Winged cat discovered in Northampton Mass

Me, my friend Bee and one other curious man at the Northampton DPW (Department of Public Works) Trash/Recycling Center saw one of these. Really. It was tan. I thought, hopefully, there was another cat lying on top of it, how cute would that have been. Delusional, I was. It was super skittish, but I swear it had things growing out of each
side of its back. I drew it for my bf, he was only kinda excited until I showed him this photo. What weird timing. My sighting was about one month ago. I even tried to find out what it was by googling. Little did I know I saw a tiny mythical beastie.

Winged cats discovered in western China - Boing Boing
Winged cats discovered in western China



Posted by Lisa Katayama, August 28, 2008 8:00 AM

Winged cats have been known to exist since the 19th century, but only a handful of people have actually seen—let alone owned—one. This woman in Sichuan province watched as her beloved kitty grew angel wings on his back last summer after a bunch of female cats tried to mate with him. "Many female cats in heat came to harass him, and then the wings started to grow," she said.

Geneticists have a less romantic theory. They believe it could be a genetic defect, a skin condition, or the result of poor grooming.

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I got Busted

I finally got my blog admitted to Bust's Girl Wide Web. For some reason, though, they put me in the "Me & My Obsessions" category, and I wanted "She's Crafty." But, hell, I'm not complaining!
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Brimfield

So, my bf and I decided to drive the 45 minutes to the Brimfield Antiques Fair on Friday. He had never been, I've only been there once before about 8 years ago. It's the biggest antiques and collectibles fair in the USA. Meaning, approximately 5,000 vendors. I made sure that we both had specific items to look for, because otherwise it is just too overwhelming, and you end up buying way too much, or nothing at all. I knew I would use craft supplies, so I looked for fabric and notions, and vintage clothing. He wanted to find vintage mens' clothing, including old hats. I wasn't having any luck finding affordable cute things, even at a half off table. It didn't help at all that we were melting from the heat.

Finally, at a gorgeously designed booth, I found mason jars of mixed vintage buttons for $4 each. Most places were selling buttons by the piece, like 50 cents each! I bought two jars, and was tempted to get three lots of pre-cut 3" quilt squares from vintage fabric. I just wasn't sure when I'd get around to making the quilt(s), and I have enough supplies and WIP's to tide me over for many many months.

I did buy a ziploc baggie of vintage fabric scraps for $5. Turns out most was vintage, some new. I was looking for pieces that would be nice for appliqueing.

My final purchase was a return to a vintage clothing dealer, a really nice woman. I bought a 1970's pink toile Villager cotton shirt. She charged me $8, down $4! I'm going to take in the waist, to make it less boxy.

A successful trip. Here are some pics:

How adorable is this print? Two different birds, and butterflies.

Some of the more detailed buttons.

The fabric pile.

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My favorite prints, look at those squirrels!

lucky lucky

I finally found the lucky duck who designs and sells her stuffed goodies at anthropologie. Here she is:

Chika for Chikagraphy

Mr Obvious

Max really thinks a bird is going to land while he's waiting right under the bird feeder. He's losing his touch. He kept moving his head around, too, such stealth.

local cutie patooties

We leave our door open to the porch as much as possible. I love inviting in the friendly bugs, the mosquitoes and flies ( unfortunately for them) get caught and fed to our house spiders. We are such weirdos, I know. My father makes a pity face at us whenever we talk about how cute they are, or the babies that emerge. I know he's thinking: these two need a kitten, or even a human baby.

Thankfully, our neighbor has an indoor/outdoor cat (he is only one of two of our neighbors grandfathered into the no cats policy) in which to indulge our need to coo and pet and fuss. Max is street smart, he never seems to venture far, just around the complex, and through the field, I mean, his field. He will not tolerate any other animal in there. We've finally sweetened him up enough to come in and hang out (tuna always helps). Sometimes he even takes a 1 minute kitty nap in the homemade meant for shelter animals cat bed I made.

Here he is:


We get tons of ladybugs, endlessly circling the edge between the wall and the ceiling. I've finally started taking pity on them and moving them outside. Here is a photo montage of my releasing her, using macro on my digital camera. She went under the teeny tiny maple tree (I think) to hide and drink some moss water.

HIPSTER

Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization | Adbusters Culturejammer Headquarters

I‘m sipping a scummy pint of cloudy beer in the back of a trendy dive bar turned nightclub in the heart of the city’s heroin district. In front of me stand a gang of hippiesh grunge-punk types, who crowd around each other and collectively scoff at the smoking laws by sneaking puffs of “fuck-you,” reveling in their perceived rebellion as the haggard, staggering staff look on without the slightest concern.

The “DJ” is keystroking a selection of MP3s off his MacBook, making a mix that sounds like he took a hatchet to a collection of yesteryear billboard hits, from DMX to Dolly Parton, but mashed up with a jittery techno backbeat.

“So… this is a hipster party?” I ask the girl sitting next to me. She’s wearing big dangling earrings, an American Apparel V-neck tee, non-prescription eyeglasses and an inappropriately warm wool coat.

“Yeah, just look around you, 99 percent of the people here are total hipsters!”

“Are you a hipster?”

“Fuck no,” she says, laughing back the last of her glass before she hops off to the dance floor.

Ever since the Allies bombed the Axis into submission, Western civilization has had a succession of counter-culture movements that have energetically challenged the status quo. Each successive decade of the post-war era has seen it smash social standards, riot and fight to revolutionize every aspect of music, art, government and civil society.

But after punk was plasticized and hip hop lost its impetus for social change, all of the formerly dominant streams of “counter-culture” have merged together. Now, one mutating, trans-Atlantic melting pot of styles, tastes and behavior has come to define the generally indefinable idea of the “Hipster.”

An artificial appropriation of different styles from different eras, the hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture lost in the superficiality of its past and unable to create any new meaning. Not only is it unsustainable, it is suicidal. While previous youth movements have challenged the dysfunction and decadence of their elders, today we have the “hipster” – a youth subculture that mirrors the doomed shallowness of mainstream society.