"Separated by Skin"

".. til we let ourselves in."



Yes, that's Bob Dylan in a video for a Christmas tune. Never thought Bob would use a flat iron....


Pretty As A Parapluie

As BBblog so aptly put it, "just shy of almost-too-much, the colors of these make me happy."

A Stroll Through Hive Manor Corridors


Cute On a Monkey Moustache

I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry.

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Humpday Funny

"Does your dog embarrass you at the park with his dirty butt? Are you tired of waking up with cat butt in your face? Then you need the No More Mr. Brown Eye from Rear Gear. You have many shapes to choose from including a disco ball and a pine tree air freshener. Only $5 at Rear Gear."

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The True Love Project from Zack Seckler on Vimeo.

After you watch the video, go to check out the photos (and personal stories) from The True Love Project. Makes me wanna be hypnotized!

Pretty As A Smokestack

And close on the tails of beautifully creepy, I suppose this might qualify as beautifully... dirty.

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"Make a Decision With A Kiss"

A beautifully creepy song with the video to match.

Into the Deep

Astronomers at the Space Telescope Science Institute today unveiled the deepest portrait of the visible universe ever achieved by humankind. Called the Hubble Ultra Deep Field (HUDF), the million-second-long exposure reveals the first galaxies to emerge from the so-called "dark ages," the time shortly after the big bang when the first stars reheated the cold, dark universe. The new image should offer new insights into what types of objects reheated the universe long ago.

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Good Ole C.S.

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I Second That

“Procrastinating is very hard to distinguish from ruminating.”

He's talking songwriting, sure, but this makes me feel a lot better about myself.

I often get down on myself for procrastinating, chiding myself for laziness, calling myself a do-nothing, but then I'll have an intense burst of creativity seemingly out of nowhere. Procrastinating is very hard to distinguish from ruminating. I'd like to just call them synonymous and be done with it, but unfortunately the world works on deadlines and people want their favorite artists to make new stuff NOW!

I'm slow, I think about stuff a long time before I lift a finger, and I rewrite stuff that other people might consider finished. It looks like I'm avoiding work, and I joke about it, but I'm working.

via the lead singer of The Long Winters via maximumfun via aswoba


She's Crafty

Cute idea. These are actually made by a designer, but it seems like something you could do at home to spice up a boring lampshade.

I Am Powerless Against You, Fennec Hare

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"Just Let The Water Win"


For the Love of Dogs

Two touching stories I happened to read in the last couple days....

"Strays to the Rescue" and "Why Old Dogs are the Best Dogs"

What, what's that funny sensation? Oh, that's just your heart warming.


"Everything Seemed Different and Completely New To Me"

dim just reminded me of one of my favorite Bright Eyes songs....

So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone, and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna to grow.

And when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself it is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.

That's why I'm singing baby, don't worry cause now I've got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass, and I will keep you company through those days so long and black.

And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.

But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall, then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.

Always makes my eyes well up a bit and leaves one of those little lumps of appreciation in my throat.