Showing posts with label Folk Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Folk Art. Show all posts
Oct 14, 2009
Sep 29, 2009
Jul 7, 2009
Jul 5, 2009
Jun 22, 2009
May 20, 2009
May 12, 2009
Apr 29, 2009
Apr 9, 2009
Folk Art For Thursday

Crime scene photo of a bloody phone found in Vince Shlomi's hotel room, following his rumble with a cannibalistic courtesan. The phone appears to be covered in a spattering of my mom's orange lipstick from the 80's rather than blood, but what do I know.
Labels:
Folk Art,
shameful celebity sex dreams
Mar 30, 2009
Mar 26, 2009
Mar 19, 2009
Folk Art For Thursday (Part II)

Thursday mornings at my place of work are always a bit daunting, but then the new issue of InTouch was the first thing I saw when I walked in today. Everything going on here is pure gold. Wearing cut off shorts truly is Jessica Simpson's triumph.
Labels:
bless this mess,
Folk Art
Mar 6, 2009
Mar 3, 2009
Feb 27, 2009
Folk Art for This Weekend
Very limited back story: I know a chick whose grandmother dates this guy. She has Thanksgiving dinner with this gentleman. We should all aspire to do the same.
Feb 17, 2009
Feb 11, 2009
Feb 6, 2009
Folk Art for This Weekend
In a Google Image search for "the Internet," I came across this student work entitled, Jamal's Internet Collage. It reminded me of the time that Mr. Fry (our 7th grade Computer Class teacher) asked Pillow and I to use the (fresh, young) Internet to plan a budget (he was such a tool) tropical vacation. I guess it was an exercise in Yahoo navigation? Anyhow, we used the whole of our allotted funds to pay for two nights at the Four Seasons Hualalai, where we claimed we could find men to buy us drinks and extreme drunkenness and bikini-cladness would render food unnecessary. Mr. Fry was incensed. We were quite pleased with ourselves.
Labels:
bills,
computer class,
Folk Art,
origin stories
Feb 4, 2009
Folk Art for (Sick/Snow Day) Wednesday
I've embedded a bombardment of portraits of/from The National, Petrova's tip, a (or the) Russian banquet hall in Brighton Beach. Such love for the name, the caviar, carved watermelon rinds, and floorshows.
Labels:
feasting,
feathers,
Folk Art,
my ruskie problem
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