Shakespeare invented the phrase, "knock knock, who's there?"

Learn something every day.

*Buy Shakespeare posters at Amazon.

Insidiously cool toy packaging; Bardsploitation posters; Papercraft car (and more)

Some gems from Rory Phillips's portfolio (he won this month's art contest):




Pin-Craft Packaging:

A Model kit that allows you to turn a ordinary Bowling Pin into a wonderful toy!

When I was a kid I got a model that promised from the box to be the greatest toy ever made. Upon opening however it was obvious that only a master craftsman could hope to assemble and carve the model. And no one could ever make it match the illustration on the box.

I wanted to capture that disappointment with this project.

Posters and other promotional materials for Bardsploitation, a film series at Laurelhurst Theater featuring movies based on Shakespeare's plays.







Packaging for Tengu instant noodles.





Pages from a manual on avoiding his sister.



Car paper toy (based on one of the templates available here).

Finally, don't miss his designs for the board game Escape from The Black Briar Wood:

In Ireland 300AD the warriors of 4 waring clans are brought to the black briar wood to fight for the amusement of Morrighan the faerie queen.

*Previously: Plush Shakespeare.

*Buy Shakespeare posters at eBay.

Squirrel-like creatures by Scott Radke (link roundup)

"The Five Elements" by Scott Radke.

And a few more links:

1. Plush Shakespeare and Cthulhu. Via.

2. How to get cheap publicity for a shopping site no one's ever heard of - - announce you accidentally marked everything at $49.99.

3. Amigurumi Divine & John Waters.

*Previously: Shakespeare hates your emo poems.

*Buy Shakespeare posters at eBay.

RAW::Nothing Like the Sun

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, whey then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant that I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare."
~William Shakespeare

I heart Shakespeare.

In another lifetime, I was an English teacher {betcha didn't know that. Betcha didn't know that an English teacher would be so bold as to say 'betcha.'} {Actually, it is killing me to say that}. It was so long ago and far away that I can barely lay claim to that now. But once a teacher, always a teacher in your soul.

My first Shakespeare class in college at UW-Madison was in a lecture hall with 359 other souls and no discussion sections. We were assigned a different play to read each of the days the class met, Monday-Wednesday-Friday, and all the tests were essay. {To say that this was a nightmarish way to experience the nuances and lessons of Shakespeare is a gross understatement.} Needless to say, I flunked my midterm. I was crushed. I had the hardest time keeping up with the reading let alone understanding it all when the tweed attired prof spouted of random lines and seemed to have no logical plan, switching from one play to the next, and never taking questions from the class. So I dropped that faster than you can say 'iambic pentameter.'

I picked it up again in the summer when I was at home at UW-Stevens Point {I had to, after all, I was an English major and you can't graduate with an English major and no Shakespeare!}. This time I was in an intimate classroom with 21 other students. They all envied me my brand-spankin'-new copy of the Collected Works of Shakespeare {they all had horrible rentals}. I still have this copy of the book. It reminds me of that summer when I enjoyed each of the works thoroughly and got an -A.

While I love the plays -- the romanticism, the lessons, the humor, the settings, the angst, and the fully developed and complex characters -- I really have a soft spot for the sonnets.

My very favorite is #130.

A sonnet is comprised of 14 verses, and each verse is ten syllables. The iambic pentameter that each verse is composed in has a pattern of A,B, A, B, C, D, C, D, E, F, E, F, G, G, with the last two lines as a rhyme.

I find this poem particularly striking because at the time that Shakespeare was writing, poets spoke in flowery language idealizing the women of their dreams. It would seem that all women were in flowy dresses, with flowers strewn upon their path while they hovered slightly above the ground. Here, Shakespeare refutes that notion. The woman he loves is not as dazzling as the sun, has wires growing from her head, and has a bad case of halitosis. But yet he loves her. I find that very comforting imagery.

Since we are upon the season of mass-produced, shopping mall driven love, I think that this poem is a wonderful reminder of what love really is. Accepting the faults of the one that we hold dear is truly, madly and deeply the truth and power of love. I had a boyfriend once in high school who insisted on complimenting me every chance he could get. He seemed to think I was light itself. Ugh. It was awful! Ol' Will tells us that there is no need to place your love on a pedestal, a height that no one is able to attain or sustain. Rather it is the reality of the one that we love that keeps us bound. While we may have looked spectacular in the beginning, beauty fades and some with more fickle tastes could find their 'love' waning. But that is not true love.

What comes across as negatives really makes a positive statement in this sonnet. His love is rare, and he does not need to make overblown comparisons to appreciate her beauty.

When I was young and skinny{er} with nary a wrinkle or unruly gray strays on my head, I won over my husband. But over time I have changed {and truthfully, so has he} but we have evolved into loving the flaws and the extra baggage and the artfully colored gray. There are still loving embraces and I find them to be more tender and special than in the early days, probably because he knows all about me and loves me anyway.

I am content to be grounded because that means that I will have the chance to walk beside my love as we wade through all our lives. I feel safe in the knowledge that my husband, were he to talk in iambic pentameter, would share the same sentiment about me as Will did for his dark mistress.

And I will always think my love as rare.

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Do you like the amazing art that I have shared?
This was created by my friend Kerry Bogert of KAB's Concepts. You may know her from her amazing glass creations, or her upcoming book Totally Twisted due in stores this Spring. But she also makes the most incredible mixed media paintings featuring those glass treasures. Kerry created this one especially for me in a color palette I love. I squealed when I got it and then had a good cry...there is nothing more special than having a piece of art created just for you.

Do go check out her artistry! Have her make one just for you!

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What do you love about the special someone in your life?
What funny quirks and endearing qualities does that someone possess?
What is your favorite piece of the Great Bard?
If you were to write a line or two in iambic pentameter about your love, what would you say?
Do tell!

Check It Out::No Fear Shakespeare

Enjoy the day!

RAW::Nothing Like the Sun

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, whey then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant that I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare."
~William Shakespeare

I heart Shakespeare.

In another lifetime, I was an English teacher {betcha didn't know that. Betcha didn't know that an English teacher would be so bold as to say 'betcha.'} {Actually, it is killing me to say that}. It was so long ago and far away that I can barely lay claim to that now. But once a teacher, always a teacher in your soul.

My first Shakespeare class in college at UW-Madison was in a lecture hall with 359 other souls and no discussion sections. We were assigned a different play to read each of the days the class met, Monday-Wednesday-Friday, and all the tests were essay. {To say that this was a nightmarish way to experience the nuances and lessons of Shakespeare is a gross understatement.} Needless to say, I flunked my midterm. I was crushed. I had the hardest time keeping up with the reading let alone understanding it all when the tweed attired prof spouted of random lines and seemed to have no logical plan, switching from one play to the next, and never taking questions from the class. So I dropped that faster than you can say 'iambic pentameter.'

I picked it up again in the summer when I was at home at UW-Stevens Point {I had to, after all, I was an English major and you can't graduate with an English major and no Shakespeare!}. This time I was in an intimate classroom with 21 other students. They all envied me my brand-spankin'-new copy of the Collected Works of Shakespeare {they all had horrible rentals}. I still have this copy of the book. It reminds me of that summer when I enjoyed each of the works thoroughly and got an -A.

While I love the plays -- the romanticism, the lessons, the humor, the settings, the angst, and the fully developed and complex characters -- I really have a soft spot for the sonnets.

My very favorite is #130.

A sonnet is comprised of 14 verses, and each verse is ten syllables. The iambic pentameter that each verse is composed in has a pattern of A,B, A, B, C, D, C, D, E, F, E, F, G, G, with the last two lines as a rhyme.

I find this poem particularly striking because at the time that Shakespeare was writing, poets spoke in flowery language idealizing the women of their dreams. It would seem that all women were in flowy dresses, with flowers strewn upon their path while they hovered slightly above the ground. Here, Shakespeare refutes that notion. The woman he loves is not as dazzling as the sun, has wires growing from her head, and has a bad case of halitosis. But yet he loves her. I find that very comforting imagery.

Since we are upon the season of mass-produced, shopping mall driven love, I think that this poem is a wonderful reminder of what love really is. Accepting the faults of the one that we hold dear is truly, madly and deeply the truth and power of love. I had a boyfriend once in high school who insisted on complimenting me every chance he could get. He seemed to think I was light itself. Ugh. It was awful! Ol' Will tells us that there is no need to place your love on a pedestal, a height that no one is able to attain or sustain. Rather it is the reality of the one that we love that keeps us bound. While we may have looked spectacular in the beginning, beauty fades and some with more fickle tastes could find their 'love' waning. But that is not true love.

What comes across as negatives really makes a positive statement in this sonnet. His love is rare, and he does not need to make overblown comparisons to appreciate her beauty.

When I was young and skinny{er} with nary a wrinkle or unruly gray strays on my head, I won over my husband. But over time I have changed {and truthfully, so has he} but we have evolved into loving the flaws and the extra baggage and the artfully colored gray. There are still loving embraces and I find them to be more tender and special than in the early days, probably because he knows all about me and loves me anyway.

I am content to be grounded because that means that I will have the chance to walk beside my love as we wade through all our lives. I feel safe in the knowledge that my husband, were he to talk in iambic pentameter, would share the same sentiment about me as Will did for his dark mistress.

And I will always think my love as rare.

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Do you like the amazing art that I have shared?
This was created by my friend Kerry Bogert of KAB's Concepts. You may know her from her amazing glass creations, or her upcoming book Totally Twisted due in stores this Spring. But she also makes the most incredible mixed media paintings featuring those glass treasures. Kerry created this one especially for me in a color palette I love. I squealed when I got it and then had a good cry...there is nothing more special than having a piece of art created just for you.

Do go check out her artistry! Have her make one just for you!

----------------------------------------------------------

What do you love about the special someone in your life?
What funny quirks and endearing qualities does that someone possess?
What is your favorite piece of the Great Bard?
If you were to write a line or two in iambic pentameter about your love, what would you say?
Do tell!

Check It Out::No Fear Shakespeare

Enjoy the day!

A toddler practices Shakespeare (video roundup)

Brian Cox teaches a toddler Hamlet's to be or not to be speech. Via.



Time-lapse of an office building being built out of shipping containers. Via.




Timelapse video of sea stars and worms swarming the ocean floor to devour a dead seal. Via.




Watch repair in microgravity.



Butterflies in zero gravity.

*Previously: Shakespeare hates your emo poems.

*Buy NASA patches at eBay.

A toddler practices Shakespeare (video roundup)

Brian Cox teaches a toddler Hamlet's to be or not to be speech. Via.



Time-lapse of an office building being built out of shipping containers. Via.




Timelapse video of sea stars and worms swarming the ocean floor to devour a dead seal. Via.




Watch repair in microgravity.



Butterflies in zero gravity.

*Previously: Shakespeare hates your emo poems.

*Buy NASA patches at eBay.

Disney to make an animated version of Macbeth!

Macbeth with Disney-esque animals by Ben Balistreri. Sounds like a great idea to me.

*Previously: Macbeth as a gangster drama.

*Buy Macbeth posters at eBay.

Barack Obama, Edward Scissorhands, Clockwork Orange papercraft

A Clockwork Orange


Wonder Woman


Shakespeare


Edward Scissorhands


Andy Warhol


Doctor Octopus


Chewbacca


Barack Obama

Believe it or not, this is just a small sampling of the papercraft toys that can be downloaded here. Via.

*Find previously posted papercraft projects here.

*The Andy Warhol Museum Collection is 34% off at Amazon.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves condom ads and a few other abuses of innocent childhood memories

Snow White and three dwarves for Primeros Condoms. Link.




Snow White and the Seven Dwarves for Bärenjäger honey liqueur. Link.




Snow White and the Seven Dwarves for Unimil Condoms. Link.

And here's Hello Kitty, Mickey Mouse, Snoopy, etc as big game trophies in "Goodbye Innocence" ads for SHS Teen Clothes. Link.




*Previously: Annie Leibovitz photographs Michael Phelps and Julianne Moore as mermaids for Disney.

*Buy vintage ads at AllPosters.com.

Hamlet, written as a series of Facebook entries

"Hamlet (Facebook News Feed Edition)" by Sarah Schmelling for McSweeney's. Here's a sample:

Polonius says Hamlet's crazy ... crazy in love!

Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Hamlet are now friends.

Hamlet wonders if he should continue to exist. Or not.

Hamlet thinks Ophelia might be happier in a convent.

Ophelia removed "moody princes" from her interests.

Hamlet posted an event: A Play That's Totally Fictional and In No Way About My Family

The king commented on Hamlet's play: "What is wrong with you?"

Read the whole thing.

*Previously: "Shakespeare hates your emo poems" t-shirt.

*Buy Hamlet posters at eBay.

Shakespeare hates your emo poems

On sale at Threadless.

"Hamlet" set in Detroit

That's not a joke, that's the concept for a new show that might be on ABC in the fall. Here's a list and description for a bunch more shows we might be watching in a few months.