Twitter Log: 2010-02-09
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His posters graced my bedroom walls for years. They are the artwork of Syd Brak. Now that I have entire rooms ready for wall hangings, I have brought them out of storage. These two are in the exercise room.
This one is named Lost Love. I loved this poster because of her eye shadow. I recreated that look almost every weekend for my visits to The Ritz. Thank you, Mr. Brak, for making me feel a little cooler than I could have ever felt on my own.
This poster is named ElectriKiss. I liked it because her hair was pink AND blue. It was impossible for me to dye my hair those colors back then because in 1986, hair dye just wasn’t as good as it is today. I used to wish that I could have cool hair like hers.
I have two more posters, but they are still in storage right now. As soon as I hang them, I’ll add them here. They were Forget Me Not (which is NOWHERE to be found on the web) and Long Distance Kiss.
I never bought Wired for Sound, but I considered it for a LONG time. I just didn’t have the wall space in my teenage bedroom to hold more than four posters.
Mike hates these posters and considers them cheap rip-offs of Patrick Nagel’s work.
I can understand the similarity, but I enjoyed Brak’s work much more. I think I liked it better because it was an illustration, but it was so realistic. It was my first exposure to Hyper-Realism and I loved to find little details in the drawings, such as the reflection of the window in the eyes on Lost Love.
You can buy some Syd Brak prints online:
When I went to Westminster College, these posters were all over the halls, advertising a showing of Randall Lake’s work at the Rio Grande. I stole this one off the wall and kept it for my own. It’s called Rococo Punk.
The funny thing is, that you can buy this poster even now, after twenty-two years.
I would love to know where the original Rococo Punk is. Was it bought by a private collector? Does it hang in a museum or collection somewhere? I wish I could see the original painting.
I looked at this poster so often during my young adult years that I feel like I have a personal relationship that punk in the painting. I’m sure he was a real person. Where is he today? Is he an aging punk? Did he cave and become a lawyer after Heroin Bob died? Was he just a poseur in the end?
Written on the back of my poster is the name of the person to whom it was supposed to go after the exhibit, but I didn’t wait that long. I stole it off the wall before she ever got a chance to claim it. I never really felt guilty for stealing it because it was a poster of a punk rocker and stealing a poster off a wall is more punk than putting your name on a list and waiting until your appointed time to take it.
I finally have enough wall space in the new house that I can display it again with pride. I’m not that punk rock girl anymore. I’m more of a punk in disguise…
Nope, not even that. I was just a poseur all along…
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Six years ago, I talked about KCGL and how important it was to me. You can read it here:
Nothing that we could do could stop KCGL from changing their format. It wouldn’t have been that big of a difference except that there were no other alternative or new wave stations on the radio at that time. Suddenly, we went from 24 hours a day down to one or two hours a week on public radio. After a couple of months, I was desperate for new music.
What I didn’t tell you was about this poster.
I loved KCGL and I loved this poster even more. I looked at those guys on the scooters and tried to recognize them. I used to imagine that it was Soren Winslow on the left in the blue suit. The drawing on the upper left reminded me of the Ritz and I used to look at it, wishing for the weekend to come sooner.
I didn’t get this poster until after KCGL died, so it felt very special and precious to me. I’ve kept it safe for a quarter of a century and now it hangs in my office with love.
NakedJen tagged me to do one of these things. I usually don’t, but it was a good way to avoid really working, so I wrote it up.
Can you fill this out without lying? You’ve been tagged, so now you need to answer all the questions HONESTLY.
What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Diet Coke
Where was your profile picture taken? In the dining room of the Lake Street house… kind of miss that place.
Can you play Guitar Hero/Rock Band? Oh baby, yes I can! As long as you don’t make me play on any harder than Medium.
Name someone who made you laugh today? Garret Tan. He posted a funny Doritos commercial.
How late did you stay up last night and why? I went to bed at 10pm because I had to get up and be at BetaLoft early the next morning.
If you could move somewhere else, would you? Yes, I’d move to San Diego for the weather and the friends.
Ever been kissed under fireworks? Yes. Mike and I were watching the Disney 50th Anniversary fireworks and we kissed under the fake snowflakes.
Which of your friends lives closest to you? Penny Egbert Bivens
Do you believe exes can be friends? Nope. Too much baggage. Best to just move on.
How do you feel about Dr.Pepper? I like it, but not as much as Diet Mountain Dew.
When was the last time you cried really hard? When Carol died last year.
Who took your profile picture? My iMac.
Who was the last person you took a picture of? Kristen
Was yesterday better than today? No. Every day just keeps getting better.
Can you live a day without TV? I don’t know. I’ve never tried. Watching shows on my iPhone counts as TV, right?
Are you upset about anything? Yes, but I’m trying my best not to be.
Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? ALWAYS!
Are you a bad influence? ABSOLUTELY NOT! I’m the GOOD influence, kinda like Glinda without the fluffy dress, although, I’d love to wear that dress…
Night out or night in? Night out. I work in, so I ALWAYS want a night out.
What items could you not go without during the day? My iPhone, caffeine and food… oh yeah, and air! I really likes me some air.
Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? Carol
What does the last text message in your inbox say? Yes, just a minute.
How do you feel about your life right now? I am pretty lucky and happy.
Do you hate someone? Hate? That’s kind of a strong word. I AVOID some people because they really can’t be good friends to me, but I wouldn’t say I HATE them.
If we were to look in your facebook inbox, what would we find? Tons of messages that I never delete. The latest is from Stacey saying that she’ll come to my house for dinner.
Could you pass a drug test right now. Easily… just let me drink this gallon of water first, okay?
Has anyone ever called you perfect before? I don’t think so.
What song is stuck in your head? The theme song to The Dollhouse… la, la, la, laaaa, la, la, la, la, laaaa
Someone knocks on your door at 2:00am, who do you want it to be? No one! Don’t be knockin’ on my door at 2am unless it’s an emergency!
Wanna have grandchildren by the time you’re 50? Not possible.
Name something you have to do tomorrow? Write, write, write.
Do you think too much or too little? Too much when I’m alone. Too little when I’m with other people.
Do you smile a lot? Yes!
Do you think that the people you are tagging are going to answer honestly? I’m not tagging anyone. This stops here.
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When I was in third grade, Academy Park had a gift fair. It was right before Christmas and we were allowed to bring money to buy gifts for our family members. I don’t know if schools still do that, but it’s a really good thing, in my opinion, because as a kid I wasn’t allowed to shop that often, so buying a present for someone was difficult.
We were Jehovah’s Witness, so I wasn’t allowed to celebrate Christmas, but that didn’t stop me from buying presents for everyone at that fair. I bought this for my grandma.
It stands only two inches high and it’s a pencil sharpener. That little drawer opens up to empty out the pencil shavings. My grandma was an antiques dealer, so I had seen the coffee grinders that she owned and loved. I thought that she would like this because it looked like an antique.
Because we didn’t celebrate Christmas, I gave her the pencil sharpening coffee grinder the next day. She took one look at it and said that she didn’t like it. She gave it back to me. I tried to explain to her that it looked like an antique and she liked antiques, but she was certain that I bought it because I wanted it myself, so she insisted that I take it back.
I didn’t want it myself. I really thought she would like it.
I found it last week with all of my Barbies. It kind of lived in all of my Barbie houses that I created over the years until it was finally shoved with all the clothes and furniture in the doll box. It kind of served as a doll-sized representation of my grandmother’s antiques. Seeing it again after so many years made me incredibly sad at the rejected gift. I put it in the china cabinet with her crystal and Depression glass.
On another note, DUCKZBUNNY Blog has the collection of pencil sharpeners that this came from. They are photographed beautifully.
And you can buy the ENTIRE set here:
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When I was in high school, every girl who was even close to cool had an Esprit Bag. I found mine in the pile of purses when we moved last July. After a good washing and ironing, it almost looks presentable.
This bag cost me $25 of hard earned K-Mart money and I bought it at Nordstroms. I think that might be the only thing I’ve ever bought at Nordstroms.
I felt so cool when I carried around this bag, but it really wasn’t a good bag for me. I always do better with purses that zip because then nothing falls out when I’m clumsy. Even though it wasn’t the best for me, I still proudly carried my books in that bag. I always made sure that the Esprit logo on the useless pocket was facing out so that everyone could see that it was an ESPRIT bag, not just some stupid canvas bag.
Now, I have tons of canvas bags that I use at the grocery store, but the Esprit bag is kept hidden safely away from them. It’s still special to me, even after all these years.
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I was looking at the 1980 Sear’s Christmas Catalog on the Wishbook Flickr page when I found this toy set from Hasbro on page 548:
Here is the description:
Fresh ‘n Fancy Cosmetic Set by Hasbro
Create and explore the glamorous you! Everything you need to make lip gloss, eye shadow, cheek blush, nail polish, perfume. All ingredients are non-irritating, non-staining and non-toxic… they wash off with soap and water.
SET INCLUDES: Mirror, mixing tray, mixing container, beaker, funnel, gloss pots, tools, bottles for perfume and nail polish, instructions, folder of good grooming tips, labels, small decorative packages, jars, assorted ingredients.
$16.99
This little cosmetic set is probably the reason that I love makeup even today. Despite my feminism, I have clung to the daily ritual of makeup, mostly because it feels like a little bit of creativity that I can do every morning. I’ve talked about it here before:
My mom was always so good about choosing toys that fostered creativity. I was able to mix scents to create my own perfume. I could mix colors to create a nail polish. I could create lip gloss that came in a color that no one else could have. I absolutely LOVED this toy and used up all the ingredients long before I used up the lip glosses, fingernail polishes and perfumes that I created with it.
If I remember correctly, the fingernail polish wasn’t like “real” fingernail polish. It created a plastic coating on my fingernails that could be pulled off in one piece. I didn’t need fingernail polish remover, I just needed to pull it off. Of course, because it wasn’t like grownup fingernail polish, I hated it instantly, but it didn’t matter because there were only two fingernail polish bottles, so it wasn’t the main part of this toy.
My FAVORITE was the perfume. I could create a perfume that smelled like roses, gardenia or lavender, but that wasn’t really exciting to me. I liked mixing the scents to try to create one of my own. I remember making a scent that I absolutely loved and when it was all used up, I couldn’t remember how I made it. It was a very important lesson on keeping good notes. Even today, I take the time to document every art project, fix it job or “hack,” so I can recreate it and write about it here. That was a habit that Fresh ‘n Fancy taught me at the tender age of eleven.
I guess I should send my mom an email thanking her for the AWESOME Christmas present, even though the gratitude is thirty years old.
When I found the Barbie Country Camper at Thrift Town, I also found this Barbie Country Living Home. It is truly a genius design.
It opens up to reveal a three room house, all in a portable case.
The back is made to look like the outside of the home.
Barbie looks right at home in the colorful house.
If eBay is to be believed, this home came with furniture: a white couch, a white chair, a white coffee table, an orange kitchen table, two orange kitchen chairs and a green bed.

The home I found was broken and couldn’t be carried by its handle, but I think I’ve fixed it with some very powerful Gorilla Glue. It should provide years of play for my nieces and any other little girls who visit my house.
You can see the rest of the photos here:
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This wave of Barbie nostalgia was started with a visit to Thrift Town. I was happily browsing when I found this Barbie Country Camper.
I owned a Barbie Star Traveler when I was a kid, but my friend, Kirstie Salamanikas, had a Barbie Country Camper just like this one. My Barbie is happy to rest here, don’t you think?
Kirstie’s camper didn’t have this awkward orange plastic thing on the side. It just opened up there. I suspect it had been removed after a fatal tear like this one has. I think it’s supposed to be a tent of some sort or maybe a sleeping area.
You can see all the photos for the Barbie Country Camper here:
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I couldn’t believe my luck when I found the complete outfit for Western Barbie. While I was looking for boots and outfits for the Charlie’s Angels Dolls, I found Western Barbie naked and perpetually winking at me.
Her right eye used to wink when I would push a button on her back. Now, I have to physically open her eye to make her look normal. Within a minute or two, it slowly sinks back down.
I found her cowboy hat first. I placed it on her head, but it looked strange to see her naked except for a cowboy hat. When I found her outfit, I laughed out loud and immediately dressed her.
I found her boots last. One boot was stashed in a bandaid box (made out of tin, remember those?) and the other was free floating with the clothing. I love how they have her name embossed on them.
Western Barbie came out right around the time Barbara Mandrell and Dolly Parton were really popular. If I remember correctly, she didn’t come with a guitar or a microphone. She came with a bunch of photos of her and a tiny Barbie stamper so she could autograph pictures of herself. I remember playing with her and making her wink at all the other Barbies and Kens watching her perform.
That same year, Stacey got Kissing Barbie. She came with lipstick and could kiss Ken or envelopes, leaving lip prints. I wonder if Stacey’s doll still kisses. Poor Western Barbie lives in a perpetual wink.
Poor Jaclyn Smith. Her hair has been brushed so many times that it is a matted mess.
I loved Charlie’s Angels when I was a kid, so of course, I had all three dolls. When I was rummaging through my Barbies, I found Jaclyn in this hand sewn outfit that I had made for her. It was difficult to find clothes in the stores for the Charlie’s Angels Dolls when I was a kid and Barbie’s clothes didn’t fit her, so she ended up in my wretched designs.
Fortunately, I found her correct outfit along with her partners in dectective-ness.
Here is a closeup of their faces.
I found some other outfits for them. Here they are in some catsuits and a fluffy number that sheds white feathers everywhere.
Here is a closeup of Jaclyn Smith.
Here is a closeup of Cheryl Ladd.
Here is a closeup of Kate Jackson. She was my favorite Angel, as you can see by the haircut I’ve given her.
Their scarves are long gone, but they still look pretty good.
Stacey and I played with these dolls so much. Technically, I think the Cheryl Ladd doll is hers, but I’m glad she ended up with my toys because she didn’t get separated from the other Angels.
I spent a few hours yesterday just going through the Barbies and their clothes in order to find all of the correct outfits for these Charlie’s Angels Dolls. Finding the boots was the hardest. As I dressed the naked dolls, it reminded me of all those times from my childhood struggling to pull the clothes over their legs and arms. I’m much more dexterous now and dressing the dolls is easier. I wonder if playing with Barbies is why I was so good with fine motor skills as an adult. Considering all the little buttons, snaps and ties, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Over a month ago, I was browsing through the Flickr Set for the 1979 Sears Catalog. I was surprised when I came to this page:
On page 526, there was my Barbie Bedroom Case that was stored in my closet. Here is a closeup of the catalog listing:

It made me so happy to see it. After a month, I finally pulled out my toys from the closet so I could photograph it properly. Here it is:
The catalog doesn’t show it in this position. The whole thing folds up pretty flat.
When you unsnap the latch, the bedroom furniture folds down and you have an instant play house.
Here is what it looks with Barbie sitting on one of the beds.
Here is Barbie and her home from another angle.
That outfit was sewn by me when I was just ten years old. The stitches look so clumsy to me now, but at the same time, I’m really proud of my design abilities back then.
I absolutely loved this doll case because I could take it with me to a friend’s house and we would instantly have a “house” to play with. It was a great toy and it has lasted FORTY years without breaking or even showing a lot of wear. God, I loved this toy!
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It happened just a few minutes ago. I heard the sound of a bag rustling upstairs. I had just spent the last half hour chasing Elvis away from every form of plastic in the house, going so far as to actually CLEAN up and remove any bits of plastic bag, plastic bubble wrap or plastic wrapping that was lying around because my stupid cat had decided that it was the day to eat plastic.
I rolled my eyes and considered leaving my reading and comfy couch to further stop this obsession. I listened carefully and determined that it didn’t sound like the furtive, chomp, chomp, chomp of Elvis’ plastic eating. It sounded like he was just playing with a plastic bag instead. Laziness overtook me and I went back to my reading, but the noise continued.
Then the noise moved. The sound of a plastic bag moved from a distant irritation to an approaching ruckus. I could hear it advancing from the bedroom to the staircase at an increasing speed. I put down my reading and got off the couch to investigate, but before I could get up even one stair, the crinkling was halfway down the stairs.
In a streak of white and gray fur, Elvis ran past me toward the kitchen, but the fluffy sound of the plastic bag was still coming at me from the staircase. In a panic, Maggie and the plastic bag rushed past me, following Elvis. She wasn’t chasing him, so much as she was chased by the bag wrapped around her neck. Rather than follow Elvis into the kitchen, she ran like a cheetah away from the noisy monster attached to her body. I laughed at her skittish attempt to escape the crinkle monster that she had unwittingly climbed through.
She rushed up the stairs, plastic bag in tow as I tried to grab her. I laughed again and followed to the bedroom level. Mike called from the top of the stairs, “I’m sure that was hilarious, but it just woke me up…” His groggy voice told me that he wasn’t fully awake. “You tied a bag to the cat?!” I finished climbing and rushed to defend myself, “I didn’t do it.” I was still laughing, trying to find where Maggie had hidden.
I followed Mike’s dazed gaze to my comfy chair in my office. I looked under the chair and there was a shell-shocked Maggie with the bag still around her neck. Her excited run had torn it to shreds, but it still hung strong around her neck. She cowered away from me as I reached under the chair. I grabbed the handle of the bag and removed it from her neck, trying my best to control my laughter.
It was the plastic bag that had brought home my boots from the store. I had removed the boots, wore them, deemed them completely unusable for winter snow and abandoned them, all without ever throwing away the bag on my bedroom floor. Maggie must have crawled in it, had a bout of play with Elvis and tried to escape through the handle instead of the proper opening. I could envision the entire event and I laughed.
I put my sleep-deprived husband back to bed and sat down at the computer keyboard. “I’ll just have to remember this,” I told myself.
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Can we just have a moment of quiet contemplative thought for Lady Gaga?
No? You’re not ready to bow your head in thanks for her yet? Watch this:
Still not convinced? How about this?
Here was a performance from last year. She was rockin’ the stage with live performances when everyone else thought she was just another auto-tune babe.
Not since Pete Burns of Dead or Alive have there been such a fashion diva as Lady Gaga. She even gives Glam David Bowie a run for his money. This is what she wore on ONE night.
While that video seems to make fun of her, the rest of us are loving her!
Can I have that moment now? No? How about some articulate interviews?
How about how she views Pop Music and how it differs from others’ views of it.
Here, she deals with the ever-irritating Kathy Lee Gifford.
How about dealing with the rumors that she is man? She gracefully explains Poker Face’ “bluffin’ with my muffin” line.
Or her heartbreaking story behind Speechless?
I found out about Lady Gaga a little late in the game (about May of last year), but I have been so grateful for her last two albums. Thank you, Lady Gaga! You’re AWESOME!
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I found this on Flickr a couple of weeks ago.
It was a toy that my mom bought for me when I was in sixth grade. It was called Fashion Art Center and I played the HECK out of it. I used up all the paint (did anyone else use up all the watercolor paint, ever?). The markers ran dry and all that was left were the stubs of the colored pencils in the end.
The only problem that I had was the patterns that you could outline didn’t have tabs on them so that the clothes would stay on the dolls like proper paper doll clothing should. I learned how to add my own tabs soon enough, but my twelve year old brain just couldn’t comprehend an adult making a toy without including the paper clothing tabs.
I have no idea what happened to that toy, but I got MUCH more out of it than the ten bucks my mom spent.
A couple of weeks ago, PostSecret had this card and it sounded so familiar.
It reads:
I work in a photo lab…
and sometimes I can’t bear seeing the photos that have been left behind & not take them home where they can be appreciated.
This is EXACTLY how I felt when I worked at the service desk at K-Mart so long ago. I wrote about it back in 2003:
At that time, K-mart would let you get a refund for whatever pictures you didn’t like, no questions asked. Not very many people would refund their pictures, but a few people took advantage of this program. As the recipient of these poor, rejected pictures, I always felt a sadness for them. Since we were instructed to just throw the pictures away, I would take my favorites of the discarded home.
Back then, I didn’t really have the capabilities to add photos to my blog posts, but now, I can show you the photos I was talking about. Click on the photos to embiggen.
Back In ‘Nam You Wouldn’ta Done Dis To Me
The Forest
These were the two abandoned photographs that I was brazen enough to take home with me. They were just too beautiful to throw away. I understand you, Our Lady of Orphan Photos. I felt the same…
PostSecret’s beneficiary is the National Hopeline Network. It is a 24-hour hotline (1 (800) SUICIDE) for anyone who is thinking about suicide or knows someone who is considering it.
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Dear bunghole taggers,
Your initials are not interesting enough to deem worthy to block the bus schedule.
You give graffiti a bad name and there is a special hell for you.
I hope you enjoy it.
Sincerely,
LSM
P.S. I was really cold waiting for the bus when I wrote this. Don’t you have something better to do than make my life even MORE difficult?!
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