Tuesday, September 13, 2011
how extreme is it?
Extreme breathing? Extreme couponing? Extreme commuting? That’s for pussies! You don’t know extreme until you’ve chugged 25 Big Gulps to wash down three dozen Krispy Kremes capped off with 10 or 12 Slim Jims simultaneously inhaled with 20 or 24 Pixie Stix! How convenient is it? It’s an adrenaline rush just getting a Slurpee! Starbucks? HA! The coffee here has more caffeine per ounce than jet fuel! I mean, it makes NO SENSE! It's so convenient, you'll never need coffee again! You have to scream when you speak to the cashier! He'll be screaming, too! You’ll lose 10 years off your life! Your hair will turn white! Oh, my god, the burritos!!! It’s like dropping 24,000 feet a minute into a toxic swamp full of mutant crocodiles...AND mutant man-eating piranhas...AND mutant anacondas! Also a mutant crocapiraconda from the genetic experiments they've been conducting at the sugar factory up the road! You have to base-jump with a snowboard off the canopy through fire to pump your gas!
Friday, January 28, 2011
necklace for mom
There's a watch key there, see? Looks kinda like a tiny hammer. And if you look through the teeny lens, you can see The Lord's Prayer printed as if on air. (Not quite the head of a pin, but almost.)
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Peepcrastintion
Instead of posting new pieces or making new pieces, I am imagining how I can create a Peeps diorama and put tiny necklaces on Peeps in iconic settings, thanks to my friend Jenny M, who had a link to the first picture below ("Creating a Masterpeeps") posted on Facebook. I couldn't believe it didn't win the Washington Post's fourth annual Peeps Show. But the winner, the Up take "Eep," is pretty awesome.
my favorite part:
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
resolution
I will blog more often. Here's what I have been doing for the last three hours instead of making a jewelry.
Observation: Even when I completely reset Safari, blogspot remembers me. I never have to sign in.
Observation: Even when I completely reset Safari, blogspot remembers me. I never have to sign in.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I Lack Scruples
Which is not to say I don’t have ethical principles that inhibit certain questionable actions. Rather, I have this desire for the coins used by apothecaries to measure weight. Twenty grains equals one scruple. Three scruples make up a drachm. I want to make a necklace and call it Spare Scruples; Scruples to Spare; Brother, Can You Spare a Scruple...something along those lines. Even one scruple would do.
"The English word scruple originated with the Latin scrupus (‘sharp stone’), a diminutive form of which was scrupulus (‘small sharp stone’)—in common usage, the particular sort of small sharp stone that gets stuck in your sandal, causing extreme discomfort when you walk. Both of the main figurative meanings of scruple ('a very small amount' and 'reluctance due to moral misgivings') are extremely ancient and existed in Latin as well. Eventually, 'a very small amount' came to be codified as 20 grains—that is, 20 barley grains (slightly smaller than grains of wheat)—or 1/24 of an ounce (about 1.3 g). This was an apothecary measure, but then, it goes without saying that pharmacists need to have scruples." —itotd.com
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