For those of you unaware of the joys of Redbubble.com, it’s a website where independent artists can upload media and gain revenue selling various products without having to own the means to manufacture them. More specifically, it’s where all the VSCO girls in middle school got these stickers:Continue reading
Hello everyone and welcome to another installment of the Monday Cats Up with yours truly. Oh sorry. Catchup.
But speaking of cats, I have a personal update to share with you all before I dive into the week that has passed and the week ahead. Yes, I was ashamed to admit this at first, but I need to be as honest as I can: I like Moxie now.Continue reading
Red. Raised. Dry. Itchy. It might be the stick n poke your friend gave you last week with a Peirce fork shiv, but it also might be ringworm.
On Friday, September 27, The Atlantic published an article called “The Cat With a Campus Wrapped Around Its Paw.” Amazingly, it was an eight hundred word piece in a national newspaper that someone got paid to write…about Moxie, the cat. I would like to take a moment on this blog, just slightly less disseminated than The Atlantic, to provide an alternative perspective: it’s a fucking cat.
Ever since digital artist Trevor Paglen uploaded his ImageNet Roulette project to the web, I’ve been obsessed. I’ve spent hours furiously uploading photos to be compared with the database and anxiously waiting for my new identity to be spit out. Am I a nonsmoker? A fighter pilot? A colleen? I hunger to know. I haven’t been able to sleep for weeks. My friends are getting worried. Deadlines have come and gone, but all I can do is give the beast what it wants. The only thing that could save me from the grips of this illness would be to happen upon an image able to expose our true reality and pull the wool from my tired eyes. And, don’t get too excited, but I think I’ve done it. I turned to the classic Kenyon figures that we know and love and, although some still miss the mark, there’s one label that matches so perfectly that I can finally end my search in success. Read on for some identifications I happened upon along the way and one that is so true and pure that it may alter life at Kenyon forevermore.