mechanics workshop

my dad got around to setting up a proper work space in my basement this winter and it is basically heaven. we have all the tools ever, every adhesive ever, boxes and boxes of scrap junk for me to rustle through, a heavy duty oldschool table vice, drawers of electronics components, a flipping sound system. 

basically my dad is a technician.

also he brings me home heavy-duty motors and LEDs and control panels and other goodies from work mmmmmmm are you jealous

sour

~* pokey update: it is on me forevah and I couldn't be more thrilled, I can't wait to cover my legs in little stickpoke collages this is life-changing ennnghhhh *~ it's incredibly soothing and meditative, and for me 1000000x more enjoyable than being poked by someone else

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stick and poke without ink to test my nerves

self love sour puss 4 life ♥

still knitting

pair 10 & 11: leah & lucas
jenna katie vanessa me mum amma hannah mag dad
this is actually an endurance based ritual/performance project about how much I love my friends  ok now you know

therapeutic illustrated journaling

look at my baby ponytail 

look at my chocolate covered coconut icecream bar

look at my first pair of socks

(keepin dese babies for myself)

lookit all did therapeutic illustrated journaling

this is what I do on my lunch breaks when I get sick of knitting

 

I have been working through my , ~* ' sad feelings ' *~ , in this way. I want to write postcards but I also don't want to be the kind of person that writes postcards full of sad things. I have been eating lots of icecream bars and trying to , ~* ' communicate ' *~ , even though that really just spreads the  , ~* ' sad feelings ' *~ ,  around. Maybe tomorrow I will buy some stamps.

On the upside, I can't remember when I was last this productive.

the pitter patter of tiny hooves

all over my skin

100% CPU usage

how am I ever supposed to edit this video

jenna wiggins as miranda july as colin self as joanna newsom

You have no idea how happy this makes me.

Also now I am going to be channeling Miranda July for the next few weeks until I forget again how much I love her.

peachyeyey

So this happened.
All other attempts at creative work so far have been dud.

Oh internet, I have not been trying very hard.
I suppose I should also plug Cadavre Exquis (my turn my turn!) ...
Went out firefly hunting last night, but nothing for my project came of it.
Mmph.

little red

for red riding hood

"FUCK LOVE."

more progress

8 pages per book's worth

cutting em up was terrifying

and then I spent the rest of friday night sewing puff pocket pages ™ together while watching adventure time. six out of twelve down. 

also: check out my mad princess swagg

stuff being done

membranes project image cache

Spring break progress on my grant project aww yeahh -- hooray for strikes and independent work, just gotta keep it up. 

micromoonscapes

micromoonscapes, 2012

microphotography, photoshop

(paua shell at 1.5x or so)

I am a scientist part 2

Blood, drugs, paua shells, cicadas. 

sound suit in progress

Autumn skeleton leaves and Salvation Army lace curtain treasure find. It's coming along.

poor mister crow

I went out for a run around 11 last night, apparently showing a characteristic disregard for self-preservation, and spotted this gorgeous guy on a lawn, a block from my house. An entire, intact crow carcass, couldn't have been dead more than a day.

It looks like he (she?) died from a head wound; it's the only source of trauma I can see. I didn't have gloves when I went to collect him though (more disregard for self-preservation?) so I haven't handled him thoroughly, he could be wounded beneath his wings or something. But I'm only interested in the skeleton, especially the skull (!!). Gonna bury him for a few months in a decay cage, dig him back up before the ground freezes. If that's not enough time I'll have to wait for the spring thaw.

As far as I can tell it's not illegal for me to possess him, luckily, since crows seem to be one of the only birds not protected by the Migratory Birds Convention Act nor by federal/provincial legislation. He'll be good company for my chicken bones.

bat-shit crazy full-moon cat

nineties babies go camping