This makes me exceedingly happy: the Slice of Heaven edition.

As part of the Let's Blog Off campaign that's sweeping the blogosphere, today the Madame is indulging in some fantasy which just so happens to be one of my favorite hobbies.  Squeeee!  We're supposed to name the place that is our own slice of heaven but I don't play by the rules because I'm a rebel.  A rebel in pajamas.  A rebel in pajamas and a few too many glasses of wine.   


I have yet to plant a flag in my own piece of heaven on earth because I'm sooo young and if I'd already found it then that would be no fun.  Also if it was only one place then that would really
suck because with my luck it would be some place that requires a 27 hour plane ride, a 2 hour bus ride, a donkey trek up the side of a mountain followed by an impossible test of skill (bicep curls?) and wit (math?) by a shaman all on the day of a special astrological even that only happens once every 68.5 years.  My diary would read like a J. Peterman catalog.  It'd be pretty hard to recreate that a few times a year when I want to get away so I dial it back to places that are within the means of a Sunday kind of madame.  My slice of heaven is simple - it just has to be any place that serves something that tastes like this:

blah blah creamy risotto with BACON but ANY pasta will do

Or smells like this:

we heart it

Or feels like this:

here

Breathes with possibility like this:

honeytree's etsy

Let's me learn (ahem... nap) like this:

we heart it

Has a soul (or ghost?!) like this:

Divine Decadence

Any place while turtle-dovin to this:  

Hell - riding bitch in an old pickup, listening to a fiddle, anyplace where I can hear this song, anywhere described in the song or anywhere from the video.  Fuck yeah three day weekend. 




On a blanket under this: (Dixieland Delight optional but doesn't hurt)

we heart it

Tells a story like this:

Courtesy of the madame floating by on the Ganges...

FUCK!!!  This whole thing reads like a redneck Eat, Pray, Love but you get the idea.  Ok now go check out all the other people and their heavens.  Bet they are a lot nicer than mine... heavenly fuckers.

Learning GrrAnimal

Last week while the Madame was perusing the blogs of my betters I read a post from Coffee With An Architect about Jack Kerouac's writing of "On the Road."  Of course I've never read that book because that would make me infinitely cool and I prefer to stay pleasantly mediocre.  Also I heard it was hard.  Aaaanyway, I learned me something cool because Jack typed the book on paper taped together to form one long giant scroll.  Pretty badass.  What's even more badass is that I happen to have a psuedo-scroll of my own but it has yet to change people's lives or make any money.  

Until now!  Because I can't seem to give up the past love reminiscing I agreed to post my scroll in the spirit of blogger solidarity.  BEHOLD!!!   *cue angels singing*

Fuck meh

Part of my senior treatise from ye olde ID school.  It's almost 11 feet of... well... nothing.  I spent awhile just writing and sketching about my project and living in fantasy land where that stuff matters in real life because what is school if not fantasy land?  My purpose was to design a big space that was entirely out of my range of skillz so I picked an interactive science museum.  Gawd, even typing that makes me the biggest lameass ever.  But I did get to tour a bunch of kids' museums, play in giant ball pits and check out planetariums (like at the Rose Center in NYC) so who's the lameass now huh??!!!  (Spoiler alert: it's still me)   

Unfortunately I had to cut the scroll from the rest of the roll of trash because I needed that paper for other more immensely important things like making tissue paper collages and sketching fantasy floorplans for the ModSauce Ranch. 

The first three feet or so is just me "writing" about what it means to really 'learn' things, exploring phenomenology, probably a few mentions of god, gestalt and a multitude of other self-indulgent bullshit .  You know, things I was really qualified to discuss and find a design solution for in 2 months at the age of 21.  *eyeroll*  

Most of the scroll was programming and sketching and conceptualizing which are really the only things I was good at in ID.  And even then it was kinda iffy...  But I did come away with some winners like these completely useless sketches:

Yeaaaaaah.  Bow chicka bow wow. *wiggles eyebrows* Look at that alley-thing with the uh... weird shading and... no point... and... oh gawd this is going to be really bad.

BOOOYAH!!!!  Fuckin "spirals." (?)

OMIGOD I CAN HARDLY STAND IT!!!  IT'S ANOTHER SPIRAL!!!!  Did I just blow your mind?!?!!!

??????  Ok I do like this one because it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever and for some reason I wrote 'Learning Animals' on top because it's a quote I probably read somewhere and it sounds deep. It IS a science museum after all!!  

But it's probably true - we're all a kind of learning animal.  I think I just happened to be a learning GrrAnimal at the time as evidenced by my childish attitude, enormously giant chip on my shoulder and the fact that I ended my college education in a fort.  Peace love and non-pants FTW!!  

I also ended my college education with these beauties: 

Yep.  Four years of education culminating in half-assed sketches of my interior thanks to senioritis.  Grrr indeed.  

While looking at the scroll of love I did happen to uncover a few more embarrassing winners from school...

Sadly, this headless and footless girl might be the best thing I've ever drawn.  Think I'll stick with my day job.

Jewelry and metalworking.  My true calling!!!   

 

I should lose a finger for even drawing this.

Ok this one's reaaaly embarrassing.  A poorly conceived chair that ahem.. may or may not have been inspired by 'Alice in Wonderland's' white rabbit....  Yea.  BUT then I saw this one day:

Kazuyo Sejima and Ryue Nishizawa's Rabbit chair from here

AHA!  Maybe I'm just horrible at marketing.  (ok and furniture design...)

Let's get back to what I like best - random sketches and pointy fabulosity.  As Jody pointed out it's just a long seamless burst of creativity until the paper runs out.  And I do like to doodle...  I might even learn something along the way.  Grrrrrr.

Just shut up and blog.

The Madame needs to quit with all the yammering sometimes and just bring the good shit.  I think I'm going to make t-shirts that say: "Just shut up and blog."  Maybe "Blog ur asterisk* off."   "Nobody puts Blogger in the corner."  "Blog THIS muthafucka" with an arrow pointing to my crotch for some reason...  I don't know I'm still working on it.  In the meantime here are some completely blog-worthy photos from Pia Ulin that I found via Design is Mine.  Let's see how far I can just show pictures before I have to interject something.

We know I like black... (Shit.  Not that far.)

Straight-up lickable kitchen.

Pink post-its!  Don't ask about 15ft high cookbooks...

Pardon me, I'm having a girl moment...

Camel pictures always get posted.  Always.  Is his tagelmust Pantone's color of the year?

Tophat and a dress in a lake!!!!

Sigh... buh-bye August.  

Two Sunday ladies on a Sunday nite = fuckawesome.

Ceramic sculptures by Pamela Sunday via Elle Decoration.

YEEEESSSSS.

I

would

do

horribly

unladylike

things

if

someone

would

buy

me

a small collection of these.  

I'm talkin horrible.