Take Two Capsules and Call Me In the Morning

I used to have this obsession with living in a space capsule a la 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Naturally, my capsule would come with a maid to compensate for all the white white white and bright overhead lighting, but overall I love the retro future vision Stanley Kubrick formulated way back in ye olde 1968.

In my minimally padded environment, I would totally have an excuse to wear the beehive crash helmet that's been sitting in my closet, collecting dust for the longest time.

Of course, I would feel most comfortable in the cockpit, although I would like to take a moment to ponder the origins of that word. Let's just say, I would not be happy simply serving beverages with a meek smile pasted on my face. Hellz no -- I would be captain of my capsule, and I don't need a... pit, to do it.

It's nice to know that space can provide all the comforts of home, like TV and cash. Sounds like they must play episodes of The Real Housewives of New Jersey around the clock.

Ok, imagine that's me and not some wanker rubbing his sweaty pits on my massage table. I am living the sweet life, not a care in the world. If I get tired, I'll just hop into my little hibernation station to chillax.

There's really nothing to worry about in my happy pod, right? My trusty computer, Hal 9000, will take care of life's basic necessities. Like breathing.

Well, maybe not. But at least they give really good drugs on my pod.

If not for some fantastic hallucinations, how else could I end up with this awesome bedroom? French Provincial on acid is so cool. In all seriousness, I kind of think my bedroom looks a bit like this, minus the statue laden alcoves.

I knew something was missing.

Choose Your Own Adventure Post

This morning we're going to mix it up a bit here at the DC headquarters.  Why?  Because 31 years ago today, my mama did what Erin is about to do and popped out a karly-shaped ball of awesomeness.  (Quick show of hands:  was that last sentence totally gross?)  Moving on.  Today, YOU homies are going to write the post.  How?  By way of sending me birthday gifts.  Duh. As you all know and can probably say backwards in your sleep:  K-dawg loves the horses.  Any and all horse-art, horse-furniture, or horse-dish was created just for me.  I cruise most of your blogs (sorry, I'm a bad commenter) and have seen precious horse works featured all around this world wide web.  YOU leave me a comment with a link to the horsey(s) of my dreams, I'll put them all together and publish the proper post next Tuesday.  You will of course get lots of love and credit for your find.

I'll start with a preview of a few good horses that my blogging BFFs have sent me over the last few months:

Oy!  Jamaican me crazy, horsey!  Both Andrea and Raina proved their undying love when they sent me a link to this beauty by artist Julian Wolkenstein.  I have since - and I'm not kidding - stalked her by email to purchase a print large enough to hang over my fireplace.  She has small ones for sale at surprisingly reasonable prices, I'm still waiting on a quote for my gigantor version.

The Brew Mistress herself could easily double as my personal horse shopper, as she has gone above and beyond in the horse-link sending.  Her eye for horsies and love for Michael Phelps prove that she's the coolest girl on all of Manhattan Island.  The Mistress also found these gems:

AND!!!!!

So, what good ponies have you seen lately?

Tastes Great, Less Filling

I have probably seen more exhibitions of Vik Muniz' work than any other artist's. Dude is super prolific, draws a crowd, and shows everywhere. So when I happened upon photos of his live/work space, I expected all kinds of schizophrenic mania going on in there, but it's really just... a home. I'm curious as to what you all will think of it after taking a look at his art.

Spaghetti Medusa

Ultimately Muniz is a photographer, but he was trained as a sculptor and it shows in his choices of unique materials. Who ever would have thought that spaghetti could be a high art medium?

Prisons, after Piranesi

For this series, Muniz used thread strung between pins to recreate the etchings of Giovanni Battista Piranesi. Hours of painstaking work resulted in a series of photographic recordings of the thread drawings.

Chocolate Syrup Drawings

Muniz is probably most famous for his chocolate syrup drawings that recreate a number of famous paintings such as The Last Supper -- which is huge and amazing. Like any good artist, though, he'll also do a portrait of your kids.

Peanut Butter and Jelly Mona Lisa

This one just makes me hungry!

Muniz was a visiting artist when I was in school, so I had the opportunity to meet him, and I have to say he was just as quirky as you can imagine. His vast enthusiasm for art itself and not any one particular medium was pretty inspiring. Plus, he makes a lot of work out of sugary goodness, and that is always worthy of respect, right?

So, moving on to the home he shares with his artist wife Janaina Tschape and their daughter Mina:

So, you know -- it's cute. Kind of rustic but colorful, and very homey. I think maybe I was expecting to see giant murals made of spaghetti sauce all over the walls, but perhaps that would have been a bit much. Perhaps. One thing I can say, though, is that he has amazing taste in art:

The images above the kitchen area are by one of my all time favorite photographers, Seydou Keita:

I wish I could have seen inside his house. I bet it was full of magical awesomeness.