<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812</id><updated>2012-01-05T13:56:08.233-08:00</updated><category term='value'/><category term='Jeff Wall'/><category term='Sketchy'/><category term='display'/><category term='École Superior Nationale des Beaux-Arts'/><category term='accumulation'/><category term='recycling'/><category term='anatomy'/><category term='photography'/><category term='disposable'/><category term='useful'/><category term='finding'/><category term='objects'/><category term='unusual'/><category term='pack-rats'/><category term='collection'/><category term='art'/><category term='Archive'/><category term='museums'/><category term='light bulbs'/><category term='museum'/><category term='book'/><category term='collecting'/><category term='Martin'/><category term='typewriter'/><category term='Martin Howard'/><category term='saving'/><category term='exhibition'/><category term='material world'/><category term='sentimental value'/><category term='catalogue'/><category term='collections'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Bunnies'/><category term='review'/><category term='useless'/><category term='photograph'/><category term='owls'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='material culture'/><title type='text'>neurotic collections</title><subtitle type='html'>obsessive hoarding, compulsive saving, and illogical or logical collections as art</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-8994314089966892771</id><published>2010-04-18T10:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:36:34.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museums'/><title type='text'>Behind the scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 12px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;These are a couple of photographs I wanted to share from various museum archives. They were part of a show called Camera Obscured in 1997 curated by Vid Ingelevics and they can be seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web.net/artinfact/museology-titles.htm" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; on this website. I love them because even though I study museums and galleries and the roles that run such institutions, I rarely actually think about the people who created the ‘environments’ in galleries, or the beginnings of museums. They are lovely photographs of lovely museum collections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="attachment_133" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); padding-top: 4px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; width: 310px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fmnhopening.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-133" title="FMNHopening" src="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fmnhopening.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=213" alt="" width="300" height="213" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"  style=" line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Visitors walking through dirt fields towards newly constructed Field Museum of Natural History, Grant Park, Chicago, 1921. Photographer: Charles Carpenter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="attachment_135" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); padding-top: 4px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; width: 310px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/metstudio.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-135" title="METstudio" src="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/metstudio.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=247" alt="" width="300" height="247" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"  style=" line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photographers at work in the 'operating room' in the High Attic, Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1924. Photographer: not recorded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="attachment_132" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); padding-top: 4px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; width: 310px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/amnh-lions.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-132" title="AMNH-lions" src="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/amnh-lions.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=251" alt="" width="300" height="251" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"  style=" line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dr. James L. Clark and unidentified technician with lion group in preparation, Akeley African Hall, American Museum of Natural History, New York, 1934. Photograph: Julius Kirschner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="attachment_131" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); padding-top: 4px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; width: 310px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/amnh-birds.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-131" title="AMNH-birds" src="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/amnh-birds.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=238" alt="" width="300" height="238" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"  style=" line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Working on Flying Bird Group, Sanford Hall, American Museum of Natural History, New York, 1947. Photographer: Alex J. Rota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="attachment_130" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); padding-top: 4px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; width: 205px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/aic-dogs.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-130" title="AIC-dogs" src="http://kaseylee.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/aic-dogs.jpg?w=195&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="195" height="300" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"  style=" line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Billo and Bella, museum guard dogs, with their trainer, Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago, 1941. Photographer: not recorded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 12px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-8994314089966892771?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/8994314089966892771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=8994314089966892771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/8994314089966892771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/8994314089966892771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2010/04/b.html' title='Behind the scenes'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-6880055452281332164</id><published>2010-04-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:38:18.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Howard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typewriter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='display'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><title type='text'>Typewriter Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last year &lt;a href="http://www.antiquetypewriters.com/index.htm"&gt;Martin Howard's typewriter collection&lt;/a&gt; was on display at a gallery in the Toronto Pearson International Airport and the ROM, with an amazing array of typewriters dating back to the 19th century and the invention of the typewriter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8s9drhToAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MEFj9rVmk1E/s400/pic-cabinet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461526553224781826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautifully displayed in this lit case, the typewriters verge on artifact or work of art as they are showcased so nicely. The only thing missing in this case (that I can see) are little didactics with catalogue numbers and descriptions of each piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of these typewriters are incredibly bizarre, before there were common keyboard layouts like qwerty, there were ball typewriters like the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hansen_Writing_Ball"&gt;Hansen Writing Ball&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.antiquetypewriters.com/collection/index-stenograph1_first.htm"&gt;Stenographs&lt;/a&gt; for writing shorthand (which basically involved learning a whole new coded alphabet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: antique typewriters are beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me want to hoard and collect typewriters myself, but I will have to quash those urges by ogling Martin's collection and cruising the &lt;a href="http://www.typewritermuseum.org/index.html"&gt;Virtual Antique Typewriter Museum&lt;/a&gt;. I'll leave this collection to professionals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- layne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-6880055452281332164?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/6880055452281332164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=6880055452281332164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6880055452281332164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6880055452281332164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2010/04/typewriter-collection.html' title='Typewriter Collection'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8s9drhToAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MEFj9rVmk1E/s72-c/pic-cabinet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-7447554536293378422</id><published>2010-04-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:38:37.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sketchy Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm finding more and more great blog archives/collections, and thanks to a friend of mine this one was just introduced to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sketchybunnies.com/"&gt;Sketchy Bunnies&lt;/a&gt; features, you guessed it, photos of bizarre and sketchy bunnies. Most often with children, some of these are freaky shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've never even had the opportunity to have a photo taken with a large bunny mascot, is this a common practice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qUPDFCeqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lLcid15JVrg/s1600/tumblr_l0210iwwGQ1qamucio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qUPDFCeqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lLcid15JVrg/s200/tumblr_l0210iwwGQ1qamucio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340484385536674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qUOvwHCGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Fo4XFa3sRFs/s1600/tumblr_l09n2gngh01qamucio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qUOvwHCGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Fo4XFa3sRFs/s200/tumblr_l09n2gngh01qamucio1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340479197481058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qUOY4hvsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5vcdrDYX9c/s1600/tumblr_l03kkmI2II1qamucio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qUOY4hvsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U5vcdrDYX9c/s200/tumblr_l03kkmI2II1qamucio1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340473058770626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qT9wzVURI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4MDrp1-pMwM/s1600/tumblr_kzc6tfmspq1qamucio1_r1_500.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qT9wzVURI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4MDrp1-pMwM/s200/tumblr_kzc6tfmspq1qamucio1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340187421659410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qT9ls4gvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HPf_rz2_eog/s1600/tumblr_kyzri9ZYSB1qamucio1_r1_400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qT9ls4gvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HPf_rz2_eog/s1600/tumblr_kyzri9ZYSB1qamucio1_r1_400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qT9ls4gvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HPf_rz2_eog/s200/tumblr_kyzri9ZYSB1qamucio1_r1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340184441815794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qT9OnT2bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1d4QkS58ohM/s1600/tumblr_kys098wF8K1qamucio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qT9OnT2bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1d4QkS58ohM/s200/tumblr_kys098wF8K1qamucio1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461340178244426162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- layne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-7447554536293378422?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7447554536293378422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=7447554536293378422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/7447554536293378422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/7447554536293378422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2010/04/sketchy-bunnies.html' title='Sketchy Bunnies'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S8qUPDFCeqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lLcid15JVrg/s72-c/tumblr_l0210iwwGQ1qamucio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-2116824980129884390</id><published>2010-02-05T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:11:21.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accumulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='objects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='material culture'/><title type='text'>Office Inventory</title><content type='html'>This was an exercise for a class at school looking at material culture, meanings associated with objects, and the kinds of things we have, save and keep, and why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In taking inventory of my desk/office area, I realized what a daunting task this was ultimately going to be. The amount of stuff that I am surrounded by each day, never seemed to count as actual objects before, they just existed. In thinking about my belongings, I began to consider the value either inherent, imposed, implied or created in each object, and how I might use these attached values to find order. This led me to six categories in which I could find a place for each object and that reflect the way I think about my things; Things that hold sentimental value; Things that are aesthetically pleasing; Things that are useful; Things that are useless; Things that have accumulated; Things that garbage. These categories are broad and so in some cases an object may fit into more than one category, though I chose the one that was most relevant. For example, the copper space ship sculpture my father made for me is found under “Things that hold sentimental value”, although I also find it to be stunningly beautiful and it could just as easily be found under “Things that are aesthetically pleasing”. However, my emotional attachment to the sculpture is stronger than my aesthetic attachment. My shifting relationship and interpretation with each object is also not reflected in this inventory, which shares some similarities with a photograph – capturing a particular place at a particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;This inventory is by no means a definitive look at this space, nor at my possession and the ways in which they can be organized, classified, analyzed or understood, but a beginning to a greater understanding of my own attachments to things. Within each category I have attempted to prioritize each object, although distinguishing value between objects that share the same category is far more difficult than the initial classification.&lt;br /&gt;Note: this inventory only includes the surface or my desk, side table and shelves. I have not included an inventory of the drawers, or what can be found on the floor or under my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that hold sentimental value – objects that have an emotional meaning or connection. Much of their meaning comes from the stories and memories that go along with each item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are aesthetically pleasing – objects that can be found in my office, purely as decoration. This category includes art as well as knick-knacks and trinkets that I really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are useful – objects that are in my office area to serve a purpose. This includes practical items, tools, and things with a utilitarian purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are useless – objects that are useless either in general, or that are useless in the context of being in an office when they serve no other purpose (aesthetic/decorative).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have accumulated – objects that belong elsewhere is my house, but because I am a messy person, have managed migrate and move into my office space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that garbage  - objects that just need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S2x6sf0YIhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G05F5w3PjQA/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S2x6sf0YIhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G05F5w3PjQA/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434853755203363346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that hold sentimental value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1    black framed photograph of Nick &amp;amp; Casey&lt;br /&gt;2    mini red felted mittens - part of an old art project&lt;br /&gt;1    heart shaped sticky note reads “I Love You” from Nick&lt;br /&gt;1    copper space ship – art by dad&lt;br /&gt;2    mini red felted mittens - part of an old art project&lt;br /&gt;1    handmade small green canoe – dad’s art&lt;br /&gt;1    unframed family photo at grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;1    small Swiss Army knife &amp;amp; brown leather case&lt;br /&gt;5    plastic farm animals&lt;br /&gt;          -1 pig&lt;br /&gt;          -1 duck&lt;br /&gt;          -1 small cow&lt;br /&gt;          -1 large cow&lt;br /&gt;          -1 rooster&lt;br /&gt;1    stone carved hippo&lt;br /&gt;1    Canada themed disposable camera&lt;br /&gt;1    handmade small green canoe – dad’s art&lt;br /&gt;1    hackie sack&lt;br /&gt;1     plastic mini pylon&lt;br /&gt;1    program for A Midsummer Nights’ Dream – Port Perry Production 2009&lt;br /&gt;1    blue plaid tin box (contains pencil crayons)&lt;br /&gt;1    small tin box (contains charcoal)&lt;br /&gt;1    mercy blanket from Nuitblanche&lt;br /&gt;2    salt-water taffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that are aesthetically pleasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2    red Dala Horses - gifts from mom&lt;br /&gt;      -1 large&lt;br /&gt;      -1 small&lt;br /&gt;3    antique oil cans -  part of a larger collection&lt;br /&gt;1    white leather Eames office chair&lt;br /&gt;1    black framed original collage – gift from mom&lt;br /&gt;1    bent, burned spoon  - art made by dad&lt;br /&gt;1    handmade collaged Christmas ornament&lt;br /&gt;1    photograph of iceberg in Newfoundland&lt;br /&gt;1    little Ifle tower souvenir – gift from boss, from his trip to France&lt;br /&gt;1    “Luben BoyKov” exhibition catalogue – “The Rooms” Newfoundland&lt;br /&gt;1     jar of deep red ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that are useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1    iBook – broken, painted Grey play  - used as a play prop&lt;br /&gt;1    Playstation 3 Instructions (French Booklet)&lt;br /&gt;1     blue plastic ring&lt;br /&gt;1    plastic bird beak with elastic to be worn&lt;br /&gt;1    broken purple wax teacup cast – experiment from art project&lt;br /&gt;1    pink box full of pink ribbon&lt;br /&gt;5    rough cut metal bird silhouettes (part of abandoned art project)&lt;br /&gt;1    blank wooden business card&lt;br /&gt;1    Art Matters Magazine from the AGO&lt;br /&gt;1    china bird&lt;br /&gt;1    paper bag contains:&lt;br /&gt;      1 “L” shaped bracket&lt;br /&gt;      4 1/4” wood screws&lt;br /&gt;5     white feathers&lt;br /&gt;1     black feather&lt;br /&gt;1     wooden spoon covered in red wax&lt;br /&gt;1     decorated stick (from children’s workshop)&lt;br /&gt;7     short wooden dowels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that are useful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1    Macintosh PowerBook G4, 15” Titanium Laptop&lt;br /&gt;  1    old, paint covered drafting table&lt;br /&gt;1    Sony headphones&lt;br /&gt;11    cardboard file boxes&lt;br /&gt;      -3 grey&lt;br /&gt;      -3 plain cardboard&lt;br /&gt;      -1 blue spotted&lt;br /&gt;      -5 burgundy &amp;amp; white pattern&lt;br /&gt;5    clipboards&lt;br /&gt;1    moleskin notebook&lt;br /&gt;1    pad of graph paper&lt;br /&gt;1    printer with paper&lt;br /&gt;1    black cardboard IKEA file box (contain school papers)&lt;br /&gt;1    painted wooden IKEA box with drawers&lt;br /&gt;1    speaker system (2 speakers)&lt;br /&gt;1    small spiral note pad&lt;br /&gt;1    unopened letter from The Power Plant (probably containing membership&lt;br /&gt;4    black, fine felt tip markers&lt;br /&gt;1    skinny red marker&lt;br /&gt;2    blue ink ballpoint pens&lt;br /&gt;1    black ink ballpoint pen&lt;br /&gt;2     2HB pencils&lt;br /&gt;1     mechanical pencil&lt;br /&gt;4     litho crayons (No. 1,2,4,5)&lt;br /&gt;3     Steadlter blue pencils (4H, 4H, H)&lt;br /&gt;1     pair scissors&lt;br /&gt;7     new/unsharpened 2HB pencils&lt;br /&gt;1    wire cutters&lt;br /&gt;1    round needle nose pliers&lt;br /&gt;1    stapler&lt;br /&gt;1     open package of photo mounting corners&lt;br /&gt;1    red elastic band&lt;br /&gt;5     palette knives&lt;br /&gt;      -4 plastic&lt;br /&gt;      -1 wood/metals&lt;br /&gt;1    roll of toilet paper (for nose-blowing)&lt;br /&gt;1     soft measuring tape&lt;br /&gt;1    HP Premium Photo Paper Box of 100&lt;br /&gt;1    pink halogen desk lamp&lt;br /&gt;1    HP refill Ink Cartridge&lt;br /&gt;1    pad of blue post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;1    Mac dongle&lt;br /&gt;1    3 hole punch&lt;br /&gt;1    sheet acetate&lt;br /&gt;1    ashtray made from a coke can&lt;br /&gt;1    original “Chapstick”&lt;br /&gt;1    PKG blue sticky tack&lt;br /&gt;1    Toronto Public Library Card&lt;br /&gt;2    eyeliner - charcoal and jet black&lt;br /&gt;1    pink lighter&lt;br /&gt;1    bobby pin&lt;br /&gt;10     paper clips&lt;br /&gt;14     pennies&lt;br /&gt;4    nickels&lt;br /&gt;1    dime&lt;br /&gt;1    quarter&lt;br /&gt;3    fountain pen tips&lt;br /&gt;1    alligator clip&lt;br /&gt;2    white erasers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that have accumulated/migrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1    flat cutout wooden painted puffin – decoration from Newfoundland&lt;br /&gt;2    carved wooden bracelets – purchased in Kensington&lt;br /&gt;1    jar of buttons&lt;br /&gt;3    cheap metal bracelets&lt;br /&gt;1    envelope containing 66 old black &amp;amp; white photographs&lt;br /&gt;5    cards&lt;br /&gt;      -1 from Grandparents, Christmas 2009&lt;br /&gt;      -1from boyfriend’s Mother, Christmas 2009&lt;br /&gt;      -1 from boyfriend’s sister, Christmas 2009&lt;br /&gt;      -2 blank, still in plastic&lt;br /&gt;3    “Sophisticated Finishes” 350ml bottles – copper, patina, iron surfacer&lt;br /&gt;1     pair of black shoelaces&lt;br /&gt;1     matchbox&lt;br /&gt;1     button ring&lt;br /&gt;1     pink Dodo Lab pin&lt;br /&gt;1    guitar-tuning key (glow in the dark)&lt;br /&gt;1    nightlight and light bulb&lt;br /&gt;9    CD’s&lt;br /&gt;      -burned Sin City&lt;br /&gt;      -Almost Famous Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;      -John Mayer “Heavier Things”&lt;br /&gt;      -Lord Of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;      -2 blanks CD’s&lt;br /&gt;      -burned “The Machinist”&lt;br /&gt;      -HP photosmart printer installation CD&lt;br /&gt;1    House and Home Magazine, Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;1    C Magazine&lt;br /&gt;1    dust mask&lt;br /&gt;1    unopened PKG of 10 Picture Hanging Screws – Lee Valley Tools&lt;br /&gt;1     “BASICS” cooper paint tube&lt;br /&gt;2    large industrial metal clips&lt;br /&gt;1    pink nail polish&lt;br /&gt;1    chocolate ball – gold foil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that are garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1    screwdriver missing all bits&lt;br /&gt;1    “class 2 power supply” –belongs to a missing lamp&lt;br /&gt;3    pay stubs from FRANK at the AGO&lt;br /&gt;1    “Beautiful Fictions” pamphlet from the AGO&lt;br /&gt;1    cardboard DVD cover – collector’s series “Amelie”&lt;br /&gt;1    Newfoundland and Labrador “License Renewal Application”&lt;br /&gt;11     used (dollar store) paintbrushes&lt;br /&gt;2    black fine felt tip markers that don’t work&lt;br /&gt;1    black ink ballpoint pen&lt;br /&gt;1    bottle cap (Keith’s)&lt;br /&gt;1    2009 desktop calendar&lt;br /&gt;1    broken, rusted exacto knife blade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-2116824980129884390?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/2116824980129884390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=2116824980129884390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/2116824980129884390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/2116824980129884390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2010/02/office-inventory.html' title='Office Inventory'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/S2x6sf0YIhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G05F5w3PjQA/s72-c/IMG_0962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-5152603226117933521</id><published>2009-12-14T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:58:51.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin'/><title type='text'>Martin's Owl Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYuknhpVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aUyhsyMHdRg/s1600-h/owl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Recently I found on the &lt;a href="http://www.unusualmuseums.org/"&gt;unusual museums website&lt;/a&gt; this funny collection of owls by 'Martin'. Actually, the entire Unusual Museums website is kind of odd. The website itself holds a strange collection of other strange collections and museums and is made fairly roughly and is subsequently incredibly challenging to navigate. If you can, it's definitely worth a little exploration.&lt;div&gt;I kind of have a thing for owls, so obviously &lt;a href="http://www.unusualmuseums.org/owl/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; collection popped out at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYuknhpVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aUyhsyMHdRg/s1600-h/owl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYuknhpVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aUyhsyMHdRg/s320/owl4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415183527830463826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYudC9zlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4GLfmaCC8SY/s1600-h/owl10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYudC9zlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4GLfmaCC8SY/s320/owl10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415183525798071890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYuPXfXvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AUh9Wg2HYN4/s1600-h/owl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYuPXfXvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AUh9Wg2HYN4/s320/owl3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415183522126061298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- layne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-5152603226117933521?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/5152603226117933521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=5152603226117933521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/5152603226117933521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/5152603226117933521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2009/12/martins-owl-collection.html' title='Martin&apos;s Owl Collection'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SyaYuknhpVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aUyhsyMHdRg/s72-c/owl4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-8631887898416491203</id><published>2009-12-01T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:01:38.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photograph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light bulbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Wall'/><title type='text'>Jeff Wall: Invisible Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxV10YEGTxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_VsK-IsvLrM/s1600/jeffwall-invisible.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not familiar with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Wall&lt;/span&gt;, or the photograph &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invisible Man&lt;/span&gt; in particular, I thought I would share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;The set reminds me of Dr. Hicks museum of incandescent lighting which kasey &lt;a href="http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2007/11/mount-vernon-museum-of-incandescent.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;blogged about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back in november '07.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph is based on Ralph Ellison's 1952 novel Invisible Man which focuses on a black man who falls into a forgotten cellar in New York during a street riot, and decides to stay living there. The photograph illustrates the introduction of the novel describing the basement home which is described as being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;furnished and even cluttered with his possessions, some purchased, some found, some fabricated, a few saved from before he went underground.' -Ellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is also written that the protagonist's ceiling is covered with 1,369 illegally connected light bulbs. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Perhaps you'll think strange that an invisible man should need light, desire light, love light. But maybe it exactly because I am invisible. Light confirms my reality, gives birth to my form … Without light I am not only invisible, but formless as well; and to be unaware of one's form is to live a death.' - Ellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The notion of an invisible man needing light has many connections to the general work of Wall as well. In his photographic practice his prints are displayed as light boxes, lighting characters from behind to give them form and visibility in a way to bring them into the light in society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxV10YEGTxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_VsK-IsvLrM/s320/jeffwall-invisible.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410360070028807954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;After "Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison, the Prologue 1999–2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transparency in lightbox 1740 x 2505 mm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emanuel Hoffmann Foundation, on permanent loan to the Öffentliche Kunstsammlung Basel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinematographic photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;© The artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVxhKg_NlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GDX737vhCjI/s400/invisible_d3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410355341927855698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For more information visit the &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/jeffwall/infocus/section5/img1.shtm"&gt;Tate Modern website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  or &lt;a href="http://themasticator.blogspot.com/2007/03/jeff-wall-and-ralph-ellison-invisible.html"&gt;The Masticator Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-layne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-8631887898416491203?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/8631887898416491203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=8631887898416491203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/8631887898416491203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/8631887898416491203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2009/12/jeff-wall-invisible-man.html' title='Jeff Wall: Invisible Man'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxV10YEGTxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_VsK-IsvLrM/s72-c/jeffwall-invisible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-479300400208638429</id><published>2009-12-01T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:23:14.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catalogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='École Superior Nationale des Beaux-Arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Figures du Corps: Une Leçon d’Anatomie à l’École des Beaux-Arts</title><content type='html'>I have a little dream for next year with OCAD. I am hoping to participate in our school's mobility/exchange program and spend a semester taking classes at the École Nationale Superior des Beaux-Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during some internet procrastination today I stumbled upon the school's collection/exhibition of anatomical parts; skulls, photos, bones, etc. on the &lt;a href="http://morbidanatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/review-in-english-of-figures-du-corps.html"&gt;Morbid Anatomy Blog&lt;/a&gt; and then followed up with a review of the exhibition's catalogue by the &lt;a href="http://beardedroman.com/?p=447"&gt;Bearded Roman&lt;/a&gt;. The exhibition of this collection took place October 21 2008 to Jan 4th 2009 at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The catalogue is an ode to the bewildering and wonderful arsenal of contraptions, tools, plaster casts, photographs, and any other useful aid created to assist artists in the study of human and animal figures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the greatest costs in training was the hiring of live models. As a result, contraptions of all kinds–mannequins, photographs, stereoscope images–were made to substitute, or perhaps more accurately, supplement, models. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are quite beautiful and perhaps when I study there I could get a chance to have a glimpse of the real thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqt4IxVpI/AAAAAAAAADw/kz2Y4X8IvFI/s1600/3545744240_641edbb50b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqt4IxVpI/AAAAAAAAADw/kz2Y4X8IvFI/s320/3545744240_641edbb50b_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410347863751349906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqtp4qeXI/AAAAAAAAADo/N51P830WvG8/s1600/3545745750_ff2c69a8f8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqtp4qeXI/AAAAAAAAADo/N51P830WvG8/s320/3545745750_ff2c69a8f8_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410347859925694834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqtNn_NJI/AAAAAAAAADg/bIXiI-b21yQ/s1600/3545742762_76b13a112e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqtNn_NJI/AAAAAAAAADg/bIXiI-b21yQ/s320/3545742762_76b13a112e_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410347852339557522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqsz3iGhI/AAAAAAAAADY/aaTJ4vKkIqo/s1600/3544936739_116ec3a6be_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqsz3iGhI/AAAAAAAAADY/aaTJ4vKkIqo/s320/3544936739_116ec3a6be_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410347845425437202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqsQGuLwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XpJXQbDBGqM/s1600/3544935655_f7eaf19f1e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqsQGuLwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XpJXQbDBGqM/s320/3544935655_f7eaf19f1e_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410347835825467138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- layne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-479300400208638429?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/479300400208638429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=479300400208638429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/479300400208638429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/479300400208638429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2009/12/figures-du-corps-une-lecon-danatomie.html' title='Figures du Corps: Une Leçon d’Anatomie à l’École des Beaux-Arts'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SxVqt4IxVpI/AAAAAAAAADw/kz2Y4X8IvFI/s72-c/3545744240_641edbb50b_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-5187077875655218744</id><published>2009-10-14T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:29:08.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vault</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Marissa over at &lt;a href="http://www.tinygrants.ca/"&gt;tinygrants&lt;/a&gt; (an amazing project!) and the author of art blog the last place on earth you probably want to be sent me an email when she came across an artist she knew i would just love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Pardington’s works are beautiful. I remember visiting a museum in Banff as a child and being fascinated with the darkness of their museum – and it was full of dead stuffed animals. There is something both eerie and magical in that type of feeling, and these photographs capture it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDkHotjjI/AAAAAAAAADI/LeSa1w-ByMU/s1600-h/wet_room_3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDkHotjjI/AAAAAAAAADI/LeSa1w-ByMU/s320/wet_room_3_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392501522882727474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDjxnU9gI/AAAAAAAAADA/SDHs_Umrmag/s1600-h/film_archive_4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDjxnU9gI/AAAAAAAAADA/SDHs_Umrmag/s320/film_archive_4_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392501516971341314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDjTmI1bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jYy8Td-uRik/s1600-h/land-vertebrates-store-2-2008-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDjTmI1bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jYy8Td-uRik/s320/land-vertebrates-store-2-2008-m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392501508913288626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDi1l991I/AAAAAAAAACw/nBWF9r5RWxY/s1600-h/entomology_store_1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDi1l991I/AAAAAAAAACw/nBWF9r5RWxY/s320/entomology_store_1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392501500859512658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDijfRYGI/AAAAAAAAACo/X_ajDdY32u0/s1600-h/card_catalogue_1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDijfRYGI/AAAAAAAAACo/X_ajDdY32u0/s320/card_catalogue_1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392501495999586402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic collections, in this case held by our public collectors….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kasey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this post can also be seen on http://kaseylee.wordpress.com/  a blog about kasey's collection/museum based curatorial thesis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-5187077875655218744?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/5187077875655218744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=5187077875655218744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/5187077875655218744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/5187077875655218744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2009/10/vault.html' title='The Vault'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/StYDkHotjjI/AAAAAAAAADI/LeSa1w-ByMU/s72-c/wet_room_3_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-3491131248277548942</id><published>2009-09-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:58:38.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barney Smith's Toilet Seat Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smallpotatoesmusic.com/GRAPHICS/bsmith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.smallpotatoesmusic.com/GRAPHICS/bsmith.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kasey sent me a link (http://www.unusualmuseums.org/) to the "Unusual Museums of the Internet" which I then followed, happening upon Barney Smith's Toilet Seat Museum.&lt;br /&gt;His 'art' astounds me. &lt;br /&gt;So does the sheer size of his collection. What I would like to know is what first drove him to create these decorated toilet seat lids? I can see how easily it is to get caught up once you've started, but why did you start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: I just found an article about Barney (http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/6166) saying that he used to be a plumber before he retired so he is comfortable with the medium, but also that it all began when he needed a surface on which to mount a set of antlers, and the toilet seat happened to be the right size. And the rest is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-3491131248277548942?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/3491131248277548942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=3491131248277548942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/3491131248277548942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/3491131248277548942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2009/09/barney-smiths-toilet-seat-museum.html' title='Barney Smith&apos;s Toilet Seat Museum'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-6839289441739718460</id><published>2008-10-07T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:51:57.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new treasures</title><content type='html'>During countless hours on my throne as Queen of Procrastination, I have made a couple new discoveries in the realm of collecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is a book I'm currently reading. I was perusing a bookstore recently and it just caught my eye as the title reads "Collections of Nothing", and anything with the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;collections&lt;/span&gt; on it seems to jump out at me.  It is part memoir, part reflection "of the mania of acquisition". It tells the story of the author, William Davies King, and his relationships and experiences with collecting 'nothing' throughout his life. Although I haven't finished it yet, it is a touching, wry and amusing dissection of the art of collecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwpNTHTYmI/AAAAAAAAABM/SJw_4XPjsr0/s1600-h/51r14YAQPoL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwpNTHTYmI/AAAAAAAAABM/SJw_4XPjsr0/s320/51r14YAQPoL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254620173680468578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another discovery I made was just tonight, during one of those long internet adventures that seems endless. You know, the ones where you start with a specific aim, find it, but then also find something else, so you click on that, and then at the new place you discover another exciting link...and so on and so forth until it takes you on a wonderful journey deep into the bowels of the interslice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. What I found was a set of collection themed photos on flickr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://flickr.com/photos/birdinthehand/sets/72157602804722087/with/2887199501/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a photo of her small antique photo collection, and then of a scissor collection as well. The scissor collection had also previously been assembled as a mobile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwqrYlxRuI/AAAAAAAAABU/5i-AbBrXDHs/s1600-h/2468424525_8c9dc700e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwqrYlxRuI/AAAAAAAAABU/5i-AbBrXDHs/s320/2468424525_8c9dc700e7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254621790058137314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwrISrrCEI/AAAAAAAAABc/h_p-iHtMA4Y/s1600-h/2297512632_6621f0b924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwrISrrCEI/AAAAAAAAABc/h_p-iHtMA4Y/s320/2297512632_6621f0b924.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254622286688487490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...what happens if the mobile breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- layne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-6839289441739718460?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/6839289441739718460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=6839289441739718460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6839289441739718460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6839289441739718460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-treasures.html' title='new treasures'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwpNTHTYmI/AAAAAAAAABM/SJw_4XPjsr0/s72-c/51r14YAQPoL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-4703089724077222069</id><published>2008-08-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:48:24.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>collection based works of art</title><content type='html'>this is an essay I wrote for a school project describing the project - a virtual gallery exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curio&lt;br /&gt;Collection based works of art&lt;br /&gt;by Casey Hinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In an era where material objects are so easily disposed of, it is interesting, in comparison, to examine what is saved and collected.  Collections tell us something about our arbitrary attachment of value to objects and, in turn, our habits and the rituals we indulge in, in order to create some sort of order or sense of organization in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;  My intrigue surrounding collections as art pieces and collecting as an inquisitive art form  began as a child, growing up in a house that seemed to have an  already established collection of everything my creativity could desire. My mother collected bowling balls, lamps, bits of neat paper, feathers, umbrellas, costumes, old maps,  broken pieces of china, ribbon, scraps of leather and suede, and art supplies. My father collected shiny bits of metal, glass and wire, old machinery, musical instruments,  kites, juggling equipment,  didgeridoos, magnets, anvils,  and LED lights. Collecting was a creative activity much encouraged by my parents, which led to my own compulsive collections of all sorts, many of which are still in boxes and jars tucked away, as I am unable to part with them. For me, collecting is a spiritual act of fulfillment. I generally save things that might be considered junk, rather than actively going out and collecting some particular object. The things that I save seem to represent some sort of potential and it’s easy to imagine what I could do with all of these things, whether or not I actually get around to it. &lt;br /&gt; Deciding on the theme of collections was an easy step in the creation of the show as it is a theme, or perhaps, obsession, that seems to transcend all areas of my life and so it  was a natural fit. Upon selecting collections, Canadian artist Aganetha Dyck popped into my mind, with her collection based works often using many buttons, coat hangers or sweaters. From this starting point I set off to research and my own collection of artists began to grow.&lt;br /&gt; The show in particular, deals with a sort of narrative that takes the viewer from small, odd collections, moving them to a larger and larger scale until they are confronted with a mass collection - a depiction of how our culture and society collects as an entity. &lt;br /&gt; Upon first entering the space, Magdelana Abakanowicz burlap and resin figures create a crowd through which the guest must weave their way in order to enter the show. My intention with this immediate large scale instillation was to create a sense of wonder and curiosity that I feel is a necessary frame of mind to be in, in order to better appreciate the works.   The first area in the show contains a series of mixed-media, collage based works by up-and-coming artist Layne Hinton, using keys as her linking collection throughout each piece. The rest of the room is full of small drawers and cupboards, each labeled by a different collection which spread and thin out throughout the gallery space. After investigating these everyday collections of such things as, paperclips, rubber bands, marbles and old keys, the viewer moves into a crisper, cleaner space with fewer and fewer drawers, giving the feeling of moving from an old museum atmosphere to a contemporary gallery space.&lt;br /&gt; The second room contains 2 large, lit shelving units with a different piece on each side. The first contains a real collection of light bulbs, borrowed from the Mount Vernon Museum of Incandescent Lighting in Baltimore. The display is merely a slice of the size of the original collection, but also contains the original drawings and diagrams of the light bulbs done by Dr. Hicks, the owner of the Museum and the worlds largest collection of light bulbs. Following this collection are Aganetha Dyck’s Canned Buttons (1984) a series of jars filled with colour buttons and beeswax. In the second lit case are a series of found-object based works by Michael Poulton, called A Shelf full of Round Things, borrowed from the Museum of Temporary Art, in Kirkfield Ontario. The last case contains a series of beautifully crafted spinning tops that has been borrowed from the Museum at Purgatory, an imaginary museum created by Nick Bantock.&lt;br /&gt; Scale becomes a more prominent detail as the third room is entered. A large installation sculpture by David Mach made from stacked magazines and newspapers seems to swallow up a large portion of the room. Following this is a sculpture by Marc Andre Robinson made from stacked chairs held together only by gravity. The final piece in the show is a photograph by Chris Jordan of stacks of brown paper bags that represents the massive scale of collections in a much more global or collective sense.&lt;br /&gt; Each of these artists also have an interest in collections. Artist Layne Hinton has drawer after drawer full of all sort of everyday collections. She claims she is unable to get rid of any of them and is starting new collections all the time. Aganetha Dyck started her collection of buttons by accident - she rented a studio space and when she was given the keys, she opened the space to discover that it was full, waist high, with buttons, seemingly forcing a collection upon her and giving direction to some of her early works. Michael Poulton labels and display all of his mundane, bizarre objects, claiming that as soon as something is displayed and labeled it is suddenly given validation as an art piece. His obsession is not only collecting, but documenting and the two seem to go hand in hand. Nick Bantock wrote a fictitious book The Museum at Purgatory in order to create a home and a back story for each bizarre collection or series of works he has created.&lt;br /&gt; I attempted to bring together artists of all kinds - both beginning as well as mature and to mix together a variety of styles and mediums to bring the question of curiosity and collecting to the front. The design of the show was  an attempt to create a narrative that went from intrigue and curiosity of the small and mundane collections and then to awe and astonishment of the large scale of collections. This narrative displayed the beauty that can be found in the mundane that may otherwise be overlooked and brought to light whether collecting and a collection is an art form in itself, since every one seems to collect something. The space also addresses this narrative, starting off with a musty, old, antique feeling of a museum or curiosity cabinet of the 17th century and then blending in with a modern, contemporary space. &lt;br /&gt; There are still many questions about collections left to be answered: Why do people collect? What constitutes a collection - when is a grouping of objects considered a collection? and What do people collect? Are collections art or merely a form of display culture or documentation? These are all  questions that will continue to interest me and that I will continue to investigate, however in the mean time, a show on the act and the art of collecting should cure some of my own curiosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-4703089724077222069?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/4703089724077222069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=4703089724077222069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/4703089724077222069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/4703089724077222069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2008/08/collection-based-works-of-art.html' title='collection based works of art'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-6138428781882016941</id><published>2008-03-26T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:01:23.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R-qPYYk433I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yz55cMbcTKs/s1600-h/n500235972_684889_9195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R-qPYYk433I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yz55cMbcTKs/s400/n500235972_684889_9195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182111970319982450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother collects bowling balls. I don't know how it started, or why, but she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the moving sculpture in my parents back yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-6138428781882016941?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/6138428781882016941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=6138428781882016941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6138428781882016941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6138428781882016941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mother-collects-bowling-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R-qPYYk433I/AAAAAAAAABE/Yz55cMbcTKs/s72-c/n500235972_684889_9195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-6129557157691568853</id><published>2007-11-20T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:18:54.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light bulbs'/><title type='text'>the mount vernon museum of incandescent lighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R0My_1jETcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kozBMO4le-k/s1600-h/mvim4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R0My_1jETcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kozBMO4le-k/s320/mvim4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135004072419806658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hicks - a dentist - collected, in his lifetime, over 75 000 light bulbs. He has every shape, size and kind, some of historical and scientific significance. He started a museum in his basement which still exists today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-6129557157691568853?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/6129557157691568853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=6129557157691568853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6129557157691568853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/6129557157691568853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2007/11/mount-vernon-museum-of-incandescent.html' title='the mount vernon museum of incandescent lighting'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R0My_1jETcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kozBMO4le-k/s72-c/mvim4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-8784152072456236892</id><published>2007-11-19T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:08:02.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some responses I recieved when asking friends:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; what do you collect?&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jess wrote:&lt;/span&gt; i collect vintage fine china teacups and saucers that i rabidly outbid old ladies for at estate auctions...that's right, i go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also collect books and interesting magazines...and words and bits of paper with quotes and scribbles on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiden wrote:&lt;/span&gt; My family and I collect coins. Especially really old ones, or ones from across the sea. Euros, Crowns, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heather wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I used to collect a lot of things when I was a kid. But not only would I collect, I would put them on display in my room and change around the display every few days. These were things that I had tons of.......&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns.&lt;br /&gt;The Lion King stuff&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Dead butterflies??!!&lt;br /&gt;Smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;Spice Girls. I had everything... and even stole a sticker from a friend's sister because I was so desperate. (I still feel guilty)&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have purged myself of most of those things... I just collect random business cards, or pamphlets, pictures or wrappers or anything to remind me of a trip or of a really good day and just throw it in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;I collect emails and can't let go of some of them.&lt;br /&gt;And I collect history books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the things you collect just make you happy... and show who you are or what you are interested during that time in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;burton wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I have a stamp collection. It's pretty freakin sweet. I have these rare princess Diana stamps that were from BEFORE she was dead...I should get them appraised and then sell them to fuel my drinking habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nell wrote:&lt;/span&gt; Small boxes - I like them because they are small and cute, and I can use them to store small objects like paper clips, elastics, coins, nails, ect... I also collect small glass bottels and little figurines becasue they remind me of my childhood.Then there is teapots- I like them because they are round and their rounded shape is very comforting to look at, like a mother or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;julia wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I collect lunch boxes and have done since I was 18. I've got a total of 22 of them and still collecting more. 4 of them are Betty Boop style, the rest are all random ranging from board game style (candy land and monopoly) to fun character style (harry potter, willy wonka, felix the cat and I love Lucy) to baseball style (blue jays) to even pirate style! (skull and cross bones) Not only can you store your lunch in these fabulous boxes made of tin or plastic, but they can store candles, matches, small books (ie secret diaries) makeup, medicine, guitar pics, coins and many more little trinkets that you love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brian wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I don't have any hobbies based around collecting, where I'm actively looking to add to my collection just for the sake of having a bigger collection, but when it comes to stuff like art supplies, and like, music i think, i have a hard time throwing stuff out or deleting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of canvases taking up space in my room which i may never use, as well as all kinds of plasticene and other sculpting type stuff. I can't throw this shit out because I'm really afraid if i do, i'll end up wishing I had it at a later date that I couldnt have forseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, when I can't find something like that that I know I have, I have a tendancy to just give up and buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think collecting stuff like that is because they represent potential and it's easy to imagine so many things that COULD be made. I think it feels like i can if i want to, wether I do or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ashleigh wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I have a TON of dolphin figurines (and other dolphin stuff - posters, a bunch of my bathroom stuff, lamps, etc).... it's not a collection based on ME doing the collecting so much as I just like dolphins so my parents (and other people!) find it really easy to give me birthday/Christmas gifts that have dolphins on 'em 'cause they know I'll like 'em. Same goes for Mickey Mouse stuff... I have SO much stuff with Mickey on it, from watches that I wear daily to sheets, to tshirts to a giant poster to stuffed animals, etc.... Same thing there: I don't consiously collect the stuff, but most of it's given to me because people know I'll like it because it has Mickey on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;broucklyn wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I collect sand from every beach i've been to on vacation, while I'm there I buy a little glass jar collect the sand; every jar it different and they are lined up in my room always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kay wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I think its really crazy that kids have albums of stickers. Every single kid has a sticker album! I still have mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bonnie wrote:&lt;/span&gt; I collect rocks....rocks from the Leslie St spit, rocks from the beaches of Nova Scotia, rocks from the street, rocks from any and all beaches I have ever been to. I now have a HUGE collection of different coloured pebbles from around the world after completing the Reflection Park project. I also have a HUGE collection of rocks from the foundation of my barn. These will be turned into a stone wall that will weave in and out of the 50 ft. spruce trees in my back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect glass bits, beach glass, broken tiles, broken dishes for inclusion in panels I create or mosaics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a collection of Barbie dolls - the first one that came out all the way to Skipper and Francine! My aunt would make lovely little gowns for them to wear.&lt;br /&gt;I collect vintage clothing and shoes and fabrics. I love the fabrics so much but I'm always afraid to make anything with them, in case I change my mind or run out half way through or something lame like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect Santas. I have paper mache Santas from Mexico, wooden Santas, glass Santas, metal santas, santas shaped like stars, santas with long beards, short beards, santas christmas card holders, santa candy dishes! Many, many, many Santas! Enough with the Santas everybody! Buy me jewels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-8784152072456236892?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/8784152072456236892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=8784152072456236892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/8784152072456236892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/8784152072456236892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-responses-i-recieved-when-asking_19.html' title=''/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878040064726779812.post-2002079043467892414</id><published>2007-11-19T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:55:02.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disposable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='material world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pack-rats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving'/><title type='text'>the value of objects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R0Hpk1jETbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FfiDZAxeSDU/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R0Hpk1jETbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FfiDZAxeSDU/s400/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134641869237800370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a family obsessed with collecting, saving, keeping, hoarding and recycling everything, has left me fascinated with collections and collecting. Living in such a material world, it is interesting to think about the value we attach to certain objects - the commodity fetishism and socially constructed values and prices attached to objects that are, in actuality, much higher than the production value of these objects. Instead of simply buying the object needed or desired, you are throwing down extra money to buy the "lifestyle" or "brand" associated with this object, and the ideologies that are embedded. This hierarchy of value is interesting to look at in comparison to our own personal value, often considered to be priceless, that we attach to certain objects. On the other hand, in an era where material objects are so easily disposed of,  it is interesting to examine what is saved and collected.&lt;br /&gt;   This blog is an attempt to explore and study collections, collectors, savers, hoarders and pack-rats,  to discuss and debate what constitutes as a collection, to examine and research the reasons behind value, and why we collect and how we display collections as objects of beauty, art, obsession, compulsion and neurosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878040064726779812-2002079043467892414?l=neuroticcollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/feeds/2002079043467892414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878040064726779812&amp;postID=2002079043467892414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/2002079043467892414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878040064726779812/posts/default/2002079043467892414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuroticcollections.blogspot.com/2007/11/value-of-objects.html' title='the value of objects'/><author><name>casey &amp;amp; layne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11352147233443528524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/SOwxGPGnyCI/AAAAAAAAABw/9qE3JtDluw8/S220/cut_paste+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SRWdd14y6Do/R0Hpk1jETbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FfiDZAxeSDU/s72-c/DSC01737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
