sprucing up the dining room
Though not the light I had my eye on, I think the proportions of this capiz fixture from West Elm suits our space nicely.
I secretly picked it up yesterday and Kyle came over to make it happen on the sly while Dan was at a performance.
It’s always a gamble making decisions like these alone, but we’d been looking long enough to know what we wanted. When Dan came home, he apparently saw the excited expression on my face before he turned the corner and caught his first glimpse. Verdict? A big enthusiastic yes.
(Thanks Kyle and helpers)
I didn’t actually take this photo, a kind stranger with a better view did the honors with my camera as I was pinned in a corner. She might have been with the prevalent rollergirl contingency, but I’m not entirely sure.
Either way, I love what she captured.
It was an excellent set, my mom finally got to see the Deals perform, snagged some new music, and we ate at one of our favorite places in Northside for dinner.
All sorts of win that evening.
Kim and Kelley take a break after printing up 1000 limited edition “Fate to Fatal” EPs.
I’m going down to Shake It Records tonight (8pm) to see these fine ladies play some music in commemoration of their release and Record Store Day.
Things have been so pedal-to-the-metal that I haven’t really taken the time to talk about this record. The cover is the first one I’ve ever designed proper, and it’s a helluva an honor to work with The Breeders. Vaughn Oliver’s work with them is one of the biggest reasons I do what I do these days. The fact I love their music? Gravy. The best gravy ever.
If you’re curious how to get the EP on vinyl, it is out there at independent shops on 4/18, then it will likely show up in more places on and offline soon.
shirt, book, swatches, bronco, patio, daffodil, elementary
Packing a lot into the days of late, enjoying the temperature and light, work is keeping me out of trouble, spending lots of time in the evenings and weekends welcoming spring around the house… all good stuff.
What I haven’t been doing is diligently updating the ol’ journal here. In my quest to find the best way to tag, sort, and search information, I’m spinning my wheels thinking about options. So for now, I’m still throwing bigger photos up over there on the album.
time for new ones
I thought things were getting blurry, and the optometrist agreed that my prescription could use an adjustment.
Thing is, I could either jump to bifocals or simply remove my glasses when using the computer — which is confusing, but works. (I’m nearsighted and my current lenses are making me focus too hard to accommodate things up close.)
I got new frames anyway because my current ones are all chipped and worn from years of use. To be extra fancy I’m getting clip on shades of which I’m suspect, but will take because they’re “free.”
Not mine by the way, you won’t find me in bowl-haircut glory here
First things first, I’m feeling better, thanks for well wishes and commiseration through various channels.
I started feeling
normal less sick on Thursday night when Dan’s niece came to visit. A cool enough night to start a fire and catch up. At some point, the photo albums were pulled out and trips down memory lane commenced.
Semi-related note: I should really make sure I lock down privacy settings so none of my old middle school photos with the body wave can surface tagged online somewhere.
Saw The Wrestler with my mom on Sunday night.
Helluva flick for sure—gets you right in the gut.
Seeing all those noxious fears of loneliness and regret made me a bit uncomfortable.
I suppose there’s value seeing it up there on the big screen so you do your darndest not to see it play out in a mirror.
Next outing to the theater better have laughter or lasers just to balance it all out.
Wasn’t all glum though, as my mom had homemade bean soup ready to take in afterward.
this is not about the counter top
Finishing up the orange juice, I realized this fabled carton design won’t be around much longer.
When Tropicana moved away from the big-orange-with-a-straw illustration to this sparse treatment, reaction was strong… folks called it generic, unpleasant, backwards, and a slew of other things.
And from a usability perspective, there was some loss for those that shop by color (Khoi has a nice thoughts and collections of both old and new packages on his site)— though I have to admit, I shop by words because I never know what the colors meant.
Some pulp. I just want some pulp.
Anyway, the old carton is coming back.
I’m not trying to be contrary when I say, I kinda liked the new look. Sure the straw in orange was nice, but I liked the simplicity.
This of course, is coming from a guy who goes to Target specifically to buy boxes of tissues that have no designs whatsoever on the outside, just solid color.
I don’t always shop by words.
The pencil holder
Not only have I been awful at updating my journal, I totally didn’t even realize it was Mardi Gras until I heard Obama’s first address to Congress. We’ve beignets in the cupboard just waiting to be made.
And another thing… I seem to forget the joy of using a pencil or a pen. I keep ’em tucked away at my desk way back in the spare bedroom.
While working at home yesterday I pulled the coffee can stocked with implements out to the dining room. I’ve half a mind to keep ’em there because not only does the can look nice, but it serves a purpose. I should have more tchotchkes that inspire creativity littered around the joint.
In other news, you might remember to click on images to zoom, but I’ve also been more diligent updating the daily album over there.