as a cheat sheet when getting to know a person: what days one chooses to double circle on the calender, which text messages get saved and locked, Facebook’s “About Me” section, and of course keepsakes, all are embedded with memories and emotion that speaks to a specific and subtle knowledge of that person.

 (photos via: Artpixie, Airborne Unicorn, Le Mon2jul, The Monica Bird, and One Night Stanzas)

Dudes who like My Little Pony...

This trailer was surprisingly uplifting... Check it:

 "Bronies: The Extremely Unexpected Adult Fans of My Little Pony"

"You're not my mom, I'll do what I want..."

I hate it when my (beloved) Thesis Committee is smarter than me.

They are.

I KNOW THIS.

But they are so so so smart... and quick with their red pen swords, slicing away all my lovely syntax and verbiage. Ugh. Can't a girl catch a break? I'm feeling pouty at the loss of one particular descriptive passage:
"The process became more liquid, more malleable, like heated gold.  Like a blacksmith, I was hammering out the chaff  from that which would, at the end of the day, make the best piece of fine glided prize."

Not totally prize-winning. Ok ok. But it was a creative baby. And...

I CAN'T KILL ALL MY BABIES.

I... just... can't...

Boohoo. I'll get over it. Back to writing/editing/killing my babies.

(This is how I feel about my original cleverness that is being slashed to bits:)

(Photos and Gifs via: Tay Lamp and Comically Vintage)

Easter Creeps.

 Ohhhh Easter... a time to remember and celebrate Jesus Christ, our Savior, his sacrifice, and the Atonement. A time to join together with our families and communities to worship and give thanks. A time for heart warming stories and tearful remembrances...

It's also the time to celebrate super sketchy bunny costumes.

Ranging from the monstrous...

 ...to the pathetic (creepy pathetic). 

 I wish I would have done an entire month of sketchy bunnies (a la October's Monster Mash).

C'est la vie. 

 The real question is this:

ARE THEY???

(Photos via: Fail Blog, and the generosity of my good friend Denise H.)