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The Great Tumblr Book Search entry: FYASO!
F*** Yeah Art Student Owl is a meme that was created by Kendra Wells in 2011. It has remained active over the past two years, recently winning the CollegeScholarships.org 2012 blogging scholarship. Today it has over 62,000 followers from across the globe!
Snarky, overworked artists and art students have come together to submit and commiserate over FYASO posts. There have been over 7,000 unique posts, almost all of which are user-submitted!
FYASO fans have also created original Owl-inspired works of art!
All this got me thinking…
THERE SHOULD BE A FYASO ART BOOK!!!
The most popular posts could be paired with original art, photography, and design to create a unique book-readin’ experience that is itself a work of art.
By nature a book made for artists, by artists is going to be beautiful and painful(ly funny).
So consider FYASO, Chronicle! Art kids need more books.
We keep getting paint on ours.
Why Did You Buy This Book Filled With Pictures of Some Weird Girl, Dad? Did You Think I Would Be Into This? Why Didn't You Just Get Me a Gift Card?
This is an entry for Chronicle Books’ search for the next great blog-based humor book.
Synopsis: How do we use clothes? As shields? As rapier? As art? As form signifying content? As mere necessity? As bourgeois aspiration, or as a refusal of such? A mysterious artist known only as Gowns takes pictures of herself doing errands, because she has no functions to attend, no street photographers who have stopped her while she does errands, and no money. She uploads her pictures to fashion sites, where her routine tasks performed in sweatpants interrupt the flow of commodity fetishism. Her blank gaze suggests that there is no aspirational future — the idea of progress is a lie. Look upon her average frame. She is the everywoman. She is us all.
Hurrah to Julia!
You know how Julia Child’s kitchen is on display at the Smithsonian?
You also know how Julia Child was 6’2”?
How much cooler is her kitchen because she had it specially built with raised counters to accommodate her height? It just makes you stop and think about it for just a second longer. It’s no longer just any old kitchen that you might see in an IKEA store room but it’s Julia Child’s special kitchen for super tall ladies.
Yes I realize that Julia Child changed the face of American cooking but I like to think that it was her unique kitchen that pushed the Smithsonian to say Yes! Rip it out of her house and bring it here! We’ll put it right between Kermit the Frog and the Ruby Slippers.
Also here’s the other cool thing about Julia Child - she was 6’2” and she was born in 1912. That’s before the government started pumping multi-vitamins in the air and putting calcium in our cartoons or whatever they did to make us all giants. If you have ever been a tall woman trying to buy vintage clothing, you know that ladies were tiny back then. Julia must have been a force to be reckoned with!
You know that saying “Difference brings Greatness”? No? Maybe because I just made it up. But don’t you think that because Julia Child was already so different, she wasn’t afraid to try new things, break down boundaries and change the face of cooking forever?
I personally wouldn’t want to get her in way when she was holding a knife.
So this post is for Julia, who was tall before it was cool. I’m proud to walk in your footsteps*
*If only because your shoes are the only vintage shoes that actually fit.
1. Daily Dose of Samantics
2. There is a nineteen year old girl that frantically runs around the streets of Manhattan with her 18x24 portfolio in hand. She has to take ten classes a semester to graduate on time at a prestigious fashion design school. Not being able to afford renting an apartment there is only one option left if she wants to graduate in four years, she has to commute. Now she is on the same schedule as a majority of neurotic working adults, running on nothing but caffeine and their hatred for the careers. This girls name is Samantha, and this is only a small daily dose of samantics.
3. Examples of things that happen on the commute:
Just saw a group of extremely masculine men walk out of the One
Direction store next to Penn Station. I accidentally made eye contact with one of them and he said, “Girl, do not look at me like that. This is for my sister. Bitches love family men.”
Today some guy thought I was Jen. Jen works at the adult video store near Port Authority, and she was apparently in charge of running some Christmas themed peep show. Apparently she was late for her job because this guy followed me down the street freaking out how I am never on time. When I turned around and he realized I wasn’t Jen we both awkwardly stared at each other and he quietly turned around and ran away.
Homeless guy near port authority was yelling that life is a bitch and then this guy wearing a suit repeated him. Soon enough after that everyone near the cross walks was yelling life is a bitch. I was really hoping that someone would start singing life is a bitch and that people would start dancing. It would have been the best spontaneous Broadway musical ever.
Guy on the bus walks on with a red dress shirt and white bell bottom jeans and the bus driver asks to see his ticket. The guy hands over the ticket and the bus driver looks at it and says, “Sorry this bus doesn’t go to funky town.”
A guy just sat next to me on the bus and assumed I was Jewish. He spent ten minutes talking about how hard it is to find a nice Jewish girl on the bus and asked me what temple I go to. When I responded that I was a member of St. Gabe’s catholic church he got up an moved to the back of the bus. Then the guy in front of me turned around and said “Jesus sure saved you from that guy.” So in conclusion, taking the bus at 1pm might be more entertaining than taking the bus at 7am.
I'm an Asshole: The great tumblr Book search.
I saw this contest was going on and I figured “Hey, everyone likes seeing an unsuspecting someone being called out as an asshole - maybe they’d like it in print as well”.
So I’m formally submitting “I’m an asshole” to this contest. I don’t know what the criteria is for winning, but I imagine it has something to do with notes. So like it, reblog it, or pass it along.
Who knows, if the good folks at Chronicle Books like it enough it might warrant breaking out the old asshole stick again… cause god knows, there’s no shortage of assholes around.
Book Title: Sorry, I’m an asshole.