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November 25, 2014 by miki

Recently found some pictures taken of a baby shower craft project. At the time, I was short on cash for a gift but not on dollar store tissue paper. So I figured, well, parents-to-be need diapers. Not diapers made out of tissue paper. But how about diapers fancily wrapped up in colored tissue to look like a gift? I’d seen fine examples of diaper gift baskets and towers and cute crib-shaped diaper constructions complete with teddy bears snuggled inside. The four colors of paper available, though, seemed much better suited for making festive objects with just a small hint of violence. So off I went in that direction.




The pinata was such a hit, in fact, that it was never hit at all. Instead, it was enthusiastically ripped apart by two young shower attendees within minutes of its arrival. I admit that I was kind of miffed to see my creation disemboweled so soon into the party, but because Diaper Donkey can still be resurrected in photo form, I have not remained sad. Anyway, those kids must have been pretty disappointed by what they discovered inside.



August 14, 2014 by miki

Finally saw the videos for his latest album, including this gem. I’m equally tickled and pained by familiarity with these buzzwords, and the fabulous doodles capture just about what I comprehend from hearing them, too.

Weird Al Yankovic – Mission Statement

And just for my records, Crosby, Stills & Nash:

Tunes for a Tuesday afternoon


May 6, 2014 by miki

Searched round for new (to me) music, and tipped off by national public radio, found a couple to save inside the shoebox.

Kishi Bashi – It All Began With a Burst

I let out a “Huh?” at first because I didn’t catch that the Japanese subtitles were based on the phonetics of the actual English lyrics and that the English subtitles were then based on a literal translation of the Japanese. Oh, you’re such a kidder, Kishi, and a clever one.


Courtney Barnett

Something very pleasantly simple about the lyrics and repetitive melody. Like just letting your thoughts flow freely while strumming a guitar, but there’s something naturally poetic about the way you describe your mundane experiences. Natural or not, it makes me smile.



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