New York Times writer Sonia Zjawinski looks at pet-centric people designing furniture and homes with their animals in mind. Some clever ideas for dogs, cats, and turtles. Read Raising the Bar on Pet Décor.
View the Dog Art Today Pet Décor Archives.
Recently featured at the Armory show in Manhattan, Bad Dog by Richard Jackson is one of the many pieces that had a "bite that hands that feeds" vibe. Read why:
[It] represents a dog lifting its leg in satiny cast aluminum. The idea is that when a collector buys it and installs it
in his home, the dog will, by means of attached plumbing, spray red
paint on the proud new owner’s wall. This calls to mind that chestnut
of modernist lore, Jackson Pollack
drunkenly urinating in his patron Peggy Guggenheim’s fireplace. The
moral of the story being: artists are wild, and collectors are tame,
but not above vicariously enjoying the wildness of artists. — via Ken Johnson, The New York Times
Hilarious. Contact Hauser & Wirth if you're interested.
Read how one man turned a NYC dog run into a community. Powerful and bittersweet. Via The New York Times courtesy of my mom.
Tomorrow marks the 4 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Artist Josh Neufeld's new graphic novel A.D.: New Orleans After the Deluge
follows the story of 7 New Orleans residents confronting the storm and reflecting on the aftermath.
Several of the "characters" must face the storm and evacuation with their pups. I hope they all survived.
Read The New York Times article about the novel.
Videos and behind the scenes info about the making of the novel at Smith, the online story magazine that collaborated with Neufeld on the project.
Visit Josh Neufeld's website for lots more.
The New York Times reports that in several scientific studies, more than half the subjects were able successfully match breed to owner or even person to pet. Results were far better than chance. OK, there is one study that disproves the theory, but the Times’s slide show of readers and their dogs anectdotally makes a compelling case. Read the article. Click here to submit your photo.
Over at the New York Times, John Tierney looks at new research that indicates animals might actually feel regret. Then, at his TierneyLab Blog he asks for help compiling the list of Top 10 Pet Regrets. Submit your stories of animal regret and you could win The Parrot’s Lament; And Other True Tales of Animal Intrigue, Intelligence, and Ingenuity, or the new book by Marc Bekoff and Jessica Pierce, Wild Justice: The Moral Lives of Animals.
I love that the Times is getting all interactive.
BTW, as a Dachshund, Darby has no regrets. But I submitted this story about the day he made me regret my own behavior. It was stunning…
Several years ago, I threw a ladies-only wedding shower for my sister, Kathleen. Darby was very excited and greeted everyone with kisses – really turning on the charm. He didn’t know that I had arranged for Mark, my future brother-in-law, to take him out with him for the duration of the party. I felt it would be easier for me not having to worry about Darby licking food off people’s plates. When Mark picked up Darby and put him in the Sherpa carrier, Darby flashed me a look of horror and indignation.
Mark took him on various errands for several hours. When he came back to pick up Kathleen, most of the guests were still there. He said Darby had seemed happy and having a good time. When he let Darby out of the carrier, I called him to come over and say “hi” with a kiss as he ALWAYS does when we are reunited. But he wouldn’t even look at me. He bounded over to my sister and smothered her with kisses. I called him again. Nothing. My mother called him and he jumped up on her lap and kissed her with unbridled enthusiasm. I called him again and he refused to even acknowledge me.
Now, we could all see what he was up to. He was punishing me in a very public way. We all started laughing, and every single guest called out to him. He scampered from woman to woman kissing each one, and no matter how much I called to him, he pretended like I wasn’t even in the room. It was shocking and hilarious. As my mother said, “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it.”
Eventually after all the guests had left and I settled down on the couch to watch TV, he came to sit with me, confident I had learned my lesson.
Click here to submit your pet regret stories to the Times. Let me know if you win. And remember, never EVER cross a Dachshund.
Artist-turned-medical-student Satre Stuelke uses a CT scanner to penetrate the metal, plastic or organic interiors of pop objects and foods. He aims to ask people to “think about how things are constructed.”
Above, a scan of his son’s mechanical toy dog. See more including a Barbie, an iPhone and a Big Mac at the New York Times.
Visit Stuelk’s website RadiologyArt.com. So cool!
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If you’re not on Twitter, you have probably heard about it. It’s the latest social networking site that’s a cross between Facebook and instant messaging. I signed up months ago, couldn’t figure it out, and signed off. Now, with it bubbling up in the news and on friends’ blogs, I am better understanding it and beginning to enjoy it.
One of the sites that helped me make sense of Twitter is Darren Rowse’s TwiTip. Today there is a guest post from Ribsy, a Whippet who Twitters, How to Be a Good Dog on Twitter in 8 Easy Steps. The steps are all species-neutral so humans can easily follow them too. Ribsy also coins a new phrase for what dogs do on Twitter, that would be “twark.” Clever.
Over at The New York Times, David Pogue finally embraces Twitter in his Personal Tech column. He helped alleviate my frustration with the site by letting me know that I can disregard all the Twitter rules I find that keep contradicting each other. He has rules too, but his last one is, “Use Twitter the way you want to. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re doing it wrong.”
Then, once you get your Twitter on, stop by Rebecca Collins’s Art Dog Blog for some tutorials on how to design your Twitter background page. Thanks, Rebecca!
Let me know if you have any good advice for new Twitterers and don’t forget to follow me on Twitter.
Interesting article by Henry Fountain in the New York Times reports:
This is the way dogs walk: the left hind leg moves forward, followed by the left foreleg, right hind leg and right foreleg, in order.
But remember gaits are different if dogs are running. All the legs can be in the air at once.
Read the full article here.
(Thanks for the tip, Mom.)
Joe Bastianich and Mario Batali. Their eating was legendary. © Fred R. Conrad/NYT
Over the years, I have become used to seeing my old college friend Joe Bastianich on the Today Show recommending wine or being written about in the New York Times (three stars for his restaurant Babbo Enoteca with Mario Batali) or winning awards. He and Mario won the James Beard Foundation’s prestigious Outstanding Restaurateur award this year. In the world of food and wine, Joe is a force of nature.
But, because of his job, he was vulnerable to these very forces. He ate and drank with abandon, and as he approached 40, he wasn’t happy with where he was headed. According to Christine Yi’s NY Times article:
“[the overeating] nearly broke him two years ago. Faced with a diagnosis of sleep apnea
and the dread of having to sleep with a breathing mask for the rest of
his life, Bastianich began running. Then, a year ago, he decided to run
a marathon.”
And this weekend, he will be running the New York City Marathon, on track to finish in 3:43. Of all of Joe’s accomplishments, this might be the most impressive.
Deanna, Olivia + Ethan in the kitchen as Joe prepares for his morning run. © Douglas Healey/NYT
There are thousands of ways Joe could have handled his self-described “mid-life crisis,” gorgonzola, Chianti, fusilli, pig jowls, truffle oil, to name a few. Instead he put on the running shoes and hit the pavement.
Joe’s dog Quattro: “Hey, where’d all the snacks go?”
Congratulations, Joe and good luck with the race!
OK, I am off to spin class. Our Boston College 20 year reunion is in May and Joe has set the bar very high.