Ever gorgeous desert light. Blooming cacti. Decades of slow growing yucca fibers, saving their energy for large, rustling blooms. Hot, silent, flickering lizards. Long shadows, quick sunsets. 

Opening day of the Mission Community Market // Mission Mercado 2012!

Check out this weekly market on Thursdays from 4-8 PM on 22nd and Valencia Streets in San Francisco.  A “livable streets” collabo project, the market actually temporarily closes down a small side street with music, food, veggies, and community! Come on down next week for a freshly made pupusa or some kettle corn, local olive oil, locally crafted jewelry and clothing, and a different live music act each week. I might be there volunteering or taking photos! Check out the rest of the photoset here.

Olafur Arnalds – Check out some great minimalist classical soundscapes

Photo by Flickr user “ScaryDan” – from the Olafur Arnalds Flickr Pool art project!

Check out Olafur’s work (you can also download some of his songs here for free to check it out). Love the minimalist, airy feel and classical tunes with a modern sensibility. Because he is Icelandic, I obviously picture listening to this sitting at a rickety pine table in a whitewashed pine farmhouse, looking out the midwinter landscape with a wash of frozen trees. You will too, when you listen to it. This young guy is really talented, I can’t imagine where and when you find the inner peace to come up with and compose this type of work. I am not even allowed to HAVE a piano in my apartment (specifically stated on the lease!)

OOOH haven’t you always wanted to look in an old suitcase?

John Crispin’s photography of these old suitcases from the attic of an asylum that was closed in the 1960s (though much of the contents appear quite a bit older than the 60’s) is really fascinating. Though most of these items must have appeared quite prosaic when they were stored away in the attics – never, apparently, to be reunited with their owners – they are now really interesting to look into. Just as my toothpaste, underwear, journal, headache medicine and ipod wouldn’t give my contemporaries much to look at, at some point in the future, people would perhaps marvel at the uncomfortable stretch lace on my underwear, the illegal drugs embedded in my toothpaste, and the clunky retro look of my music player. I also love that they are real suitcases. I’ve often wondered how people ever packed in them, even though I love the hard-sided avocado, vermillion and slate blue vintage suitcases I’ve seen, especially with their satiny linings and pockets. I suppose it means people really didn’t have as many coats, shoes, handbags, and toiletries as today, since it seems all you could really fit would be a few changes of underwear and a couple shirts. I suppose my pride at never needing more than a carryon-sized suitcase for even trips of several weeks would seem misplaced in an earlier era. Though I also would have been considered a scandalous hussy for wearing bare legs with dresses and going out in public in leggings (gasp). In any case, check out this unique historical memento set – a bit sad, considering the circumstances. Perhaps some family members might end up being reunited with a bit of their history that would have otherwise been scattered to the winds of garages, attics, goodwills and “upcycling”.

The best kind of Monday ever – the kind where you get to go back to sleep at 7:30 AM when you woke up at 6:00 AM, and you didn’t even get to work yet! That last sentence was a total joke, since I don’t think getting a bunch of aerosolized drugs crammed down your gullet counts as “sleep” in the traditional sense of the word, and you have to have a “job” in order to go to work. I’m about to go to bed so I can get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning and go get my foot sawed open at SFGH. I’m really looking forward to it. I’m going to ask them if they will give me the metal plate from my foot so I can make a horrible piece of mixed media art from it. If I put it on Etsy you’d probably buy it, right? Maybe I could use that to pay my medical bills! Done and done. Above is a high desert shot for you this fine July evening. The point is, I’d rather be there, smelling sagebrush and listening to mourning doves, than smelling hospital disinfectant and listening to scary clinking steel.