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ORIGAMI. IN YOUR FACE.

Wednesday's calendar fold was a "Pajarito Napkin Ring" which, what. The paper you're supposed to use looked like a dollar bill so I tried folding it out of a dollar bill but that stupid bird looks nothing like a bird. Maybe more like an armadillo.

Or a SHARK RING.

Then yesterday I folded a crawfish. You know, philosophically, the important thing is that I did the origami, not whether it looks like the creature in question or even the diagram; it doesn't even matter if you can tell what it is as long as I did it the best I can. That being said: what the hell?

It's very...floral.

So today I thought I'd really challenge myself and I went to Origami Österreich to find a Diamond Rose Squarejumper. BEHOLD. A DIAMOND.

Which then turns into a rose!

This pleases Neal Caffrey.

Which then turns into a squarejumper, which you kind of have to see to comprehend, but trust me, it's fun.

*hand flourish* ORIGAMI.

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Oh look, it's a Friday Photo Post! No icons this week though. I was busy being cranky...

This picture really should have been uploaded around Valentine's Day, because that's when I was given this very...sparkly cupcake.

Last weekend I went downtown and I hadn't been down in that area of State Street for a while, so I was startled by large metal palm trees...covered in snow.

I also saw one of the "Pop Up" art galleries that are dotted around Chicago -- artists are allowed to set up gallery space rent-free in empty storefronts, as long as they can be vacated within 24 hours if a renter wants the space. Are these cakes? Why no, they're...cake...sculptures. Okay then.

This is the interior of Exchequer, from near the back.

Don't get on this bus.

There's a baby sinkhole outside of the Sheridan red line stop. This doesn't give a great sense of how deep it is, but watching buses roll through it daily is paaaainful.

A while back I posted a couple of photos I'd scanned in, which I'd found in a bin of stuff I apparently inherited from my grandmother (including a spirtle and a radioactive pocketwatch, my hand to god). I'm nearly done sorting through them; this is a retouched version of one I already posted, likely my great-great grandparents. Seriously that woman looks so much like my mother it's uncanny.

I have no idea who this woman is. The back of the photo is helpfully captioned "Feeding the goose."

Check out this GQMF. Again, no idea who he is other than I'm probably related to his magnificent ass.

This is Pat, and this photo was taken in 1920. That's all I know, other than that she dressed to impress.

Again, I don't know who is in this photo, but they look like they're having a blast.

The first time I saw this photo I thought it was just a random picture of a camper trailer, because there were a lot of assorted photos of heavy farm equipment and steam engines. It wasn't until I was working on it after scanning it in that I realised it's the burnt out husk of a camper trailer. Apparently someone, possibly my mum or gran, survived a camper fire in February 1962 (my mum would have been ten).

This picture is so goddamned mysterious. That's a scan of the front and back, combined. I don't know who Bill is; I can't even tell the gender of the person in the darker slacks, though I think it's a woman. It's tantalizing.