U-Ram Choe, South Korean artist and dreamer…
The problem with February in the upper midwest, other than it being February in the upper midwest, is that after months of grey—excuse me—gray and white, you really miss color.
If you are feeling chromatically deficient too, here’s something to cheer you up: An artist who reproduces masterpieces using paint chips!
Hooray for creativity!
Brrrrrrr. I hate spiders.
But I love this!
This is the work of some artists who go by the noms de guerre Wild Life & Calder Greenwood.
The world needs a little whimsy now and then. Check out their site. It’ll be well worth your time.
My other favorite creation of theirs below the fold…
Listening to a talk by the director of the Iowa Young Writer’s Studio, and author of Irreplaceable, Steven Lovely, entitiled “Marathon Training for the Fiction Writer: Conditioning Your Body and Mind to Go the Distance,” I was struck by his definition of a writer:
You are a writer if you write with seriousness and intention.
LitFest ’14 was a success! Perfect weather, lots of people, and many books were sold. As usual at these things, I met some very interesting folks.
First was my table-mate, Jim Garner, from whom I learned lots about life as an author as well as a host of disturbing facts about the circus. Great guy, despite having graduated from that little school in SE Michigan. Check out his latest book featuring Rex Koko, Private Clown.
SW Michigan was well
represented too. Check out Allegan-native Sylvester Boyd’s book, The Road from Money. It’s the story of his aunt’s life growing up in the rural south in the early 20th century. Sylvester grew up on the south side of Chicago before moving to Michigan when he was fifteen. Now he’s back in the Windy City, writing, speaking, traveling, and loving life. The youngest looking seventy-one year old, I’ve ever met!
There was another notable artist on hand that I want to mention. His name is Lakey. He’s an itinerant artist and poet. A real free spirit. Visit his FB page here.
Just kidding..although it is on life support. Sorry for neglecting you, but life ya know?
So, whacha-been-got-goin’ on?
We’re right across from the Hotel Blake.
But there’s so much more to do than seeing my pretty face. There’s music, food, books, books-complete-with-authors, food, and food. S’posed to be beautiful this weekend too! LitFest runs through Sunday, so if you can’t make it tomorrow, you can visit after church.
In other news, the Chinese have taken over my spam bucket. Knock-off Fauxlex watches, “Mulberry” designer bags, Nikeee shoes, and lots of half-assed Google Translate gibberish. Do you suppose somewhere on a desert island in the South China Sea, there’s a penal colony where the prisoners are forced to spam all day before their evening beatings?
I like to think so.
Poet, author, civil rights leader, Dr. Maya Angelou is dead at age 86.
Caged no longer, fly free!
Bon voyage Dr. Angelou!
If you’ve been here before, you know I have bad taste. Music, clothes, hairstyle. It’s pretty evident.
But nowhere is my lack of refinement more apparent than in my love of cheesy, giant-rubber-monster movies. Give me Gamera vs. Gaos, and I’m a quivering, drooling, fan-boy.
When Cloverfield came out, I couldn’t wait to see it because here was an attempt to do a creature-feature with a straight face. I wasn’t disappointed. After I saw it, I had to see it again.
Well, that is after I finished throwing up from motion sickness. Despite its lack of a coherent script, rife with more plot holes than an episode of the Simpsons, and its stupid “realistic” cinematography, it still managed to check all of my monster boxes.