THURSDAY BROUGHT TO YOU BY: THE CAT

Truly? I cannot seem to get enough today. I heart subtitles.

BOXCAT BLOWFISH

final scene = priceless.

CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER!!

"hello! I'm jogging" with my radio...file that under awesome!

* thanks C!

THIS WEEK BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE LETTERS F AND U

I just had to use that little piece of inner-office chatter, because it is true. And it also falls in line with a conversation from last night that was a trip down late 1970's / 1980's kids TV show memory lane. And that conversation was started with this:

"You were a 3,2,1 CONTACT kid weren't you?"

Yes. Yes I was. Then we proceeded to sing the theme song.

Why can't things play out that way at the office? Can't someone make an e-commerce platform that works correctly in ALL browsers? Why? Why, God why!?

xoxo, wee

PS:

THE CAT PIANO

lovely art direction

SOMEHOW APPROPRIATE

I am right back in 5th grade playing fog tag and running until I simply could not run any further, listening to this. Which is exactly where I would like to be this morning - away from the heat, the crazy fires eating up Los Angeles, and a host of other obligations. Like work.

AS YET UNTITLED

welcome, we're varnishing tonight




that's 29 stacked back there, with some other older stuff




the above hot mess, is the makings of more new work


before the varnishing I take digi photos to get final placement right


it's all hands on deck

IT'S REALLY NASTY HOT

...outside today. So I am playing on the internet and checking in on lots of things that are overdue for a checking. The song makes me laugh and I love her wee frenchie accent. I am all about B/W these days and thinking that may be the inspiration for something new from the wee studio.

In fact, in an obtuse way, this reminds me of my studio work, if it were digital (not hand assembled) and in motion (instead of being finite and trapped under layers of varnish). I've been playing in the studio quite a bit lately. And I have never been happier that my concert plans for the evening were canceled so that I can work! WORK!

the ink/milk/wet parts as transitioners (wee word alert), have me completely enthralled.

PARTY PLANNING

Re-imagining Chinatown Interactive Exhibition / look closely for wee and dix!

*at Fifth Floor Gallery

THE FINAL FRONTIER

If this was done in a William Shatner voice, it would be perfection. In its natural form it is the scariest thing I have seen on the internet this week. Happy Friday kids!



*Dixie keeps us well informed.

SPYING ON THE NEIGHBORS SERIES, EPISODE 1

The Neighbors Have a New Puppy
10:05pm

Scene: (from my window)

Puppy alone in frame, pooping on the floor of the apartment. Once finished Puppy turns to sniff steamy pile of poop and excitedly scampers out of frame. (I laugh hysterically and contemplate calling Sparkles for a play by play)

Sock Feet enters frame, (I determine it is the man half of the couple), and flops into full frame via the couch. He is eating Pringles. He notices the pile to his left and dives right back into the can of Pringles. Sock Feet gets up to fetch the remote.

(without audio I can only deduce he must have said to Bare Feet (the female half), "Get the poop.")

Bare Feet enters frame with blue plastic baggie. Sock Feet opens a beer and changes channels. Bare Feet aims the plastic bag for the pile and scoops the poop. Puppy bounces into frame and chomps on blue plastic baggie. Puppy is really into this new game of tug o' war. Bare Feet swats at Puppy and holds tight to the baggie. Sock Feet turns head and waves his free hand from the couch. Puppy shakes his head.

Blue plastic baggie rips open and poop takes flight. In a twist of instamatic karma, the poop lands on the couch right next to Sock Feet. In his haste to get out of the path of incoming poop, he spills his beer and knocks over the Pringles. I fall over laughing.

When I last peeked, Sock Feet was wildly gesturing and opening his mouth like a bass while Puppy rolled in spilled beer and chips. Bare Feet was standing with the empty blue plastic baggie, right over the spot on the floor where the pile was laid. Now that last part is just not fair.

Lesson: If you spy Puppy's poop, pick it up.

YOU CAN GET IT ALL. ON CRAIGSLIST.

ROCK MY GRANDFATHER TO DEATH! (Santa Monica)

Date: 2009-08-15, 4:59PM PDT

Hi there! How are you? I'm fine. Okay, let's get serious now. My grandfather is on his deathbed and I'm looking for some musicians who are okay with rocking him to death. He used to be a roadie for several bands including The Rolling Stones and ACDC so this is right up his alley. The gig pays $200 and the rules are simple: Rock your balls off until the old man flatlines. Obviously, no insane shit like breaking a guitar over his head or anything like that. In fact, avoid physical contact if you can. If you're interested, please let me know. Remember: We're taking a man's life with rock so if you feel even a little bit messed up about this, my advice is to keep playing whatever cupcake gigs you currently waste your potential with. Otherwise, shoot me an email. Oh yeah, no "Journey" or any of that other Karaoke bullshit.

Thanks and I'm looking forward to hearing from you!


*Oh craigslist, the joy and atrocities you bring into my life are truly priceless. Thanks for sharing Dixie!

J.E.S.S.I.C.A.

The former Joking, Epileptic Satanist from the Spacious Instant-coffee-box recently turned Colorful Adulteress

I cannot decide what I like better; Recently turned Colorful Adulteress or Spacious Instant-Coffee-Box. Thanks crazy Facebook/Mad Libs Name quiz. I love mad libs.

xoxo, wee

ONLY ON A MONDAY

There are so many ridiculous things going on in this video. A guy in a dog suit standing on the side of the road. A guy challenging a guy in a dog suit to a break-dance fight. The guy in the dog suit being a talented dancer. I want to live in their world.



* c/o Today's Big Thing and R.

MUSICAL MONDAY CONTINUES

* absolutely in love with this

WELCOME MONDAY

* Bat for Lashes covering The Boss

LOOKING BACKWARDS

been loving the female vocals lately

INNOVATION INDIA

On population control in rural India:

“If there is electricity in every village, then people will watch TV till late at night and then fall asleep. They won’t get a chance to produce children,” Mr Azad said. “When there is no electricity there is nothing else to do but produce babies.”

- India's Minister of Health and Family Welfare, Mr. Ghulam Nabi Azad

* c/o FP and the CIA

B'EAU PAL

“The unique qualities of our water come from 25 years of slow-leaching toxins at the site of the world’s largest industrial accident.”

nice little piece picked up off PSFK



* ps the whole office is buzzing about the baby eatin' lady in TX. where have I been?

PACE YOURSELF

keeping it simple.

SIMPLE. BRILLIANT.

Elegantly simple logo animation for MTV Germany.


watch me

* via motionographer

ON TAKING THINGS JUST AS THEY ARE

Internet, I have a piece of unsolicited advice: take things as they come. No less, no more. Happy Monday!

xoxo, wee

FRANCE : A FIRST LOOK

More photos!




ma masion!




my driver


some random roadside art/commercialism




apparently the largest columns of this type - thanks hot driver!




hey toto, we're not in LA anymore

* isn't she lovely?

REASON 812 THAT I LOVE THE INTERNET

First: ATT thanks for finally getting my wireless internet situation resolved. I will pay you now.

So a while back a couple of friends of mine introduced me to the TV based guilty pleasure that is (the fact that it is still on means I am not alone in my fascination, and it is okay to blog my shame), The Bachelorette. When Gossip Girl is in reruns I randomly tune in to this train wreck. Fast forward to tonight, I had errands people - important ones, like buying clothes and toilet paper and spray on sunblock, so I missed the finale. Which is alright since I knew [redacted] would be on point - LIVE BLOGGING. I am in love with Dan and Brooke. Here's why:


8:22 Dan: Yikes. Dad asks “Are you in love with Jill?” and Kiptyn responds, “I’m getting there.” It’s not like he asked, “Are you almost done remodeling the kitchen?” Just say yes.
…
8:45 Brooke: It's pretty pitiful. He's like the representative for every guy that couldn't get it up and asked for a second chance. That's how you know it's not reality. Cause in real life, those guys are branded impotent for life. And then you tell your friends.

Seriously, Brooke is completely on target. That is a night out where over shots of tequila you share with the girls - he was too drunk, right? And they order another round and say, "Girl, have you ever been too drunk?"

IT'S LIKE PROM YO!

my date Mark Parker CEO of Nike


my other date, KAWS who's over school dances


the lovely ladies


PROM!

* from opening night

JULY 22, 2004 VS. JULY 22, 2009

5 goddamn years. 5 life changing years. 5 years filled with more experiences then I thought one person could manage.

Yes, today marks the 5 year birthday of cancer.

The first anniversary was a disaster. It spelled the true beginning of the end of the relationship I was in at the time. I was working and should have taken the day off. I thought my head would explode. I almost bought a new car. I got into a HUGE fight with a parent-in-law type person, because they were an asshole. I cried myself to sleep next to someone and felt so totally alone, I thought my sky was falling in.

Number 2 I took the day off. Let's not talk about how I spent that day, inebriated.

By the time the 3rd day rolled around I was better. I was getting ready to move jobs and planning a trip to London. I was dealing with the first major cancer recurrence scare, which strangely made the first bout's anniversary easier to handle. I realize that makes absolutely no sense, but somehow having a MRI scan that day brought me back to something familiar, and I felt in control. Leave it to me to need the hospital to make me feel better. Most people would die to be back there and here I was handing out Valiums to the older ladies getting the same thing done and scared out of their wits. I was all, this shit is a breeze. Swallow this.

Last year, I don't even remember what I did that day. I was on vacation (being between jobs), but I don't recall needing to be out or to talk a whole lot about it. I do remember that I think I nearly forgot it was the day. Which in retrospect is awesome.

Now I am working, just returned from Paris and seeing where this adventure continues to take me. First stop, a party thrown at my favorite Hotel Bar, by one of my best girls. And I am just excited to catch everyone up on Paris. Screw cancer.

xoxo, wee

PS - Happy Anniversary Mom and Ed-Dad! What a difference 5 years makes. And to Peg - maybe our blue day isn't so blue? But know that I still miss Christopher too. Love you my family!

AURAL FIXATION

just because it's real, doesn't mean it's gonna work. ahem, amen.

* the blow

NIGHT ONE, DINNER

the best view of Paris?


oui!


e enjoys the view


how high we are!


the restaurant's classic french style




look at all our artists!




tom and the olives


the first of many stories


trading cameras with KAWS


he thinks his is better. pfft.


wee and Abby


a toast?


bien sur!


tom and mark join in


all together now!


Dzine and Abby really feeling the spirit


into the wee hours we go


I love the surrealism of this shot




beautiful Paris


the old reflected by the new




you can still make it




follow the lights home

* a top Le Centre Pompidou at Restaurant Georges

FAT BOX OR ART?

Can you suppose why I love these elevators so?






do your eyes deceive you?


now I have to go back, because I didn't push the buttons! what!?

* at Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin

A PROPER INTRODUCTION

gifts from Nike!






for exploring


just amazed. more self portraits.