1. every day like

    - i designed that and it’s awesome
    - get coffee
    - return from coffee
    - i designed that and it’s the worst thing i’ve ever seen
    - this coffee is bad
    - who touched my work
    - not funny casper
    - but gj using a computer casper
    - take me with you casper
    - & repeat

  2. martinekenblog:

    Illustrations by Innes McDougall

    (via artandweas)

  4. saltdragon:

    Finally! A high resolution reproduction of one of my favorite prints (courtesy of the MFA Boston)! Oh Totoya Hokkei, no one gives you any love these days. (If you’re wondering, the woman is feeding the dragon salt from the dish in her hand. It is speculated that the image references a Chinese poem, but as far as I know it has yet to be identified.)


  5. "

    basically, you have three choices:
    jail, mall, museum

    whose hapless invariance
    repeats as edges leaping
    away from each problematic

    crossing to defeat
    all possible reply.

    jail + museum =
    university; mall + jail
    = airport; mall + jail
    + museum = home sweet home

    — Jasper Bernes, from “We Are Nothing and So Can You” (via grupaok)

    (via notational)


  6. Burning the Old Year

    By Naomi Shihab Nye

    Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
    Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
    transparent scarlet paper,
    sizzle like moth wings,
    marry the air.

    So much of any year is flammable,
    lists of vegetables, partial poems.
    Orange swirling flame of days,
    so little is a stone.

    Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
    an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
    I begin again with the smallest numbers.

    Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
    only the things I didn’t do
    crackle after the blazing dies.


    Sent from my beautiful friend Cherie


  8. artfoal:

    “Art altogether is nothing but a survival skill, we should never lose sight of this fact, it is, time and again, just an attempt — an attempt that seems touching even to our intellect — to cope with this world and its revolting aspects, which, as we know, is invariably possible only by resorting…

  10. (Source: stellaandlucia, via wowthing)