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TOMORROW: 17×17 SWEATSHOP feat. new art: "Berlin by San Francisco", originally uploaded by vebelfetzer. </div>

Thursday the 7th at the X17 Gallery, the very first LIVE SWEATSHOP will feature an entirely new format: the Street Art Assembly Line.

This is a laser-cut stencil of one of my previously-unreleased graffiti art sprays. It is brand new, has never been sold, and tomorrow will be your chance to get an original spray from this stencil on canvas, paper, or the surface of your choosing. Call them "original prints", if you will.

Bring your own surfaces! Stencil is approximately 11 x 17", so make sure your surface is big enough.

Original prints, made to order, while you watch. SWEATSHOP TRIUMPHS AGAIN.

SWEATSHOP 17×17
hosted by the X17 Gallery
619 Western Ave
Seattle, WA
6pm-10pm

http://welltemperedwriter.wordpress.com/2010/01/07/searching-through-the-chain-linked-gate-part-6/

http://welltemperedwriter.wordpress.com/?p=733

Previous installment.

The problem is that she can’t fly now. The graze from the cat’s claw was bad enough, but squeezing behind the plastic file box made the damage worse. When she tries to extend the wing, there’s a pulling that will become a tear if she’s not careful. She contemplates trying to cross the house’s entire backyard on foot, even without the egg pod, and almost begins to cry.

But she can’t return without the egg pod. Return with it or not at all. That was the queen’s instruction. She has twenty-four hours before the queen sends someone else.

The house is enormous. The owner might have put the pod anywhere. No one seems sure if she’s the one who found it, or whether it was someone else…it’s all very confused. But that the egg pod is somewhere in the house is certain.

She stretches out the wing again and stares mournfully at the rent the cat’s claw made. All of this is probably pointless.

There’s another bookshelf to her left, that rises almost all the way to the ceiling. Its interior features small holes, to insert the pegs that hold the shelves. They’re the perfect size.

She puts her hands and feet in them and begins to climb.

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wwdn/~3/LmPYmTFbnW4/this-is-without-a-doubt-the-coolest-thing-ive-seen-all-year.html

Reader Robin Got Excited and Made 100 cupcakes. 

I know what you're thinking: "Well, that's a lot of cupcakes, but so what?"

Well, doubtful-person-I-just-invented, let me tell you what: each cupcake depicts a different board or video game, and she put them all up on a website where you can identify as many of them correctly as you can, with a mouseover button to reveal the answer. 

Allow me to share just two of my favorites:

Trust me on this: you simply must go spend a couple minutes and check them out. I promise that you will have your mind blown at least once.

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Flickrblog/~3/BOhGqHFU5zo/

http://blog.flickr.net/?p=14511

The Best of 2009 group has provided content for many of our blog posts recently, and you can get in on the act, too, by curating your own gallery from the Best of 2009.

Flickr member Dancing Bohunk took Heather up on that challenge and compiled this brilliant gallery, Masquerade, from the photos in that group. Here are a few highlights:

Get going! Here’s the Best of 2009 pool and here are the instructions for making galleries. Post yours up to this thread and we just might feature your Best of 2009 gallery here on the Flickr Blog.

Photos from Joker 74 Assente giustificato, Paaaage, and Uhlissuh Rose.

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wwdn/~3/mMCwgLPiqQA/the-weight-is-the-gift.html

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Today is the next-to-last-day of my current work contract. On the one hand, looming unemployment and job-hunting, ugh. On the other hand, time to work on the novel I started writing on New Year's Day, time to finish clearing out the Storage Heap Room o' Doom, and time to make stuff to sell at Mourning Market and my eventually-to-be-launched Etsy store. So, mostly yay, I think.

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My Dad, because he is a helper and an enabler, made the brilliant suggestion that I need to find an oversized bird cage to keep my doll in. Like this, or this, or this! (yes yes, clicky-links to eBay.) My friends who have long listened to me talk about my need for decorative cages to keep decorative people in understand why this suggestion is so appealing to me.

Speaking of my Evangeline Ghastly doll, I realized that I'm not entirely decided on her name. I thought it was Lucretia, but then the Stroppy One suggested Pandora. But neither of those seemed to stick, which I think means I haven't found her name yet. Vexing, very vexing.

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Awwww! Jake von Slatt over at Steampunk Workshop wrote a very nice review and article about the Gothic Charm School book! (clicky-link!)

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Everyone needs to go read the newest law of the Internet, because it is BRILLIANT: http://www.racialicious.com/2009/12/21/and-we-shall-call-this-moffs-law/

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And finally, here, have a SFD photo (EDIT: bah, I don't like my expression or how I was tilting my head in this picture, but it shows the details of the outfit):

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Flickrblog/~3/JUcPzffs5LE/

http://blog.flickr.net/?p=14459

Plunge into the App Garden on Flickr and you’ll discover new content with Deep Dive.

With this application, you can catch up with your contacts (it remembers where you left off), check out the most recent or most interesting photos in your groups, and – most importantly – uncover new content around the Flickrverse based on your tastes. The Chain function digs up content you may not have noticed before and photographers who rarely post to groups; this is a personalized Explore! You can even discover your Flickr Twins, users who share the largest number of common favorites with you.

The video below provides a brief tour:

Application by Mező, Kornél.

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thepioneerwoman/~3/8OfRsyfbY2c/

http://thepioneerwoman.com/?p=5996

 
Every once in awhile I get an email from someone wanting to know why I never post photos of myself on my website. I always scratch my head when I read this, because I feel like I have way too many photos of myself on my website as it is. But to me, one photo is too many, so my perspective is probably flawed. It’s not that I hate myself or the way I look, though I could do without the crow’s feet, the pale skin, and the profound bottom jiggle. It’s just that I don’t like the idea of peppering my website with photos of myself. I’d rather pepper them with photos of cows, children, and chaps. And food. And flowers. And calf nuts.

Plus, it’s a practical impossibility for me to post many photos of myself since I’m always the one behind the camera.

I prefer things that way.

Still, after blogging solidly for a good 3 1/2 years, a few photos have naturally piled up.

And I turn 41 today. Mike just called to tell me, and when it comes to birthdays, Mike don’t lie. He already called it in to the radio station in our hometown and they announced it to all 35,000 residents, so there’s no avoiding it anymore.

Here are the photos of me that I’ve posted on this website through the years.

I hope they make you scream.

Me, wearing an Add-a-Bead necklace.

Me, wearing turquoise eye makeup.

I made smart choices. Tanning booths were not among them.

And speaking of smart choices:

Me, wearing red sequins.

Please don’t email me with your diagnosis that I have an eye condition that causes my eyes to focus in different directions. It was my mother’s flash. It was also my mother’s Blue Nun, which I’d “tasted” before my date picked me up for this high school dance. I was a little dizzy.

Look. I was seventeen. It was the age of discovery.

And what I discovered was this: Blue Nun was grody.

And speaking of Blue Nun:

This was me before wine came into my life and corrupted me.

And speaking of corrupting me:

Me, picking my nose in my car with my kid sister Betsy.

I was 37 at the time. I hadn’t quite matured yet.

And speaking of matured:

There’s Betsy and me (and our husbands) in more dignified times. I was 38 here and had grown up a lot.

There’s me, dancing the role of Arabian Princess in The Nutcracker.

Superb casting job, wouldn’t you say? Something about my skin tone just screams “Middle East”, don’t you think?

There’s me, sittin’ on the fence outside our house.

There’s me, driving the carpool.

There’s me, showing off.

I’m always showing off!

There’s me, demonstrating a fake tan disaster.

And speaking of fake tan disasters…

There’s me, on the far right.

 
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