christine buckton tillman

Waiting for flight one of three. View high resolution

Waiting for flight one of three.

A short history of the high five

jkottke:

For the latest installment of Grantland’s 30 for 30 short documentary series, a story on the genesis of the high five and what happened to one of its inventors. This video is chock full of amazing vintage footage of awkward high fives. [Weird aside: The sound on this video is only coming out of the left channel. Is that a subtle homage to the one-handed gesture or a sound mixing boner?]

High Fives are my favorite.

Drying rack progress. Robert gets all the credit. View high resolution

Drying rack progress. Robert gets all the credit.

So apparently I’m going here next week. View high resolution

So apparently I’m going here next week.

Drying rack for the mister’s screenprinting studio in our basement. It was brown this morning. 8 hours of scrubbing revealed this beautiful powder blue. Studio should be up and running by mid August. View high resolution

Drying rack for the mister’s screenprinting studio in our basement. It was brown this morning. 8 hours of scrubbing revealed this beautiful powder blue. Studio should be up and running by mid August.

Polly keeps taking out all the paint an organizing it on my table. I told her I would make a painting using just those colors. View high resolution

Polly keeps taking out all the paint an organizing it on my table. I told her I would make a painting using just those colors.

"A flower. I made it for you." View high resolution

"A flower. I made it for you."

Follow up to yesterday’s post. “Put them all back.” View high resolution

Follow up to yesterday’s post. “Put them all back.”

When I was little I used to play with all my mom’s  spools of thread. Lining them up. Building castles. I have really vivid memories of this.
Polly likes to open the drawer that has all my gouache in it and play with them. These days she wants to like them all up on my table. “Put them in a line” she says. View high resolution

When I was little I used to play with all my mom’s spools of thread. Lining them up. Building castles. I have really vivid memories of this.
Polly likes to open the drawer that has all my gouache in it and play with them. These days she wants to like them all up on my table. “Put them in a line” she says.

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