I've finally managed to cross something off my to-do list that has been there for months. and it was so easy. do you do that too, put off something that only takes 5 minutes and really feels good when you complete it? why do I deny myself that satisfaction? anyway. . .
I'm not blogging about personal stuff too often anymore, but I've just created a simple blog for the business, lauren haupt jewelry. please do stop by here if you're at all curious what's going on with that end of things.

thanks so much, I look forward to seeing you here, there, and at your place in the internet world!

emailing someone you love a poem. the best kind of sharing.

The Mysterious Human Heart

The produce in New York is really just produce, oranges
and cabbage, celery and beets, pomegranates
with their hundred seeds, carrots and honey,
walnuts and thirteen varieties of apples.
On Monday morning I will walk down
to the market with my heart inside me, mysterious,
something I will never get to hold
in my hands, something I will never understand.
Not like the apricots and potatoes, the albino
asparagus wrapped in damp paper towels, their tips
like the spark of a match, the bunches of daisies, almost more
a weed than a flower, the clementine,
the sausage links and chicken hung
in the window, facing the street where my heart is president
of the Association for Random Desire, a series
of complex yeas and nays,
where I pick up the plantain, the ginger root, the sprig
of cilantro that makes me human, makes me
a citizen with the right to vote, to bear arms, the right
to assemble and fall in love.

—Matthew Dickman
from a published collection, All American Poem.

I miss you.

I do.

it sort of creeps up on me like a friend you don't talk to anymore for no real reason. I keep seeing and hearing and doing things that I want to share and I turn to express them and no one is there. like the amazing david byrne concert I went to. or the fight at the rangers game. or getting to see loads of rob ryan's work in his nyc pop up shop, ryantown. just so many things.
the following photos are in no way the most significant of occurances in my life, but are certainly so much fun they convinced me I needed to share with an old friend. all can be found (and more!) at badpaintingsofbarackobama.com.

yes, I'm pretty sure that's a taco on his head and underpants in his hand. can someone please explain the symbolism to me? I think the last two speak for themselves. I know.

PSA

I'm leaving you with with a PSA from The Midwest Visual Agency.
It seems I need to take a little blogging break. I feel like my heart just isn't in it right now. I do not feel posting little filler images and blurbs sans heartfelt comment is fair to any readers, myself or the internet. I'll definitely still be a internet presence and this self-declared break might even be motivating but until then I'll be figuring things out and making them work for me. I love this little corner of the internet and I'm grateful to you for having me.

Cooper-Hewitt

I had been meaning to go to the Cooper-Hewitt, National Design Museum for a bit now but it wasn't until I spotted a quick post for the current exhibit in CMYK that I got myself there. First of all, look at the gorgeous entryway right off of central park:


From the exhibit I went to see, Wall Stories: Children's Wallpaper and Books, all available to view from the website's image gallery.

I've been bitten by the bug, and it looked like cupid.

Irene Suchocki

IvivaEmbroiders

I need this above my desk.

"you'd have to be crazy to work here." from Curse of the Multiples

oh hello

I'm coming to see you tonight, Andrew Bird. I think it will be lots of fun.

Update: It WAS LOTS OF FUN. Basically, amazing. I know I may say that too much for it to matter anymore, but seriously, one of my favorite live music experiences ever.

new favorite

in love with the rings/style/shape/form/contrast/execution from iosselliani