Can you find the accidental scatological message(s) in this photo taken at
the big CHA scrapbooking trade show? I did, while stuck here on the tarmac
of O'Hare Airport, waiting for hours to take off due to "weather."
A friend of mine told me about a big body art festival he's going to be working (painting) for in Europe, and referenced this Polish Ballet site by way of illustration. Take a look around (unless you read Polish, you're just going to have to click blindly) and be dazzled! Holy cow, the time it must take to paint just one person! The patience of the models must be tremendous! (WARNING: Contains what might or might not be considered nudity; I'm not quite sure myself...).
Another graffiti site; this one is about Grafitti Archeology, and shows the evolution of certain graffiti locations over time. The easiest way to play around within the site is to pick a location from the left hand column and then click on the arrows at the bottom to see the changes over time. My favorite is the second shot in the Bluxome eastA area. So sad that this art is so ethereal! How does a person bring themselves to paint over some of this stuff?
Next in the Magnetic Poetry Employee series is that wise-yet-crazy uncle (or Grandpa) figure, Lowell Fritzke. Lowell came to us in 1995 by way of Tonka Toys, which used to be located here in Minnesota. We were hooked up by John Larson, who was in a college class I spoke to when I was very enthusiastic but very green. Lowell was a guy John worked with who was-- is-- very laid back and very industry-experienced. Lowell walked into our office one day, made a couple of phone calls, and immediately cut our shipping costs to the tune of thousands of dollars of annual savings. So we hired him.
Among many other things, Lowell is one of the greatest beer drinking pals you'll ever encounter. The man knows how to have fun! If you ever run into Lowell, be sure to ask him to perform his bottle cap sniffing trick. It will blow your mind.
Found a bunch of names carved, mostly during the mid 1800's, on a stone at
the top of Overlook Mountain in the Catskills. At least these Victorian-era
taggers took the time to put nice seraphs on their letters.