Monday, October 12, 2015
Here's a very old polaroid I just stumbled upon of a tiny happy Mabel playing with her sock. When I went back to work in February of 2011, Bill took a chunk of paternity leave he'd been saving up and stayed home with the baby for a while (he went back to work for finish the school year--but this time was such a success that he ended up quitting his job and staying home with her the next two years, which was fabulous for everyone). He and Mabel would come down to my office about once a week and have lunch with me in a nearby park or pizza place. It was one of the highlights of my week.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Guys! I can hardly believe it: today marks the 1000th post on Pippa's Cabinet! That's 200 Polaroid Mondays, 200 Inspiration Tuesdays, 200 Publishing Wednesdays, 200 Poetry Thursdays, and 200 Art Fridays. This seems to me frankly unbelievable. I feel like it was just the other day I came back to work after maternity leave and decided to start a blog to bridge my personal and professional interests. But, oh, hmm, considering my kid is five years old now, I guess it has indeed been a while.
Above is my attempt to make a celebratory number "1000" out of art books. I'm not entirely sure it's working. But hey, that's actually what I've loved about blogging all along--you can try out random things, fail to be perfect, get creative in odd ways that maybe no one will care about but maybe someone will. And it just keeps chugging along. So, yeah, here's to the next 1000! And in the meantime, have a lovely weekend y'all!
Thursday, October 8, 2015
July 12, 2006
We were walking down the street yesterday evening
to go to the market and get some eggs and some ice cream
and as we passed the weird little pizza place across the street
the smell of pizza was so strong and fresh and lovely
golden and delicious and it’s never normally like that
There were two men walking ahead of us eating
slices heaped with veggies and toppings as they strolled
and we concluded that the scent was a combination of their pizza wafting back at us
and the fact that the restaurant must have actually made the pizza fresh for them
which is something they rarely seem to be doing in there
image source is here
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
The same day we went to the Museum of Craft and Design last week my colleagues and I also took a little tour of some of the cool retail spots cropping up in the Dogpatch neighborhood. First we went to Workshop Residence, where each item for sale is the result of a careful collaboration with an artist or artisan. Next we went to Industrious Life, a design boutique run by a former coworker of ours with fabulous taste (where I bought some vintage forks and other goodies). And then we spent some time in the Museum of Craft and Design gift shop--before touring their exhibition--where we were gratified to spot lots and lots of Chronicle books and products, and an adorable blue vase.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
This world I adore just continues to expand. For previous posts in the series (plus explanation as to what the heck this is) see here and here.
Above: identical twins who are married to identical twins go to family therapy
The astronaut, the alien, and their baby pose for a family portrait
Excited for their first day of Ostentatious Masculinity Deprogramming Camp
Tough lady rock star is backed up by useless hot guys with tambourines
The all-girl reboot of the Village People
Greedo and Han share a tender moment
These two preforming artists--the mime and the opera diva--are in a healthy, mature relationship with a minimum of drama
Middle-aged suburban woman is a fencing instructor
Plus-size supermodel slays the runway
True story: someone left superman/pirate guy on the "free shelf" of my apartment building--and he is so happy to be united with his true people
Monday, October 5, 2015
With everything else that needed doing and celebrating, I did not have the wherewithal (side note about that word--I always thought it was pronounced WHEREwithal, but I once worked with a guy who very confidently pronounced it whereWITHal, and though I'm pretty sure he was mistaken I now tend to think, and sometimes even say, his version) to take the polaroid camera to the park for Mabel's fifth birthday party. Instead I took her photo when we got home from the party, with the balloons she very clearly envisioned ahead of time, and very carefully picked out at the party store to match her vision, and very firmly directed me as to where to put them at the party to draw everyone's attention to the fact that this was the spot where the party was happening. It was, if I do say so myself, a good party, at least in the most important factor, namely that she loved it. Not a great photo though. But if you squint you can glimpse a trace of the happy, exhausted post-party smile.
Friday, October 2, 2015
I went with some colleagues to visit the Museum of Craft and Design the other day and we saw their current exhibition Art and Other Tactics: Contemporary Craft by Artist Veterans. Spanning the era from post-World War Two to the present, it was a powerful show. One interesting thing to note was how veteran artists in the middle of the Twentieth Century almost never allowed themes of politics or war to directly enter their artwork, while in our own era they almost inevitably did. Of course such things are also a matter of curation, but still, it was interesting to observe. My favorite piece of all was the one you see a detail from above, by Jenn Hassin--the whole thing in (almost) its entirety is at the bottom of this post.
Warren Mackenzie, William Daley, Peter Voulkos
Jenn Hassin (again)