Author: racheladmas
I try to make pretty things and to make humans happier.
Last night I had a dream that rats overtook the place where I lived.
They were chewing through the window screens on both floors of my house.
We tried to keep them out as long as we could but had to flee and watch them invade our home.
They were coming up the stairs and gnawing through the floorboards and breeding in the closets.
They were too fast and too many to keep in my sight.
My home is a Thing they were not allowed to enter
Or to be inside of
Or to feel that they had a right to make their own
Or make themselves comfortable in.
I called my family.
They showed me how to quickly snap the rats’ necks.
I didn’t like doing that. I am gentle and love animals and my family.
They told me that was the most painless way to destroy an animal.
To anyone else who might be listening to the first Tool album to come out in 13 years, it’s an honor to be here with you. Rock on friends.
A couple other color variations:
http://www.misprintedtype.com/work/personal-works/drawing/
Eduardo Recife is absolutely amazing and works in drawing, collage, and fonts.
https://blogs.nasa.gov/letters/2012/04/03/post_1333471169633/
A beautiful diary from the perspective of a zucchini plant being grown on the International Space Station. He is lonely, but full of love, and I can only imagine the astronaut writing on his behalf might feel similar.
First entry:
I sprouted, thrust into this world without anyone consulting me. I am not one of the beautiful; I am not one that by any other name instills flutters in the human heart. I am the kind that makes little boys gag at the dinner table thus being sent to bed without their dessert. I am utilitarian, hearty vegetative matter that can thrive under harsh conditions. I am zucchini – and I am in space.
His growth brings joy in space:
My gardener fusses with my leaves. I am not sure if I like that. I now have four and I do not quite understand why he behaves this way. He sticks his nose up against them. Does he take me for some sort of a handkerchief? Apparently he takes pleasure in my earthy green smell. There is nothing like the smell of living green in this forest of engineered machinery. I see the resultant smile. Maybe this is one of my roles as a crewmember on this expedition.
On Valentine’s day, when the astronaut is speaking with his partner on Earth:
He said to her, “I can not offer you much; I can only give you a space zucchini.” The image of my orange blossom was beamed across the void between spacecraft and Earth. Her heart melted. I felt as much a rose as any rose could ever be. He picked my flower and opened a large book, an atlas. Placing my bloom on the map of Texas, over Houston town, he closed the book and clamped it shut with a piece of Kapton tape. He said come July, when our mission is over, he will present this to her in person. I thought that something must be wrong for both of them had tears. In space, tears do not run down your cheeks but remain as a glob in the corner of your eye.
On the same wall later that year…
Statue in Auburn, WA. Get yours, crow friend.
https://www.reiquam.com/public-art#/crow-with-fries-2019
Artist: https://www.reiquam.com/
Normally I grow vegetables outside every year, but I was traveling too much this summer to care for them properly. But these little fancy lettuces in my aerogarden are killing it and make me happy every time I see them.
Dibujos para el juego Pictionary por nadie que conozco. Encontrado en un cafe en Madrid. No tengo ningún idea de lo que significan. Sabes tú?
Drawings from Pictionary by nobody that I know. Found in a cafe in Madrid. I have no idea what they’re supposed to be. Do you?
(Help me fix my Spanish if it’s wrong?)
Rachel Admas 