Whatchamacallit IV

Oh boys,

their lips

their forearms

their jawlines

their hips.



I feel like

surf-riding .

Bug Me

As a kid I used to love watching insects. Diligent ants walking their neat trails, firebugs who stick their backsides together in mating season, metallic-coloured dragonflies, jesus-like water striders, the list is endless. A few weeks in summertime the outside garbage can standing next to my granny's garden gate was alive with white fly maggots and those were some very fascinating observation-days. And although I did like all these tiny flying, crawling, scrambling, buzzing creatures, I wasn't reluctant to swat one in case it bugged me. In most cases that would apply to flies, ants, tiny beetles, wasps and mosquitos. If it happened to be outdoors, I would hold a funeral and make a little pebble-gravestone for the poor dear. When I moved to the big city in my teens, naturally, crawler encounters decreased. So whenever I was outside on the balcony or in the park, and a stinging (mind you) insect would approach me, I'd either act extremely fidgety or just run. Have you ever tried killing a horsefly with one stroke? It's about as effective as wanting to saw through a rock with a nail file. Then, after a few years of soul-searching and agreeing on the terms of the universe and everything, I started to really appreciate the different life forms, however tiny. So if a bug bugs me, it really doesn't know that it does and who am I to take it's life on a whim. It's very useful to know that, however superior you appear to yourself as a human, you don't have to take advantage of your size and just relax on your fellow we-all-belong-to-mother-nature insect friends. And if you do, you won't be irritated if something is flying up in your face. Just be cool, the wasp'll be too. And if it's getting too personal, just gently shoo it away. (Although somehow that doesn't seem to work with mosquitos...oh heck, leastwise something to advance.)

Tiny Etsian Feature: I

 

Apart from the fact that I'm deeply fond of anything watery, this shop is a delight. It's strenght definitely lies in the frequently updated jewelry collection, which looks just how anyone would imagine the shores and spirit of hawaii to be. Most materials such as coral, shells, urchins and seaweed, are collected on the beaches of Maui by Brooke, the maker and shopowner. They are then made into unhasty colourful little pieces that breathe water, sun and summer. The shop, established on Etsy in April 2012, also offers self-printed shirts with bright seaborne motives for beach-day purposes, (or temperatures exceeding 25°C, if you want to wear them away from the beach). Apart from the single items, the whole shop appearance is just fitting the theme with it's light colour palette pictures and fair-haired women wearing the pieces and the constant presence of the ocean and beaches. Be sure to check it out (with a click on the banner), Ahuiho!

Pictures in Boxes

I've had a virtual encounter with the wonderful Joe Decie today. Or anyway his artworks. He is awfully clever in putting everyday thoughts and events down on paper. The wonderful thing is how he doesn't exaggerate, he just points out how anything can be amusing already. Bittersweet sometimes. And the strips tend to be totally random, you don't know what awaits you after the next panel. Anyhow, I've been entertaining my work colleagues with sudden outbursts of laughter tonight.

Whatchamacallit III

In June

the Cat

was on a

June bug

diet.