Hi, hi, hi!
First, I'd like to share this photo this girl Chelsea sent me of her friend Johnny S. I think it's neat.
It's about 26yds (a little bit more, though) and weighs 3oz.
Medium to bulky weight. Some thin strands included.
Because I drank too damn much last night in a damn short amount of damn time, I slept all damn day. I had the television on, and someone said something that really stuck in my head and made me wake up: "All actions have equal reactions." Something like that.
So, I put that line in this collage I made tonight:
I listed a scary sounds Halloween CD in my Etsy store. I was looking through my CDs, which I hadn't done in awhile since they were at my apartment, not at my mother's, and I saw a CD labeled "Tape Destruction 1-4". It was this thing I'd made before leaving to Portland to do my CubistLiterature (aka NAZIRECTIONS) show.
Basically the "Tape Destruction" is a whole bunch of recordings mixed together to make a sound collage. Then I learned the the tape destruction process, which involves very carefully stretching/fucking up a cassette tape's tape-thing the music's recorded on. Learning that was sort of annoying cuz I'd always break the tape and have to get a new cassette to work with.
It's really insane all the recording I used to do, you know, back before joining Etsy. I remember one weekend night when I recorded the sounds of microphone feedback. I was sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth with the mic in my hands, and then I'd just move the position of my hands over the top of the mic. All of this manipulated the amount of feedback I'd get.
I feel like I was more productive then, when I wasn't on Etsy.
Anyways, I listed that CD for five dollars. It's meant for background music while you're passing out candy or something, but if you're like me, you'd listen to it while chilling out, sewing, and drinking some beer.
My favorite quotes from yesterday:
1. From "The Cosby Show": "I don't have a sister, but if I did, I'm sure she'd be stupid."
2. From a telephone call with my friend Elizabeth, who said: "Oh my god, I'm going to kill our maid."
Hi, my name is Craig Hunter, and I live alone in a neat two bedroom apartment in Houston, Texas. I'm in my fifth year at the University of Saint Thomas, majoring in English, minoring in women's studies. (However, I should have majored in philosophy.)
I was just trying to explain to someone in an e-mail about how and when I started crafting, and I told him I pretty much started in highschool. I know I started before then, but from now on, the story is I started in highschool, pretty much altering my clothing and doing other things like that, including music. There's this fat (not tiny) voice in my head that's always pitching ideas at me: "Hey, it'd be cool if you did that like this!" or "What if you put this here?" or "Dude, let's drink some beer." As a result, I'm constantly going, my mind's always racing and thinking of new ideas for anything. In my eyes, anything can be turned into something special.
So, my shop name is Cubist Literature, which is also the name of everything else I do, including my musical solo-project (yes, I hate that term). My shop is on the wonderful Etsy.com, and I'm best known for making t-shirts, I suppose. T-shirts are what I first started selling on Etsy, and I still regularly list those as well. I also sell skirts, supplies, my music, cuffs, and various other things. I'm constantly trying out new ideas, as I'm still trying to familiarize myself with the sewing machine (once I sewed my finger and the needle when through the fingernail and the needle broke and I had to pull it out!) and with screenprinting (it's a messy ordeal). Sometimes when I'm trying out ideas, I make something that I just fall in love with! So, I have a few favorite items: my CheGuevara/snowman True Love shirt, my Portland Is… shirt, and the cummerbund belt. Those are just a few examples of letting my mind wander and focus to the point where I get something I didn't expect. It's really cool!
Being a guy who sews and crafts is harder than a lot of people think. (There are a lot of guys who screenprint, so that's a medium I often feel alienated from, it seems. I just get a feeling.) I've had to teach myself pretty much everything I do. My mother didn't teach me how to use my sewing machine, so I had to use the hell out of Google and do so much trial and error. Usually when people find out I'm a guy who sews and knits (and etc.), I usually feel like a novelty or an outsider—sorta like a girl on a football or wrestling team. I think I'm just doing my part in promoting the DIY spirit and in becoming self-reliant (reasonably so, of course). It seems most people have a problem with self-analysis, looking within, learning their limits, etc., but I don't want to be like that.