Once again, evidence that avoiding work is a true art.
I’m off to Red Hook (upstate, not Brooklyn) to spend a few days sipping champagne in a hot tub and loving on Mr. Stuart Munch, my friend’s daschund. It’ll be my last little break for a long time…around this time next week I will be closing on my co-op and becoming an adult a home owner!
I am soooo sick. Sick like in and out of consciousness, can’t complete sentences, it hurts to blink sick. It’s not how I’d planned on spending my Thanksgiving weekend, but it’s better than being at work and feeling like this. Shout out to my girlfriend, who’s also sick and is still taking care of me for the last two days and letting me lay in her bed, running Surf The Channel on her giant monitor. Now that I’ve hauled my ass upright, she’s being very patient about how slowly I’m typing. You’re the best, baby.
Anyway..
No one needs desk calendars anymore. I shouldn’t say that acutally, my CEO has a desk calendar that comes in really handy when we’ve got a group of people discussing an event or deliverables schedule and she needs something to slam on the table when she doesn’t like what someone says. There are still people though, despite all the other clutter on their desks, who love their page-a-days or 12 months of Dachsund puppies. I’m not one of those people either, but I would probably clear off a little spot on my desk for one of these:
This calendar from the Ukraine is twelve paiges, with one tear-off match for each day. Great for smokers, vigil-keepers, and lovers of scented candles. Or stress-monkeys like me who would find a lot of solace in burning the evidence of every passed day and knowing it will never, ever have to be lived through again.
I spew “brilliant” ideas at my girlfriend constantly. Most of these ideas bounce off her head, fall to the floor and get kicked under the metaphorical couch of shutthefuckupAmy. Some ideas, though, I really believe in. I do not let them go. They are the ideas I tell my girlfriend about constantly, at which point they at least serve some use as running gags in our relationship which prevent her from killing me. One of these persistent ideas, it’s a vision, really, is the Ultimate Cable Program: a mashup of Iron Chef America and Mythbusters. The premise is simple: Two challengers meet for battle, equipped with hellish tools of destruction. Viking ranges spewing fire and immersion blenders with roaring diesel engines! They are presented with their secret ingredient and in 60 minutes must each create a unique 5 course meal. And then blow it up. Judges award points on style, velocity, and aroma of the explosion.
The blank look on my woman’s face made me think I was alone with my dream, but there’s a little company called Ivo Vos who makes me think it could work.
With this toaster, a part of Ivo Vos’s collection “Brunch” prototypes, you can calibrate the force and angle of your toast’s ejection. Coming soon to the Brunch line of defensive kitchen equipment: The OJ trebuchet. Heads up, honey!
Yesterday I posted about my little day trip up to Lawrence Farms. Munny came with. Voici:
According to my boss, everyone and their mother went apple picking this weekend. The weather was perfect, and a good amount of the leaves were turning. I couldn’t believe that a whopping half of the people who said they’d come with me actually had pants on by 10am on a Saturday. Shortly after, we got in the Saturn and headed upstate.
It was sure nice seein’ you and your ma.
Does this look like at stock photo? I swear I actually took it.
Goat!
Check back all week for more documentation of Munny and his upstate NY frolic.
I’m a gigantic fan of KidRobot, and the whole concept of their Munny and Dunny toys. Probably because I’ve always been fascinated by where “fine” art, design, and commodity intersect. Plus, it’s a freaking’ toy! There’s something about the raw black and white version that I love for the same reasons I love the sculptural, textural simplicity of contemporary ceramics that I freak out over on Etsy. (I’m a complete Etsy fiend, be advised.) I tested out the macro lense my girlfriend got me on the Munny I picked up a few weeks ago.
Munny surveys his domain.
But in the same way that Diane Von Furstenberg has created fifty zillion awesome wrap dresses out of the same silouhette, and every drag queen has her own I Will Survive, the Munny and Dunny are captivating for their limitless interpretations.
elJans Beaded Munny on Etsy
Like this sucker.
While searching my hard drive to figure out where I saved these photos, I found this video. It made me happy in my toy-loving, plant-loving, girlie bits.
