More Charley, Pie Town, and Other Assorted Ephemera

The full Charley Harper piece is up at Design Observer. I particularly like that the author mentions Harper's titles, titles such as Family Owlbum, Raccpack, Herondipity. They're unbearably smile-inducing, made from the same cloth as the little jokes that made me love growing up in southwestern Ohio, family reunions, church luncheons, my Great-Great-Aunt Peg and her sideways smirk. A reader in the comments links to Dwell's Harper interview from last year. And how close am I to spending $400 on this?

Shorpy (if misplaced nostalgia is an addiction, then this site is my dealer) is having a barbecue in Pie Town, New Mexico. This picture tells at least seventeen stories by my count. I love the man picking his teeth with his pinky finger. And here, the nice folk of Pie Town prepare to say grace.

Nicole Krauss on walking and New York, a piece which reads endearingly like a series of Chris Ware panels. (via The Written Nerd)

I resisted the CD format as long as I could. In 1991, I won The La's single "There She Goes" on CD at a fair, and had a friend copy the CD onto cassette for me. It wasn't until 1992 when I bought my first CD: My Bloody Valentine's Loveless. I've never grown nostalgic for the CD format the way I am for cassettes and vinyl. Fifteen years on, and I just spent all weekend participating in its demise by recycling 300 jewel cases. (via The Morning News)

Why Super Furry Animals are amazing. Number 7 is dead on. We've seen SFA live at least five times, along with one Gruff Rhys solo show, and every time is phenomenal. For that matter, "God! Show Me Magic" is as great a song as anything that came after it. (via largehearted boy)

At Nothing But Bonfires, Holly Burns ponders her own nostalgia while assembling ingredients for a dinner in San Francisco's Chinatown markets. Here's hoping a recipe is soon to follow.

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