This might be a sea shell shrew. It might be a rabbit, or a dog, or it might be Franklin Pierce, the 14th president of the United States, although if that were the case it really needs to have a sharper nose.Or any nose. Or any defining facial features whatsoever. At best, we could say […]
Seriously, shell artist. You balked at the hat? the single easiest part of a fisherman to replace with, I don’t know, a half clam, a cowrie, one of those little spiralling winkle things with the points. Make him a pretty shell princess, or a shell monk, or whatever. There are so many options. But you […]
Maybe it won’t notice us. I have never been to Waikiki, nor have I seen their shell concert. However, given the wide-eyed, shocked stares of the musicians, and the apparent decapitation of their first alto, it sounds kind of terrifying. By the intermission, most of the players had already lost their hats in a gale […]
Okay, so MOST of Jesus’s weekend was a total wash after that “dying on a cross” thing, and Saturday–which was the night He and the disciples would usually hit the clubs in Ephraim, because Mount Ion had the most awesome “Foam Night” party ever since Jesus got a little drunk and gave is “blessed are […]
So there’s a category of shell art which uses shells as the medium, rather than the message. I personally regard this as somewhat uninspired, because you can make anything by gluing cone shells to a plastic base. Go to the taxidermy store, get the right frame, and make yourself a shell art antelope. Please. I’d […]
I’m not sure what’s going on with the Next to New shop, which is normally a classy institution. This one looks, literally, like something the cat dragged in. In fact, you can still see the cat. You can see it saying, “what in the name of Fancy Feast was I thinking??” We might ask the […]
One of my bloggy friends politely reminded me that I have been neglecting the duties passed on to me by the secret Shell Art masters who control almost every coastal city. I would hate to anger them, because they give me lovely things like this. I don’t what it is, but it’s 1) from Corpus […]
Or at least a Friday morning trip to the beach, a chance to escape to the salty breeze, hot sand between your toes, the smell of tide and cocoa butter, sounds of wind, seagulls, and splashing swimmers. Not feeling it? Me neither. Because really, the summer’s not the summer and a beach isn’t a beach […]
We’re sort of having a collision of stories here. One part “Station 12, Jesus Dies Upon the Cross.” One part “Venus on the Half Shell.” I’m really not having a problem with the collision of imagery, so much as I am with the three-foot-high barnacles. You’d need an awful lot of lemon butter to make […]
I just want everyone to know, this post is entirely the fault of L. A., who demanded shell art. Blame her. L. A. blogs about shells, and apparently wants to see them humiliated. The game had gotten intense. The four players were well into the third hour of the game. They were out of clams, […]