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Apr 17

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My new book The Shape of Spilled Milk releases next week at Cabin 207 in downtown Los Angeles!

The Shape of Spilled Milk is a book of stories and photographs covering a variety of moments–from reflections on the intimacy of romantic mornings, internet dream girls, and two-hour haircuts, encounters with birds trapped in airports and elevator handshakes with The President, to ideas of future eulogies and how Saturdays can feel in Pittsburgh–this book carries the theme of trying to be better through the process of remembering the old you(s) and old me(s). 

The book will be available for purchase after the release on April 26!

-First edition copies selling for $25 + shipping (will be available through my website and at Cabin 207)

-Available in 7 colors (seen above)

-6.5” x 8” perfect bound, 156 pages with silkscreened covers by Tyler Deal

-Signed and numbered edition of 250

-an introduction by Tempestt Hazel

MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THE RELEASE EVENT HERE.

thechicagoperch:

Let’s Get Working is a three-day festival celebrating the legacy of Studs Terkel, revisiting his work and tracing his influence through oral histories, film screenings, performances, art installations, storytelling, and community dialogues.
The Perch will be involved in this festival in a few capacities:
1. The Perch office from the Smart Museum Interpreter in Residence Program will be installed at the Logan Center during the festival for visitors to engrave and talk. 
2. The Perch’s founder Matt Austin will be on a panel discussion about Storytelling on the Saturday morning programming of the festival.
3. The Perch will be representing all of its publications and products at the Book and Information Fair on the first floor of the Logan. 
We’re looking forward to it! Hope to see you there. 
More info here. 
Apr 16

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thechicagoperch:

Let’s Get Working is a three-day festival celebrating the legacy of Studs Terkel, revisiting his work and tracing his influence through oral histories, film screenings, performances, art installations, storytelling, and community dialogues.

The Perch will be involved in this festival in a few capacities:

1. The Perch office from the Smart Museum Interpreter in Residence Program will be installed at the Logan Center during the festival for visitors to engrave and talk. 

2. The Perch’s founder Matt Austin will be on a panel discussion about Storytelling on the Saturday morning programming of the festival.

3. The Perch will be representing all of its publications and products at the Book and Information Fair on the first floor of the Logan. 

We’re looking forward to it! Hope to see you there. 

More info here

My most recent post on Verve, Marwen's educational resource blog about proper assessment of student enthusiasm and teacher capabilities:

Misunderstanding Indicators = Misunderstood Outcomes

For the teachers / learners of the world, peep it out!
Apr 11

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My most recent post on Verve, Marwen's educational resource blog about proper assessment of student enthusiasm and teacher capabilities:

Misunderstanding Indicators = Misunderstood Outcomes

For the teachers / learners of the world, peep it out!

Hey all! My new book The Shape of Spilled Milk will be available in a short few weeks. 
The covers have been skillfully printed by Ty Deal of Idiot Pull.
Only a few more pieces of construction and the edition of 250 will be  released at Cabin 207 on April 26. 

Did I mention the book is available in 7 different colors? And the cover  feels like skin!
Mar 28

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Hey all! My new book The Shape of Spilled Milk will be available in a short few weeks. 

The covers have been skillfully printed by Ty Deal of Idiot Pull.

Only a few more pieces of construction and the edition of 250 will be  released at Cabin 207 on April 26. 

Did I mention the book is available in 7 different colors? And the cover  feels like skin!

I wrote my first post for Marwen's educational resource blog: VERVE!

Check it out.
Mar 12

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I wrote my first post for Marwen's educational resource blog: VERVE!

Check it out.

Mar 02

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Anonymous asked: how can i buy some of your pieces?

Here is one way!

Or you can e-mail me.

cecilepoulain:

My friend Matt Austin has recently launched a project called "I’M HERE: a two-part tribute to my mother / For the Birds Trapped in Airports.”
I’ve received it in the mail not so long ago and felt so deeply touched by it that I felt inspired to take some pictures of me with it. Here’s one of them. One picture to bring joy, hapiness, hope. One picture to also say “fuck you cancer !”. One picture to say “you’re not alone”. One picture to share a smile and much much love.
Enjoy the ride of reading or purchasing it if you feel up to because it does really worth it.

Mom made it to Paris.

Thanks Cécile!
Feb 25

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cecilepoulain:

My friend Matt Austin has recently launched a project called "I’M HERE: a two-part tribute to my mother / For the Birds Trapped in Airports.

I’ve received it in the mail not so long ago and felt so deeply touched by it that I felt inspired to take some pictures of me with it. Here’s one of them. One picture to bring joy, hapiness, hope. One picture to also say “fuck you cancer !”. One picture to say “you’re not alone”. One picture to share a smile and much much love.

Enjoy the ride of reading or purchasing it if you feel up to because it does really worth it.

Mom made it to Paris.

Thanks Cécile!

Feb 07

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Plays: 105

innerear:

Be My Guest / Spreading The Love / Day 5

VIA The Perch

The Mamas and The Papas - If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Your Ears - California Dreaming

[ reconcile ]

“Now?” he shifted his weight, “Where? To what?”

“Now, yes,” she spoke with confidence. “I don’t care, put something on.”

“Honey, I don’t know if I’m up for this right now…do we have to?”

“No, we don’t,” she shrugged and turned to him, “but here are the conditions for turning me down for a dance: 1. you tell me why we aren’t going to dance right now and 2. you put music on that says how much you love me.”

“Deal.” He got up and moved toward the boxes he built that cradle their combined record collection. “Okay, condition number 1, here we go…” he said as he began scouring the vinyl from left to right, “do you remember the conversation we were having earlier, the one before I left for the bus this morning?”

“I do, yes. About work stuff?”

“Yes. Remember how I told you how I was going to stick to this company for awhile, and gain my management position, and make us some extra money… really persist and get us ahead a little bit… Do you remember that?”

“Yes, I remember.”

He pulled a record out and put it back, “Good! So then you remember your response to me…”

“No, I don’t. What did I say?”

“Oh, you don’t? Just nevermind it then,” he waved behind him, “that’s not important.”

“Come on! Tell me, I honestly don’t remember.”

"No, no, no. It’s okay. Don’t worry."

"I’m sorry! Did I upset you? I didn’t mean anything by it…”

He turned back with a different record in his hand and smiled at her, “Whoa there! Look who’s worried about their footing now!”

“Please tell me,” she sighed, “what did I say to you?”

“Well, okay,” he pulled a record out of the sleeve and examined its surface, “you were arguing against my reasons for trying to stick to this job - like you always do. But this time, you spoke with absolute certainty: ‘You’ll never be able to do it,’ you said.”

“Oh god, honey. I’m sorry… I—”

“And I realized it in the few seconds I spent in that cool vintage elevator today… that you are completely right - I will never be able to do it. I don’t say that in the same way that I say I won’t dance. What I mean is that I won’t be able to live a life that I can already see: the lack of challenges, the confident bus card swipes, the walking, climbing, and elevator riding with heavy attention focused on a future that holds few surprises.”

“Well, maybe it’s not all that bad. I mean, don’t you think you can still surprise yourself?” she asked.

He smiled as he lowered the needle into the groove of the vinyl, “My love, I’d like to present to you: condition number 2…”

Day 5, final chapter.

Feb 06

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Plays: 73

innerear:

Be My Guest / Spreading The Love / Day 4

VIA The Perch

Bessie Smith  - Greatest Hits - Chicago Bound Blues

[ congruent ]

“Do you feel weightless when you walk?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, I guess. I think I’m mostly not paying attention to my weight when I walk.”

“What are you paying attention to?”

“My surroundings, the trees and light, the sidewalk, the temperature. Sometimes I pay attention to my pace.”

“What about when you climb stairs, what grabs your attention?”

“The top.”

She laughs, “And your strained legs and back, if I remember correctly?”

“Yes, those too,” he smiles.

“And what about when you dance?”

“When I dance? What? You know I hate dancing.”

“Oh, that’s right!” her smug chin settles on her sweater-covered knee for a moment and then perks up, “Remind me again, is it because it strains your legs and back or is it because it makes you aware of your weight?”

“Ha. Ha. My wife is suddenly a comedian, wonderful. Come on, you know I can’t dance worth a damn, that’s why I hate dancing. It’s humiliating.”

“Mmmm, right - the bad dancer bit, wow… it’s been awhile since I’ve heard this one. You realize we have danced together, right? Your self-deprecating ‘bad dancer’ story works on people that don’t know you. Just a note for future pity speeches, you might want to write that down.”

She grabbed her book back from his hands as he fought to contain a smirk. She traced the raised text on the cover with her eyes and the tips of her fingers, “so, in this awful, awful scenario that involves you having to dance,”  she returned her chin to the cushioned knee and looked up at him, “what do you pay attention to?”

“I don’t know, my feet?”

“Oh, like your weight, and being aware of it.”

“No, like not messing up. Not looking stupid.”

“For who? Me?”

“No, well, yes - of course I want to impress you, but it’s mostly other people that I worry about.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know them.”

“Strangers…”

“Yeah, strangers.”

“So, you don’t like dancing because strangers are around you, and you don’t want them to watch you because you might mess up your footing.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Got it. If I promise you that no strangers are on their way, will you dance with me?”

Day 4, chapter 4.

Feb 05

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Plays: 99

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Be My Guest / Spreading The Love / Day 3

VIA / The Perch

Marlene Shaw - The Spice of Life - California Soul

[ soliloquy ]

Day 3, Chapter 3, Click to read. 

Feb 04

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Plays: 233

innerear:

Be My Guest / Spreading the Love / Day 2

Jimmy Rogers - Chicago Bound - Chicago Bound

[ simpatico ]

“What did I tell you?” she responded.


He put his bags down and glared up at her, “Oh. Yeah. Just go and rub it in, why don’t ya?”


“No, no, no. What I mean is that I don’t remember.” She sat up, “what was I right about?”


“You were right about all of it,” he replied quickly. “I guess you could say you were right about me.”


“You mean what I said about not being able to—”


“Yes.”


“Tell me. What happened?”


“Nothing happened. It was just the bus. And the rain, I guess. It was just small things, you know? But they added up,” he paused, staring at the cold tiles beneath his white wet socks. “Honey, okay. You want to know what happened? Here it goes: I knew before I even walked in the door that the wall needed a carbide bit and a hammer drill, okay? I had the right hardware and guessed damn right on needing an extension cord. No dust hit her floor, no pencil mark on any surface, each piece took me a few minutes. I knew the fractions without writing them down - not because I’m a good mathematician but because those numbers have been burned into my memory in the same way that I know what key opens our front door. I made no mistakes. I never got nervous. Not only was there enough money on my bus pass, but I was absolutely certain that there was enough money on my bus pass. And did you know that it’s raining out? So, I walked home because I felt like I had to, it made sense as a response to what I was feeling. Like I needed to do something with myself or, for myself or—”


“What floor does she live on?” she interrupted.


“What? What does that have to do with anything? She lives on the top floor of her building it has a great view of downtown. I don’t—”


“What floor is it? What number?”


“I don’t know, 3 maybe. No, it was 4. Her room number is 425, she lives on the 4th floor. Are you satisfied?”


“Did you take the stairs or was there an elevator?”


“I took the elevator. It was one of those old vintage looking ones from the ‘60s with the cool buttons, like the ones you see in the movies. Where are you going with this?”


“Nowhere. I’m just surprised because I know how much you love walking at that hour.”


“Yeah, well, walking is different than climbing, you know…”


“I know.”

Day 2, Chapter 2. 

Feb 03

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Plays: 129

innerear:

Be My Guest / Spreading the Love / Day 1 

Dr. Dog - Takers and Leavers - California

[home[ VIA / the Perch ]

[ pontificate ]

“You’ll never be able to do it,” she said.


The rain rained on his corduroy pants and made the dark brown darker.  His white button up shirt wasn’t really that white, more like a yellow translucence that the highest dryer heat could only paint after 100 tries. The water that had built up in his hair was so close to looking intentional and he was sure about his bus card having enough fare on it. He even had enough for a few transfers to spare, just in case. The card’s swipe held an exhilarating freshness, ‘it seems as though there was room for improvement after all,’ he thought, breathing in the new him. After so many forgettable moments of wondering if what he had would be enough, each time preparing him for the apologetic renunciation of “I’m sorry, but…” 

 

Today was different, today was historic. He took the bus instead of the train because he can see better out the windows and he likes the scenery - it takes longer, but that’s okay if he leaves early enough. He likes the left side of the bus, and the raised seats are his favorite. He got off a few stops early because he enjoys walking and the quiet at that hour is nice.


The light that the elevator button lit under his finger looked like it does in the movies, it made him smile and feel good. The moment the elevator rose without his stomach is when he figured it out. Today felt different because what he was about to do was no longer difficult. The tasks had become easy. They had become work. He walked in, performed his role, and left in a matter of two hours. He gathered his tools and limped their weight down the hall. 

 

The elevator button sat just above the decorative ashtray, centered between the two steel doors. He stared at it for a moment before he pressed it and made it light through the cracked old plastic. He felt tired and the scene didn’t feel cinematic like the last time. He stared at the light until it turned off. His stomach was ready for the elevator this time. He decided on his way down that when the doors opened, he would walk all the way home. It took him two hours to get there, but that was okay because she wouldn’t have left yet. He opened the door and walked in. She put her book down and looked up.

 

“You’re right,” he said.

Me and my girl take over Victor’s Inner Ear blog this week!

Ally’s picking the songs and I’m writing the words. Join us!

thechicagoperch:

We’ve been busy!
For the past few weeks, we’ve been in major production mode of Todd Diederich's 'Luminous Flux' Deluxe Edition of 20 hand-sewn, hand-glued, screenprinted, sweetly loved, and signed artist books.
We’re almost finished with the full edition, but we’re also so excited to show you our progress! 
If you’re in L.A. for the Art Book Fair this weekend, stop by the VIA Publication table to get a peek at what we’ve been up to. 

What I’ve been up to lately. 
Jan 28

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thechicagoperch:

We’ve been busy!

For the past few weeks, we’ve been in major production mode of Todd Diederich's 'Luminous Flux' Deluxe Edition of 20 hand-sewn, hand-glued, screenprinted, sweetly loved, and signed artist books.

We’re almost finished with the full edition, but we’re also so excited to show you our progress! 

If you’re in L.A. for the Art Book Fair this weekend, stop by the VIA Publication table to get a peek at what we’ve been up to. 

What I’ve been up to lately. 

Jan 25

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Revisiting a few things, just a visit. 

Jan 25

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zachariaselias:

jmfotography:

New work.

peep Juan

Juan Fernandez, a very cool dude and great artist.

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