Objects of Curiosity: Book House

While in San Diego we had the awesome opportunity to see Aaron T. Stephan’s Building Houses/Hiding Under Rocks, a cube-hut of books that I was magnetically drawn to because it reminded me of The Raw Shark Texts (blogged here). Besides being an object of pure curiosity, the cube was built with great precision — none of titles of any of the books were visible because we're meant to forget that these are books. The center of the cube is carved into a sphere so carefully the interior acoustics are enhanced like a tiny amphitheater for one.

I suppose I'd be the perfect place to read over drafts of your own poetry aloud alone, letting your own voice, traveling through your own words, return back to you from the walls of books.

I could of stayed in there all day, but it was a behind-closed-doors exhibit at the New Children's Museum and we had to wander the rest of the place.

If I'm ever near another one of Aaron T. Stephan’s exhibits, I'll definitely want to check it out.

King of the Rice Puffs

If only I could get Joe to grow a matching mustache ...

I think you all get the idea how we got here. It's the same way we got to the Chili powder pile and the sauce sea. It's the same reason his carseat is perpetually full of snacks. The kid likes to dump his food all over the whole world, then splash around in it. He has a zest for life.

Take your son to work

And he ends up naked covered in water from a bird bath.

Taken, upon Jill's request, while Elizabeth was taking a nursing break during her session.