Tuesday, March 31, 2009

And you were worried about your neighbor's Pitbull

Meet Abdullahi Mohammed with his hyena, Mainasara. This image scares me more than any scary movie or ghost story. I don't know why exactly, except I think hyenas are very scary and dangerous looking. Did you know that they compete directly with lions for food and that they often fight lions and win? This man who has hyenas as quasi-pets looks very fierce also. Pieter Hugo's images of Africa are striking and very thought provoking. See these and other amazing images by photographer Pieter Hugo.

Check out this article about Hugo. I LOVE the internet.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

His Masters Voice

I've always liked this painting and the RCA advertisements that featured it.

Now I like these gramophone chandeliers. You can see them at Dan Marty Design .

Friday, March 27, 2009

Friday, March 20, 2009

She's here!

1. Any elusive bird-like creature/spirit that terrorizes people, esp. at night. 2. A witch or "bruja" that has taken the form of such a creature. A lechuza can appear at any time and any place, but these feathery spirits seem particularly prone to spread their wings and terrorize those who have consumed alcohol. Cars driving down lonely highways also seem a favorite target of lechuzas. Especially common in Mexico and the southwestern United States

The fabulous Chris K created this spooky girl for me and I love her! Chris is so talented and has such a fun and spooky take on his work that I am always so excited to see what he is doing next.

To top it all off he awarded me this great blog award, I am so flattered! Thanks for the award and la lechuza!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Uncomfortable Chair

Very interesting art pieces by Allanah Currie, formerly of the brit group, The Thompson Twins. Now an artist/upholsterer making a statement with these taxidermy furniture pieces. Check out more at Miss Pokeno , her website.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

New Sneaks

Of course I need these shoes. Did you know that you can design your own at Zazzle ? Which is what I did with this hawk skeleton image that I like.

Friday, March 6, 2009

The Day Wild Indians Almost Killed My Dad

It's funny how things that may seem horrifying or embarrassing when you are young are really funny in retrospect. As readers of this blog know, I love my dad and miss him constantly, because of the good things he was and in spite of the things he wasn't. Sadly, my dad in his younger days (when I was a kid) was a racist as were many white men of his generation. Even sadder yet, he actually worked at trying to teach me those values. Thank goodness that didn't take.

The recent passing of a friend's brother brought to mind the day when I thought I had killed my dad. At least you would have thought so if you had seen his face changing colors from red, to blue to purple and back to red, and watching him struggling for breath and control as he waited to get me alone to lecture me.

The day and the event leading up to his apoplectic rage were the most common and routine of any 6th grade girl. I was only walking home with a classmate and his brother. Probably walking home with two boys was enough to get me in trouble. Both boys were visibly taller than me and if you take into account their long hair wrapped with brightly colored yarn and very obvious Native American looks they were strikingly different. Needless to say my dad wasn't celebrating our ethnic diversity. Those guys were beautiful, not to mention friendly and kind. Maybe that's why I enjoyed our walks home from school. I really liked Roy Bison, my classmate, who made an effort to be nice to me and his brother Gideon, who would join us as we passed the high school on our walk home. I only went to school there part of that year but will never forget Roy and Gideon.

The good part of the story is that as my dad aged he changed, at least in the fact that he finally outgrew old prejudices about race and differences.

Thank goodness we are never to old to learn.
The picture above is Gideon Bison.