How the Lovely Have Fallen

Fallen Princesses  is a photo essay by Dina Goldstein that captured my attention today.

Put simply, I adore it.

These works place Fairy Tale characters in modern day scenarios. In all of the images the Princess is placed in an environment that articulates her conflict. The '...happily ever after' is replaced with a realistic outcome and addresses current issues.

The project was inspired by my observation of three-year-old girls, who were developing an interest in Disney's Fairy tales. As a new mother I have been able to get a close up look at the phenomenon of young girls fascinated with Princesses and their desire to dress up like them.

First spotted on yesterday's Geekologie blog.

Cassette Tape Wallets!

Wants it!

These cassette tape wallets from designboom are wallets made out of old cassette tapes. Pretty clever, but they cost $43. 

from today's Geekologie Blog

Don't Care What Chuck Wore? You Should.

The What Chuck Wore Tumblr is clever and features pictures of Ed Westwick.

What, you want sprinkles, too?

Just go.  Go.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, poor man’s Waldorf.  Have you noticed that my suit jacket is covered in sequins?  How could you not?  Waldorf 1.0, it seems that you’re somewhat perturbed by the whole situation.  Maybe you’re just trying to process the awesomeness of the jacket.  Do I dazzle you, Waldorf?  Do I?”

Courtesy of Patti.

SWINTON.

Am I the only one who's obsessed with GFY's love/hate for Tilda Swinton??

Geeks with Edge

This is what happens when nerds get inked:

Science Tattoo Emporium

"Leave the atoms and come to the earth."

"My favorite thing from my undergrad classes has been learning about quantum mechanics."

From the Discover Blog.

How to Be a Bat

How To Be A Bat [Life in Motion]

This is too cool.  Watch videos of bats (even VAMPIRE BATS!) doing all kinds of cool stuff like flying and...running.  No, really.  Watch 'em.

Bat on flower from Carl Zimmer on Vimeo.

From the Discover Blog.

Swine Flu, Schmine Flu

The Porkgasm
Bacon strips, bacon sausage, ham sausage, ham slices, smoked pork sausage and roasted pork belly surrounded by ground sausage shaped into a pig, wrapped in bacon and roasted. Garnished with chili ears and tail.

If THIS doesn't get people eating pork again, I don't know WHAT will!

Aw, look at the twee hipsters!

Lauren actually found the Look At This Fucking Hipster tumblr, but she's like waaaay tooooo busy to post her findings on this blog that is 1/4 hers.

So I'm sharing it.

Bwahahahahaa.

“There better be some torn leggings, bruised thighs, and tattered cowboy boots under that blanket, or we are out of here.”

Bai Ling interviews read like transcripts from Insanityland

The San Francisco Chronicle recently had the balls to ask Bai Ling five entire questions.

The answers are made of sweet, sweet crazy (check it out here).

Q: What are these "Band-Aids of Truth" you wear on your legs?

A: I have a little spirit (who talks to me); she's crazy, extreme and she has her own little world and does whatever she wants to do, a show-off. I use the Band-Aids and I write messages. I just write things so unique, and you know when you have a scar you can't hide it, so I make kind of a trend. I was filming a movie with Ben Affleck and Rebecca Romijn ("Man About Town"). We were fighting - like a girl fight on the floor - and I scratched myself here (pointing to her knee), so I went to this event and I put a Band-Aid on. It was so ugly, so I cut Brad Pitt's head here and the other side was Quentin Tarantino.

I must MUST have her book, Nipples (yes, really), when it emerges!

Let's make this happen.

There is also an amazing Movieline interview for us here.

Q: What kind of movies would you like to make if you could have your choice?

A: I deserve so much more than the roles I get offered now. I’m one of the best actresses. One day I will win an Oscar. I’m already winning it. I just have to find the platform to show it. I’m already winning it! I’ve got that talent.

And thanks to the GFY gals for alerting me to these wondermous chattings.

I don't super-care about Mel, but this picture just came outta nowhere

from The Superficial today:

Mel Gibson's wife wants a divorce

"She divorced the guy who made The Passion of the Christ on Good Friday? I hope she learned the secret of his seven herbs and spices because he's definitely not telling her now. The Colonel holds no quarter for blasphemers!"

Har har.

Happy Egg Salad Monday, everyone.

It's an excellent example of going down with the ship.

I can just envision a group of people huddled around the alarm, building aflame around them, arguing over who has to pull it, thus alerting everyone else in the building and forfeiting his/her life.

I mean, really.

Some things...really.

Choose your next words carefully

SICK.

TRUTH.

This is what I keep telling you fools.

I DON'T CARE what some girl from my sixth-grade class is doing every second of every day, and I REFUSE to believe that she cares about my life!

I am hostile toward Twitter.

My mom's on Facebook.

I feel I know too much already.

Pictures of Chicago as I've never seen her

This brand new photoblog is rockin' my socks this morning.

Check out The Windy Pixel.

Photo by Mike Boehmer 

Even if you're doing something else.

Photo by Justin Kern

Cassette Tape Art

Found this on Geekologie today.

These artists use old cassette tapes as media.

Bitchin'.

Ghost in the Machine: gallery here

Brian Dettmer: article here

Today is an Ike Turner day

It's gorgeous and sunny and warm(ish) outside, and I know yesterday I was wearing my down coat and everything, but 

YOU DON'T KNOW CHICACO LIKE I DO!

I LOVE HIM!!

(kudos to IL Airship)

Who Didn't See THIS Coming?

That bitch always was lean, mean, and loony-tunes.

And now Kenley from PR5  

is behind bars!!

She, um, threw a cat at her ex-fiancé.

Uncles Tom and Lorenzo laid it all out for us on Project Rungay today, via TMZ.

Flippin' Fantastic!

I'm sure she's going to blame this on growing up on a tugboat.

Well Phrased, You

I don't know who wrote this.

I found it after I clicked through a handful of blogs, linking blogroll-to-blogroll, Choose Your Own Adventure!-style.

Fauxhawk and I are going to his cousin's wedding in a few weeks, and I'd like to say, for the record, that it is extremely inconsiderate of his relatives to plan a wedding during the Uglies. For those of you who live in California, Florida or any of the warm countries, the Uglies consist of the second half of December, all of January, February, and March and most of April, when office workers from the Northeastern United States transform into pale, disgruntled, elephantine creatures...So you see, if Fauxhawk's family had chosen to celebrate their nuptials in July, or even September, I might have had a fighting chance. I might have had something cute to wear. Instead, I will have to fashion some sort of tarp around my naked form and be vigilant about revealing back fat. 

And I like the featured jewelry.

Read the whole post here.

Anyway, it's amazingly well-put.

True-ché, Persephone. True-ché.

from the gofug gals...

HOW DID THEY KNOW THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I PLAYED BARBIES?!

HOLY CRAP!

"When I was a little girl, my grandmother had these pillows in her bedroom that I was OBSESSED with. They were peach, and they were covered in lace, with lace trim. They were VERY feminine and therefore made perfect staging areas on which my Barbies could try and strangle each other -- my Barbies led very dramatic, soap-operatic lives, which is to be expected when there are twenty women fighting over two men, one of whom was ostensibly married ... And so this peachy, lacy dress of Claire Danes brings me back to a happy time in my life. A time when I spent hours throwing dolls off the edge of my bed, getting them addicted to pain killers, and dreaming up complex love quandrangles for them (my mother used to let me watch All My Children with her during the summer and apparently, I was paying attention). But while I got great joy out of my Barbie funerals, and the shenanigans that led to them, just so you know, I would never actually want to DRESS LIKE ONE."

So, when I was a wee lil' Ashley, my nap time was after Young and the Restless (even though I would try to catch the first few minutes of Bold and the Beautiful) and I woke up and came downstairs just as the General Hospital theme song played. (GH would continue to be one of fave soaps for years to come.) When my Grandma babysat me, I would also get a dose of Days of our Lives.
Also, whenever I sat down to play Barbies, I would begin with, "Last time I played Barbies..." and would do a quick re-cap of the events of last playtime in order to progress the storyline.
I'm sure this explains a lot about my psyche.

Guilty.

Stuff White People Like

#121 Funny or Ironic Tattoos

An ironic/funny tat can come in many forms: a piece of bacon, old Nintendo characters, mustaches on the inside of their finger, or Asian Characters that say something funny and self-aware like “dim sum,”"chicken fried rice,” or “I can’t read Chinese.”

The Chinese or Japanese character is an interesting case study about the dangers of getting a tattoo with a personal meaning. You see, about fifteen years ago these were considered to be acceptable. Then the wrong kind of white people started getting sentences like “trust no one” or words like “beauty,” “truth,” or “endurance.”  To make a more modern analogy, it would be like The Arcade Fire being featured on a Jock Jams CD.

White people learned their lesson.

 I think mine falls under "heritage," which is WRONG.

But I know someone who wants a Nintendo character, so I guess I'm at least hanging out with the RIGHT kind of white folk.

I have found him--my dream date

Date Wrecks posted this little gem a few months ago, but I've only just stumbled upon him.

Aussie Rick!

Line up, ladies, line up.

Please read the entire thing, and peruse the photos.  

The last caption is the BEST of the bunch, so don't get lazy.