February 22, 2010

CAN YOU HANDLE THIS!



My two favorite animals! TOGETHER.

(No more squirrels for a while, I promise.)

Park friend

Hi buddy.



Whatcha got there?

Oh yeah, some kinda nut?



Yep, stuff it in!!

Close-up!



Cute lil mouf. SCARY CLAWS!

Dear Noodle Bar









I love you.

February 21, 2010

Siamese baby skorl twins



They can fit lotsa nuts in them cheeks!

Peter sent me this. Thanks P-rock!

February 19, 2010

Warts

I've been getting a bunch of hits on the blog from this site:

http://www.righthealth.com/Health/Hand%20Wart%20Pictures-s?lid=yhoo-ads-sb-7460722696

Does one of those pictures look familiar?

Sorry folks! You got real warts—I don't.

New nail polish!



Turquoise.

Sometimes I forget how to use my camera (or "my Cam Jansen," as I like to call it).

Andrew

My friend Andrew lives in Hong Kong, where for a few bucks you can get anything tailored for you from scratch just by showing the tailor a picture of what you want and supplying the fabric.

He wanted a nineteenth-century bathing suit—and he got some for his Canadian friends too.

And...then, they made a calendar???!







Yep.

Andrew and Ivy just had a baby, and I KNOW that baby's gonna get a bathing suit too. So I made a bear for him, to match.







Yes, his legs point in rawther diff'rent directions (IT'S HARDER THAN YOU THINK TO SEW THOSE SUCKERS ON RIGHT!). I like to imagine he's doing that move gymnasts do at the end of their routines.



Like, ta-daaaaaaaaaa!

Snicker*

(The bear's wearing this hat, cause it's too big for Theo.)

Night at the Museum





Garden Lobby, Thursday at 10:45.

Carroll Dunham painting, left, and inflatable boy by Tim Burton, right (they leave the fan on all night).

Otherwise deserted.

February 18, 2010

Ideally

This would be my lunch:



Today and every day.

Instead it is Mogu's lunch.

Yesterday

Something about this glove caught my eye as I came up out of the subway onto 53 Street, so I got out my camera.



Click click click—

Uh oh, who's that approaching?



"Are you done with that, miss?"



Yep, caught by the janitor, taking pichures of trash.

Embarrassing.

Butter chronicles



Greg brought this home yesterday.

So far, I think the Président butter is best, but delicious Canadian butter is the best deal.

February 17, 2010

SPECIAL CUSHIONS

Greg's (left) and mine (right).



Mine's all skarshed because it goes on my desk chair. (Also because I overstuffed it.)

Mmmm



Pretty.

Old rug


BOOOO!

New rug:



YEA!

I have to stand on a rug when I wash the dishes.

February 16, 2010

Birthday



































Somehow I am thirty-three today.

"These things made us think of you..."

Yes, our friends Sarah and Courtney sent us a couple presents.

Including this amazing fisherman sweater!!!



Handmade by someone!



I LOVE IT.

Also, OH MY GOD this book:



Boy and Girl Tramps of America!

From the back cover:



(Note: "after the World War." There had only been one.)

Inside:



Fountain pen.



"Illustrated with Photographs by the Author"



"Where to, boes?"



"A couple of bindle stiffs..." !!!!!!!!!

[Speechless]

I can't wait to read this whole book. And wear my new sweater!!

Thanks guys, we totally LOVE YOUS!



And Nikita, Kitten, and the buns.

City kids





They work with what they got.

February 12, 2010

Oh. My. God.

We received the most INCREDIBLE parcel yesterday.



Details to come—it'll blow your mind.

IT BLEW OURS!!!!!!!!!!!

Winter food





Yep.

Note to self



Do not buy the cheapest shovel.

Churros

I bought a bunch of these on the G train for a dessert I wanted to make (mmm . . . warm churros and ice cream and chocklit sarse).



There were a whole bunch left over. . . . I had to eat all of them all at once to make them go away.

Sometimes it's the only way.

PERVERSITY

I have a perverse love for this cushion. Perverse because . . . it's "Christmas" plaid? And literally matches nothing in our apartment?





I found the cover in a bag of cloth on a trash can (there's a matching one), and I finally sewed a pilla inside it a couple weeks ago.

The difference

When you are reading a book made of paper, you can tell when you're coming to the end. With an audiobook, if you aren't watching the screen, you might have no idea it's almost over.



The ending of this book was so sad and abrupt I almost couldn't handle it.

Landlady Valentine's Day decorations



Blue-eyed love panda.

Made of . . . plastic?



Or something.