For You, For You

Slap and Tickle

2010-09-20T11:20:00.000-07:00

for Huffa

2010-01-04T21:54:00.001-08:00

Montessori Model of Syntax Development on T-Shirt (i.e. first embroidery project).

v. 3.0

2009-12-19T21:49:00.000-08:00

photo by Jason Tang

Elf Photo Booth

2008-12-12T11:50:00.001-08:00

project 404

2007-12-23T12:47:00.000-08:00

I wanted to play the ukulele. I wanted to do something totally extravagant that had almost no purpose (that anyone else could see, at least). I probably just wanted to do something to keep myself occupied while I ignored the anxiety caused by this particular anniversary, but in any case...

We put together this hysterical thing. There were costumes and whole pigs and friends and family (and people I didn't know coming up to me weeks later and saying "man, I was at a party at your house!"). But mostly, when was the last time anyone really had fun at Christmas?

thanks again.

scheming

2007-06-21T17:48:00.001-07:00

/new signature tags...

a few firsts

2007-03-25T21:25:00.000-07:00

First commission:

(and first sign that I probably need some product photography training...)

First (attempt at a) (semi-)compensated (guerilla) marketing ([hedge]) stunt:

(click here for details.)

(well, ok, not that part, this part:)

And, of course, just, the first few designs:

sticky fingers

2007-02-19T17:14:00.000-08:00

Phillip and I can go years without talking. We don't; but we could. And if we did, I might not even notice, not because I don't need him when he's not there, but because he always is when I do.

Lately, though, I haven't noticed the lack of "real" time even as much as I used to, in part because he calls and e-mails frequently, though usually at four or five in the morning.

He's a bartender. He's quite good at it, actually. I put a call out for cocktail recipes for a pink-themed party, and he immediately responded with some excellent suggestions. And last time he visited he noticed—and then (to my shocked delight) managed to make use of—some of the strange things I keep around my kitchen.

(He also used to make me mix tapes with these beautiful covers...)

So I decided mail, at least, is better than e-mail (the other person having actually touched it). So I'm sending him ingredients.

The first is a jar of chocolate.

and then some blank postcards.

We'll see if he bites...

etched, electronically

2006-12-25T22:04:00.000-08:00

I love text messaging. It causes all kind of problems, miscommunications and misunderstandings. But it can also be beautiful. And it walks an interesting line between instant and indelible. I've gotten responses to text messages I don't remember sending ("Given up on you? Why would I do that?") and I've sent text messages that apparently never got where they were going (occasionally leaving me to wonder whether angels interfere with cell towers). But there are also text messages that are burned in my brain (or stored in my cell phone, on my computer, or in web-based instant-message chat histories).

2006 was, once again, heartbreak, family feuds, and friendship remnants like legs on a nice wine, some of them guttural, some electronic. But it also included one of the finest courtships I have ever experienced. So good, in fact, that it actually doesn't matter that it begins and ends with text messaging.

Except, obviously, it does. So for Christmas, I had some of the best ones etched in glass.

geek stationery

2006-10-24T20:00:00.000-07:00

I wanted to start a monthly board game night. I figured, if /I/ don't take it seriously, no one else will. So I made up some fancy invitations

I figure maybe I'll use them for other things. (Or maybe other people with host their own game nights!)

next step, pinball.

shuffle socks

2006-01-01T12:20:00.000-08:00

My ex-boyfriend works for a design firm. They wanted to give iPod shuffles to their preferred clients for New Years, but they wanted them to be special. They thought about giving cozies as well, and decided it ought to reflect the firm. Their signature color is red. Apparently no one (not even during the Christmas season) sells red iPod shuffle cozies. "Where could I get red iPod shuffle cozies?" he thinks. "We could just knit them ourselves ..." "I bet /Katie/ could knit them ..."

I knit fourty three of these things.

We called them "shuffle socks". They were awesome.

just a nice wrapping job

2005-12-21T17:18:00.000-08:00

(It was an uber fancy cat bag.)

Valentine '05

2005-02-10T16:06:00.000-08:00

As a card, I gave Stephan a pile of photographs. You couldn't see at first, but once they were stacked (in order) it was a jumbled picture of me, sitting in a chair, holding a sign that said "I love you". I thought it was sweet that from any one angle none of it made sense, but all piled up like that (with a little help from the object of my affection) it was a nice, sloppy three-dimensional pile of a rather sweet message. He was (rightfully) confused.

Kevin

2004-12-24T16:33:00.000-08:00

Stephan had this really creepy dog that he was very proud of. Actually, I kinda loved him, but he was very human-like (which is not a trait I look for in dogs) and to top it off his name was "Kevin". Anyway, for Christmas, I decided to take portraits of the dog. While Stephan was out of town, we snuck into his bar and posed Kevin at the pool table,

and also, at home on Stephan's couch (where he often was anyway, and which Stephan was also (rightly) proud of).

I had them all beautifully printed and framed, but I'm pretty sure Stephan destroyed them (so, sorry for the bad scans) although, secretly, I hope they're hanging up at the bar.

a map for Sarah

2003-08-09T12:49:00.000-07:00

During the summer of '02 my best friend moved to New York. So, on the way there, we took it upon ourselves to take the Great American Road Trip. We had some great stories, and a nice series of polaroids. So, ostensibly to decorate the institutional dorm room she lived in for two months, I put together this project.

The idea was, I traced our path (along the Northern route) in black marker, and reprinted the polaroids on little map flags that, if you remembered where each of them happened, could be placed along the map.

Then, of course, I put it all in a little box decorated with a bumper sticker from Wall Drug.

(I think it looks pretty nice all set up, but it does take up a bunch of wall space.)

grocery love

2000-02-14T12:43:00.000-08:00

Dominic and I spent a lot of time in the grocery store. We had a little signal we'd do when one of us got lost. We had a pattern we walked every night. We also had this game. The game is: find the most disgusting thing you can (be it some new flavor of Twinkies, or pickled pigs' feet) and try to sneak it in the cart. Bonus points if they get several aisles away before they notice. You win if the other person actually pays for, like, a whole chicken in a 17 ounce can.

The last year we were together—which, actually, was only the second Valentine's day we'd really been through—I was living in Portland, and he was unwilling or unable to come visit, I can't remember. But I made him this: