A Daily Thing

The Cult of Done

Posted in regular by Sabine on March 20, 2010

The Cult of Done is a manifesto written in 20 minutes because the author, Bre Pettis, only had 20 minutes to do it.  Ha!!  Its 13 points all make great sense and re-invigorate me every time I read it.

And it exists in poster form (courtesy of Joshua Rothhaas), which I obviously really want (I even have a wall already picked out for it, Christian what do you say?).

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Best use of 10 francs I can think of

Posted in regular by Sabine on February 25, 2010

So those nonsensical crazy Dadaists had interesting stationery to their name.

And looky: 10 francs would buy you a ‘Dada consultation’!  Not quire sure what that would entail, but it must have been a very interesting use of 10 francs.

Which by the way would have been more of a little fortune back in the day than it sounds.  I bet it was worth every centime.

And just because I’m wearing my off-white ones on my little feet, I couldn’t resist the letterhead from the Converse Rubber Shoes Co.

There are many many more where that came from.  You have to admit, beats the hell out of email.

Letterheady via Reddit.

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A little French number

Posted in photo, regular by Sabine on February 7, 2010

There have been many things to adapt to for me since moving from France to Australia, and this is the beginning of an attempt to explain.

Christian says the concept of ‘bis’ puzzles him. Even after having lived in an 11th arrondissement Parisian apartment located at number 30 bis.

I don’t think I can explain because for me it’s one of these things you accept exist and never question: two houses or buildings have the same street number and the second one is ‘bis’ so as not to be confused with the first one. It’s not a weird urban planning concept, a strange way to divide land lots (all Christian’s chain of reasoning and probably valid points), it just is.

And it makes for pretty signs mixing numbers with letters.

This one is from a house in Albert Park and I always slow down to look if I’m driving past, or clap my hands and go ‘French number French number’ when Christian is driving.  It doesn’t get old for me (for him, probably).

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