My friend Jake gave me this mix CD. I think this stuff is his, which make me really bummed that my laptop throws a temper tantrum when I insert it. I’m going to try copying it. Maybe the copy will play?

P.S. Speaking of performance artists, Jake’s got more guts than I do, and if you ever get a chance to see him perform, DO IT.


Friday Pretties

September 16, 2011

Just a few things I’ve been looking at lately! Click on any of the pictures to go to the original source.

I’ve been dreaming of making this cake for months now. I need a special occasion. And a Wilton star tip.

If you know anything about me, you know that I love this place. I can’t seem to talk about it without resorting to cliche’. The mountains speak my name, ya’ll, I swear.

Wow. That’s all I can say about this. Who would’ve thought to take pictures of sand? Who knew sand was this beautiful?

The other thing you should know about me is how much I LOVE little things. This doll is in 1/12 scale. Fully articulated. Amazing.

I go back and forth on which wig to buy next. Asian style ones are something I’m looking at currently. All my students in China had these fabulous hairstyles. This is the cheater way to get the look.

And finally, I’m a big fan of IKEA. This room off of their new sharespace blog is a dream, isn’t it? I love everything about this.

That’s it for today! Feel free to share links to things you love in the comments!

Wednesday Happies

September 14, 2011

Besides the crossed off to-do list in my first post today, there are other things making me smile. Here a quick few, before I end my lunchbreak.

  1. Whatever that sweet smell is by the Liberty Bridge today. I walked through it twice just now, and it felt like Spring all over again.
  2. Bubble tea. I had a free one on my account at Greenville’s only asian style tea bar. 24 oz. Peach Passion fruit, please!
  3. Working so close to the park. I love that I just walked back from a lunch break in the park.
  4. Other people in Greenville with unusual style. The tea bar barista today was wearing a fabulous combination of colors and it totally made my day. Next time I’ll ask her for her picture.
  5. Small group tonight. Oh so looking forward to it!

What’s on your happy list today?

Aaand, Back to Normal

September 14, 2011

Monday and Tuesday were our semi-annual board meeting at the office. It went great, but this is what’s making me happy this morning:

My fully crossed out board meeting to do list.

What’s a Zine, Anyhow?

September 11, 2011

A zine (/ˈziːn/ zeen; an abbreviation of fanzine, or magazine) is most commonly a small circulation publication of original or appropriated texts and images. More broadly, the term encompasses any self-published work of minority interest usually reproduced via photocopier. (via wikipedia)

What does that mean, exactly? Ask 10 zinesters what zines are all about and you’re likely to get 10 different answers. Like many somewhat underground movements, this one is best defined by what it is not. A zine doesn’t typically make the creator any money. They’re not usually on a regular schedule. They’re not generally laid out on a computer. They’re almost never in color. Did you notice all the qualifying words? typically, usually, generally, almost. For every generalization about zines, there are a hundred exceptions. That’s what makes them so individual and hard to classify.

I’m at the beginning of an experiment. I’ve never held a zine in my hands. I’ve never talked to anyone who has made one. I’m not sure what it’s even like to read one. And I intend to keep it that way until after I’ve made my own. Why? I want my zine to be my zine.

I often find myself making things that fit into the mold of what I think that genre is supposed to be like. For years I made artists books that were like the artists books I had seen in shows. I dressed like all the other 20 somethings on the streets. I have a hard time being original once I’ve seen what’s out there.

Many of the original zinesters were making zines before they even knew that’s what they were called, or even that anyone else was doing it. There wasn’t a norm, a genre, or any idea of what a “typical” zine was like. The result was a movement that began through creativity and originality.

I’m attempting to recreate that by refusing to do my homework before I produce my first zine. Of course I can’t go back in time and pretend I don’t know what a zine is, but I can create my own style before I get any ideas about what “everyone” defines as a “good” zine.

Can’t wait to show you my progress.

Image is courtesy of artnoose. She breaks the copy machine status quo and makes zines on a letterpress. Please go check her out here.

On Wearing Wigs in Public

September 10, 2011

Hubs and I were walking down the hot sidewalk in July when we saw it. It was on a mannequin head in a vintage store window. Now, it was not love at first sight. I tried it on as a joke, and hubs stood by, arms folded, with that resigned look that artist’s spouses get sometimes. I pulled it on and looked in the mirror. I liked it, but I was completely unprepared for hubs’ reaction.

“You’re buying that.”


“You’re buying that, and you’re going to wear it.”

“OK, I mean, I like it, but isn’t it a little crazy?”

“You’re wearing that to church tomorrow.”


He said he would buy it for me, but only if I was going to wear it. And by wear it, he meant out. In public. Anywhere I would wear my natural hair. It was an intimidating deal, but I took it. I walked out of the store wearing the blue bob. I wore it the next day to church, and have proceeded to wear it anywhere I would wear any other piece of jewelry or accessory in my wardrobe.

I’ve learned several things while wearing wigs in public.

  1. I’m OK with people staring at me. Some people aren’t. If you aren’t OK with that, and don’t think you can get used to it, don’t buy a wig.
  2. If you wear a wig that looks good on you, it “disappears”. By this I mean when I hang out with friends (even the ones who don’t get it, but love me anyway), within five minutes, everyone forgets I’m in a wig. It looks good on me, it becomes natural, and the conversation moves on.
  3. It weeded out my closet considerably. I bought a wig that is very “me”. Because of that, I soon discovered that much of my wardrobe didn’t work with it on, and hence most of my wardrobe is not “me”.
  4. Many people at church genuinely thought I was two people for several weeks. There was a girl with brown curly hair, then there was the short crazy blue haired chic that comes every now and then. Seriously.
  5. The church crowd in restaurants on Sunday afternoon give me pitying looks and tut tut to each other under their breath. It’s been eye opening to experience what an outsider feels like in my culturally “Christian” and predominately right wing fundamentalist and/or comfortably nominal city must feel like.
  6. I feel a lot more like me, and have discovered a lot of other things about my personality in the process.
  7. My church is amazing. I was nervous as heck the first time I wore the bob inside the hotel ballroom where our worship takes place each week. (I had no choice, remember?) I was overwhelmed by the positive response. They were so accepting, and surprisingly enough, it wasn’t even a big deal.

This isn’t a plug for wearing wigs, just for being yourself. Find out who you are, then be that person. Even in public. Even with other people around.

Wig #2


Sporting the bob while worshiping with my church family (who have been nothing but enthusiastic about the real me).

All the time. This is what it looked like today:

Yes, that is two coffee cups (both empty) and two water bottles. Also my hairspray. It’s black and white because it’s almost too frightening to look at.