Wednesday, December 29, 2010

DYP! base camp



The members of DYP! have been summoned for further training at the GibbsCorp Int'l corporate headquarters, which supersedes all external commitments for the greater good of the body politic. They will be dispersed back into the wider world at the soonest possible opportunity, once governing standards have been re-established and the revised mission statement submitted to the committee of the whole for final approval.

reading
How I became a nun / C├ęsar Aira
weather
here: rain ; there: snow

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

confidential cables

Merry merry and all that. The annual holiday cards were squeezed into the season, a method of procrastinating from an over-scheduled and overwrought month.

Christmases past have produced cards that were high-effort and glamorous. This year the production focused on high-effort and dingy. Why not spend the same amount of time on fewer cards, and make those cards look care-worn and old?

This year represents eight or maybe nine years of holiday card production. Only the past six have been memorable, but the earlier efforts get points for enthusiasm. The most recent three were documented on DYP: the luminaria of 2009/10; origami cranes in 2008/09; and mobiles featuring the fifties family Gibbs in 2007/08.

It was actually a question of significant consideration whether the cards were going to be produced this year. Time was lacking and inspiration hadn't paid a visit, until it did, in the 'leaked diplomatic cables' released into the world. I love the idea of 'diplomatic cables', especially so-called even when they are just garden variety snarky emails. I love the predecessor, the 'diplomatic pouch.'

Originally, the cards were going to be diplomatic pouches. But that was too much effort. Researching cables -- telegrams -- though: that was fun and easy, and what better combination is there than fun and easy? And telegrams information proved plentiful in the research stage.

Research sites for telegrams: basic how to | pdf template | fonts

Then there was the envelope. Telegram envelopes are decidedly unexciting. The first thought was to use brown paper envelopes, which have a charm all their own, but then I discovered the British Postal Museum. Totally adorable. Wonderful pdf downloads.

While my anglophilia has paled to the point that sending actual British telegrams wasn't an attractive option, the lure of the Ocean Penny Postage Envelope:
"Britain! From thee the world expects an ocean penny postage to make her children one fraternity"
was too strong a lure to resist. And it roughly fit the artificial aging through using tea-dying theme.

And so all of the envelopes and telegrams were pdf'd, printed, tea-dyed, trimmed, folded, and posted. Stay warm and conquer the world!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

hair of the dog

She had come to the diner full of purpose and ambition, her head filled with the bright complementary colors of midcentury American paintings by Hopper, but she knew it was an act, a front, and she was too tired and too poor an actress to live up to her role in the painting. So she looked out the window onto the gray street filled with cars which all looked improbably alike and she thought of champagne and crepes and chocolate mousse and espresso and brandy, she thought of the glow of polished wood and the heft of china, she thought of strongly steeped tea on damp autumn afternoons, she thought of the longing she had felt to escape from a world of ketchup on scrambled eggs and artificial maple syrup for pancakes, she thought of rare steak and raw fish and then she smelled the homefries and the coleslaw and the hamburger from the next table over, and she knew she had no home, in either world, that she could claim neither the diner nor the private chef, and so she left a dollar and some change on the table and began to walk.



reading
in prep for the upcoming season of familial contact, books on family psychology

weather
twelve degrees. Really. Fahrenheit.
that's -11.111111111 Celsius, if you were wondering.
(It's 12 degrees C in Dallas.)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

ampersand variations

The Ligature Project : two publications with internal ampersand variations from recent studio work :
{An Exact Collection of Many Wonderful Prophesies | 1689}

From ligatures


{Cressener | A Demonstration of the First Principles of the Protestant Applications of the Apocalypse | 1690}
From ligatures

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

intermezzo



Mid-December intermission.

The pond has a skimming of ice; snow tires appointments are made; humidifiers do their best; leaked cables are read; airline tickets are booked; and deadlines of all sorts are met.

Stay warm and check back next week.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

shamanism


The headdress was heavy without being large, not covering the head as much as perching precariously on the crown, held in place by weight rather than any design to mold to the contours of the skull. There was a necklace as well, not so much a matching necklace as a thematically consistent necklace, whose beads and baubles and things which sure as hell looked like teeth hanging, draped, over my shoulders, and in one hand a wooden model of a hand, disturbingly lifelike, in the other a sharp carving of an animal, in bone or ivory, which my hand restlessly turned over and over, tracing the edges, physically uncomfortable holding a fake hand beneath the weight of a headdress and necklace.



reading
In praise of shadows / Tanizaki

weather
in years past, this storm storm storm would have all been snow :
that counts as a statement of optimism.