Category Archives: autobiographical photo montages
Life was rough back in 1984, what with Big Brother and all. Not to mention those drapes.
I finished The Portrait of a Lady a few days ago and would really love to be working on my final post. But, you see, my cat Maxwell is busy using it as a pillow. So I can’t because we … Continue reading
Here’s a picture of Bethany and me, celebrating her eighteenth birthday the way we celebrated a lot of birthdays in the early nineties: at Mel’s on Geary Boulevard in San Francisco. Happy birthday, my dear friend and co-blogger! Hopefully no … Continue reading
I’m sorry I missed Yarn Along on Wednesday. I’m sorry I still haven’t reviewed American Gods and The Phantom of the Opera and Bless the Beasts and Children and A Thousand Cuts. I did, however, finally resolve that I’m just … Continue reading
Maybe someday I will get tired of taking artsy pictures of my bookshelves. But I don’t think it’s going to be today.
Bookcases are more than just functional furniture for me. They’re part of my aesthetic of what a living space should look like: they’re about covering large expanses of wall space with infinite combinations of color, about parallel and perpendicular lines, … Continue reading
Here’s a picture of the books that have been taking up space on my ottoman this week…. Mostly recent arrivals from amazon. Happy Monday, everyone. 🙂