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I'm a freelance writer, photographer, knitter, crocheter, designer of graphics and other things, avid reader, pop culture aficionado and information sponge and occasionally make things that I might even label art. New website in the works.
Kathleen Hanna, in a charitable mood, has bequeathed her papers—’zines, presumably correspondence and material pertaining to her career in Bikini Kill, among other things—to NYU’s Fales Library, the branch of the library system holding a number of special collections. The Kathleen Hanna Papers seem to be the first major acquisition for the library’s brand new Riot Grrrrl Collection. (via NYU Libraries Acquire The Kathleen Hanna Papers for Their New “Riot Grrrl Collection” | The Measure | The L Magazine - New York City’s Local Event and Arts & Culture Guide)
Eunice Johnson was a partner to her husband’s success. When John Johnson wanted to create the black equivalent of Life magazine, Eunice Johnson named it Ebony. When she was asked to put on a fashion show for charity, she took it on the road and raised millions. Then when those ebony-hued women couldn’t find makeup in the cities they traveled to, she helped her publisher husband realize the necessity and profitability of cosmetics for black, brown and tan women. So today while the publishing part of the company struggles, women across the globe spend hundreds of millions on Fashion Fair makeup.
(via In Memoriam: ‘Ebony’ Matriarch Eunice W. Johnson : NPR)
Someone asked why I tend to be looking down when I take the candids on my walks. I don’t have a definitive answer. It’s something of a mixture of: I don’t want to step on the dog. I don’t want to step in dog poo. I don’t want to step in a hole, trip and break something. I’m thinking. If I grinned like a idiot on my walks staring into a camera, the neighbors might think I’m touched and call the authorities.
I’m all red and puffy and this year looks to be going out with a wheeze.
Still playing with the flash. Other than the fact that it looks like I washed in vaseline, I like the exposure.
Holidays are tiring.
My aunt gave me the sweater a few Christmases ago. Now wearing it’s a tradition.
Yes, I know Christmas comes the same day each year. That doesn’t mean I’m prepared. I was prepared enough to have a back-up plan, though.
-Ben Curtis, speaking with Errol Morris
It Was All Started by a Mouse (Part 1) - Opinionator Blog - NYTimes.com
