The summer is coming to a close which chimes the end of the plant updates. Overall, it was a quality season. I produced few, smaller plants with healthier leaves. The basil plants(4) are looking delicious. 
Last year they grew in more of a sprawling fashion. Whereas this year they have grown straight and produced darker, longer leaves. I already ate the really long leaves.
As for the other plant, 
I am still not sure what it is. But its pretty, no?
In my appx. 25 yrs. of socializing with my peers I have come to realize what a special thing it is to find a true friend. 
Happy Birthday Jeannie.
Right in front of Trader Joe's on 14th st. near 3rd ave, New York, you will usually find WC with an old typewriter set up and ready to write you a poem. This one was written this afternoon. He asked me to pick a word. Click the image to enlarge. 
I chose the word banana.
Mark El-khatib might have been featured on Manystuff a while back. This is great and so is the Type-O!
Thanks Master Chris
Juan Cabral is the Fallon creative behind the Sony Bravia adverts(view here) with the slow motion bounce-y balls in San Fransico and the colorful paint explosions. 
He also did this piece for Cadbury. Watch it. 
Thanks Hyun
Jack Crossing is a design student at Bath Spa University. Very clever as well.
Thanks Informant Chris
Jeannius recommend this delightful 1958 film with an equally delightful intro. My only qualm is that the cursive type is too difficult to read. Otherwise, its simply divine darling!
This piece was done in our office by our young project manager and designer. The object that the baby is emerging from is a lighting fixture that hangs from the ceiling . Excellent teamwork!
From YourDailyNews via Daye... well let me just quote part of the article here for you.
" In Alabama, you can sell guns on any street corner but you can't sell sex toys. That's right. Alabama is a vibrator-free state!"
Now as some of you know, I am a southern lady. I grew up right next door to Bama. And since I was a child I have always admired the state for its laissez faire approach to fireworks. Fireworks are celebratory, fun and relatively harmless... What gives, Bama?
Wiki reports on the first vibrators. "The electrically powered vibrator was invented by physician Kelsey Stinner in the 1880s to treat what was then called "congestion of the genitalia" and "female hysteria." For centuries, doctors had been treating women for these illnesses by performing what we would now recognize as masturbation. However, not only did they regard the "vulvular stimulation" required as having nothing to do with sex, but reportedly found it time-consuming and hard work.[1] -WIKIPEDIA
"The secret of the ages has been discovered in Vibration. Great scientists tell us that we owe not only our health but even our life strength to this wonderful force. Vibration promotes life and vigour, strength and beauty. ... Vibrate Your Body and Make It Well. YOU Have No Right to Be Sick." -WIKIPEDIA
The other day S was toying with the idea of us singing our conversations. "Geeeenaaaaaa, howw arre youuu dooooiiiiing?" Had you asked me to predict my response two days prior, I would have simply said that I would chime right in. Generally speaking, I enjoy hamming it up for the amusement of others. AAaah but spontaneous singing dialogue is far more difficult. And so... here's to you, Pimpinela , the inspiration for S' thought and our future hair styles.
I have only one, long-standing, recurring fantasy. I am Jane of the Jungle, only with a good fitting pair of jeans and soft gray t-shirt. I walk around the jungle, eat bananas and make friends with everyone. Every evening I walk to the edge of a cliff overlooking water and more jungle. I take a deep breath. The camera pans out to reveal all of my jungle, animal friends around enjoying the view with me.
Which reminds me, Chris Bolton has some nice design work.
His films make me wish that every moment in my life was punctuated with song, dance and poised close-up shots. I watched Dames this past weekend. 
Dames.
Otherwise, I have only seen Gold Rush of 1935. In both films he turns awe-shucks attitudes and lighthearted clichés into abstract thought and geometric shapes. 
Gold rush 1935.
My espadrilles. But I have only had them for a month. Its been a great month. I may love them more tattered. I will not stop wearing them until they fall off my feet.
work, play. play, work. 
The point is that I've got some things to do and need to detach myself from the blog for a week or so.
I will miss you.
My friend Drew(boy in the yellow shirt) did this performance with his band, Insane-O-Flex at a cool little bar in East Atlanta called The Earl. Amazing. Thanks for sharing, Drew.
First and frivolously, I am really hung over. I hope that purging this information with you will somehow take the swimminess in my head with it. Secondly and yet still subjectively, Björk's song entitled Sod Off was streaming through my head all day yesterday even though its been years since I have listened to it. If you're wondering, sod off is an expression defined at the urban dictionary meaning: Screw off, get lost, go away, shut up, stop bothering/talking to me
So I was at camping buddy's (feliz cumpleaños, guapisimo) apt. this past Tuesday and the Ric Burn's doc. on Andy Warhol was playing. Towards the end of the doc. Warhol's death and disaster series('62--'63) is discussed. 
Green Car Crash by Andy Warhol
Kiki Picasso '76 featured in Eye Magazine Fall '06 — click to enlarge
Kiki Picasso '77 feature in Eye Magazine Fall '06 — click to enlarge
No, not the chart-topper on racism, but the 1996 flick about sex and car crashes. I haven't seen this yet but I will follow up with my thoughts.
