Sunday, May 29, 2011

Coffee Break: Food Art

Bring out the barbie!
What they'll never have in Singapore

We're gonna die...

Parlay?!

We're all gonna die!!!
onion slide

She's as cold as ice

From Dark Roasted Blend

Weekend Strip: Mason London's Einstein


For more of Mason London's drawings, click here.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Food Porn: Breakfast Interrupted


BSS | Breakfast Interrupted from Bruton Stroube Studios on Vimeo.

Via The Presurfer

Les Éventails, Portraits of Passion

The shadows of birds fading on a fighter’s back
The undressing of words on an unstamped postcard
The wet swings in the distant park
The jealousy of raindrops on the umbrella of lovers
The laughter of a boy before a bird
The song of two flutes, two swords, two bracelets, two fingers
The stare of a wave before a pearl
The yearning between the legs of a farmer’s wife
The opening of doors             closing midday
The sudden howling of our muse—and
les éventails—disturbing the guest inside of us

by Nathalie Handal
from Love and Strange Horses
University of Pittsburgh Press, Pittsburgh, PA
© 2010

Sunday Poem: A Soul, Geologically


The longer we stay here the harder
it is for me to see you.

Your outline, skin
that marks you off
melts in this light

and from behind your face
the unknown areas appear:

hills yellow-pelted, dried earth
bubbles, or thrust up
steeply as knees

the sky a flat blue desert,

these spaces you fill
with their own emptiness.

Your shape wavers, glares
like heath above the toad,

then you merge and extend:
you have gone,
in front of me there is a stone ridge.

Which of these forms
have you taken:

hill, tree clawed
to the rock, fallen rocks worn
and rounded by the wind

You are the wind,
you contain me

I walk in the white silences
of your mind, remembering

the way it is millions of years before
on the wide floor of the sea

while my eyes lift like continents
to the sun and erode slowly


by Margaret Atwood
from Margaret Atwood Selected Poems
Simon and Shuster, 1976

Writer's Block: Idolatry and Judgement Day

It took me a couple of days to figure out why everyone was talking about the end of the world over the past week. I was so busy I barely had time to scan the news and only discovered that the world was about to "end" Friday. Being the nth doomsday prediction I've heard of, it was interesting to know just how one man's "calculations" can spread like wildfire on social media.

Well here we are, a day after the dud and so far the only judgement that has gone on happened on American Idol -- and even that was pretty uneventful.

Anyway as his consuelo de bobo, this song is for Harold Camping.