Samantha Storey has an article on sticker art in Sunday’s New York Times: Download, Peel and Stick, and All the World’s a Gallery
Some of the photos in the story are mine. So, you know, . . . rock on.
Served Any Time
Samantha Storey has an article on sticker art in Sunday’s New York Times: Download, Peel and Stick, and All the World’s a Gallery
Some of the photos in the story are mine. So, you know, . . . rock on.
Here’s an overview of recent sightings in the ongoing street sticker watch.
There are hand drawn monkey faces and bug faces up on parking signs around Capitol Hill. I tend to think that they fit The Bald Man‘s M.O.
Boing Boing linked indirectly to the LibraryLookup bookmarklet. LibraryLookup allows users to find and reserve a book on many public library’s sites from an Amazon.com book detail page or another book site. But it can easily be adapted to check any number of book sites – libraries or booksellers – against each other.
Here are a couple of ideas:
To use the LibraryLaunch bookmarklet or one of these variations, drag the link to your bookmark folder or bookmark bar, visit a book site, and click on the bookmark you created. Your mileage may vary. (The first book site has to use the book’s ISBN in its URL, though they doesn’t seem to work when I try launching them from the Seattle Public Library site
Update 9/29: Librarian.net linked to two other LibraryLookup variations.
I was gathering together another batch of sticker art photos and it sort of turned into a collection of Cold K photos.
Update: The Stranger published a short interview with the main Cold K artist. They also tagged their cover: “I used to live in the Central District, and one night when my girl and I were out on a walk, we saw a man get murdered. When I told the police, they wouldn’t even listen to me.”
Emptied store fronts with temporarily exposed structural elements and forgotten layers of drywall and paint…
This was a Chinese Restaurant (the one mentioned here) on Fourth Avenue.
There was a nicely dressed man hanging around the church hall as I walked up to the door. He asked me, “Fulfilling your democratic duty?”
I nodded, “That’s right,” and I stopped to take some photos of the church entrance.
Another man, who was obviously a transient, walked up toward the entrance.
The first man told him, “Lunch is in the back this week.” (A community lunch for the homeless is served at the church every Tuesday afternoon.)
“What?”
“The community lunch is in the back of the hall this week. They’re voting in front, so we’re serving lunch around back. You can enter over there.” He pointed around the side of the building.
“Oh, right.” The homeless man shuffled across the lawn toward the back door.
Presumably the man at the door recognized the other man from past lunches and could assume that was why he was there. But why couldn’t he have been there for both lunch and voting? Lunch was being served almost every time that I’ve voted there, and I’ve never considered the apparent lack of overlap between those who were there to eat and those were there to vote.
This weekend I ended up at a baseball game with Samantha, Cat, and Cat’s friend Sameer. The Mariners lost to the Red Sox 8-0. Reagan was president the last time I went to a Mariners game. They lost that game too. Am I bad luck or what?
Oil leaks and antifreeze spills from months or years of parked cars burn a low spot into the middle of a parking space at the Washington Mutual parking lot, and a sparrow sips day-old rainwater from a shallow puddle that’s formed there.
The miniature replica of George W. Bush’s cowboy hat is in the mail, on its way to its new owner. The final bidder paid $26, and that was immediately donated to MoveOn.org. Thank you to everyone who bid. I hope to see Bush wearing that cowboy hat again soon… when he rides into the sunset on Inauguration Day.