Recipe for a Golden Ocean of Corn Flakes (Yum!)
Ingredients: Cornflakes, kitchen, model, measuring cup (or shovel), and more cornflakes. (HINT: Get a semi.)
Empty kitchen of all personnel. Add model in red running shirt. Pour in cornflakes until kitchen is overflowing with cornflakes. Be sure they cover the countertops and spill out the far end of the kitchen. (Note: Make sure the oven is turned off.) Season to taste with light, begin conversation with model, and find a very large spoon. Yum! And if it’s too dry this way, add milk!
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The copy is straight from the pen of Mark Twain, an incredibly perceptive observer of the human situation. I made this awhile ago, but it still makes me laugh. (Btw, it is my homage to one of my favorite companies, http://www.despair.com) I prefer to learn by other peoples’ mistakes, but sometimes, well, everyone’s human. Next up, how to make the best of a bad situation.
Since I began my project, to create portraits of people who raise chickens in the city and suburbs, I’ve loved the reasons that people have done this. It seems that most of us, myself included, are not very connected with the food we eat – the main connection being the act of putting it into our mouths. In a small way, these people are acting as conduits for a re-connection with our food. Chickens, in particular, are a lot of fun just to watch – people call it watching the Chicken Channel. I’ll bet someone in your neighborhood is tuned to it right now. They might even be next door!
It’s happening all across the country: ordinary urbanites (and suburbanites) are raising chickens in their backyards. I knew this was something I had to photograph, when my down-the-block neighbor had a (swanky) new chicken coop delivered. When I drove by on a Saturday, I quickly parked and ran back to help them carry it into their backyard. The man who made their coop, Mario Klip, has a wonderful website with beautiful designs. My friends now have their three (grown) chickens, and one has started laying eggs already. (Fresh egg factoid: If they are not washed, the natural coating keeps them safe for weeks!) Anyways, I decided that I had to create some portraits of these people. I’ll bet that a lot of us know someone that is doing this, too. Here’s a chicken question: What is the very FIRST thing a chicken does after it scratches the ground with its foot? Let me know if you do!
BMW actually made the first smart car, the Isetta. Ok, it’s perhaps not the first small car made for city driving, but it is certainly the coolest one. I mean, what other car like this has so much personality? You get in from the front?? What were those clowns at BMW thinking? Well, they were thinking genius thoughts, I’d say. Genius!! What a completely fun car to drive, and be seen driving in, right? Yep, it kinda is a clown car. Even back in the day, I’m sure they were turning heads. Today, this wonderful machine, a completely restored, mint condition 1956 BMW Isetta continues to make people smile: it spreads joy wherever it goes. Now, that’s a smart idea for car design.
It’s impossible to take a bad photograph out here, at least in the fall. Everything is so simple and grand. And thank goodness it’s not August. If I was a real gearhead, I’d already know what that was like, but I’m not planning on finding out what it’s like to stand in an oven for a few days during the race season. It turns out that no one who works around here will EVER take their own personal car out on the Flats, because the salt not only does a number on the finish and the metal, but also will eventually corrode the wiring in a car and it will be RUINED RUINED RUINED. So, everyone parks in the little cul-de-sac (who knew?) at the end of the paved road into the Flats. From there, take your friend’s car (if you want to lose them as a friend) or just start walking. Which is all you can do if you run out of gas.