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pipas the birthday weekend.
19 Feb 2011 06:27 pm3
hi! hopefully you have noticed by now that there are two songs up on the site. it is very exciting to share them with you and we hope that this is just the first of many more. happy birthdays to us! and you on yours. xo pipas
pipas a cupboard bestiary
16 Mar 2010 05:00 am9
here’s a silly quasi oulipian game for you. if you had to reduce it to 5 things, what are the foods you actually live on…......? my brother’s genius and honest list is the actual inspiration for this blog. and so here’s mine as of march 2010. in case anyone was wondering, it is lunchtime and i’m hungry!
5. fruit (too hard to choose)
4. jumbo oats
3. ripe tomatoes
2. brown rice
1. tahini!!!! and Marmite. one love.
though… Read More
pipas la silueta
14 Mar 2010 12:00 pm
I first saw Ana Mendieta’s work in Santiago de Compostela, during a visit maybe 14 years ago? i remember i’d just sprained both of my ankles during the running of the bulls in Pamplona (not running, but jumping off a wall) and was wearing orthopedic clogs over all of Galicia at the end of the summer, dipping my feet in the icy water to try to bring down the swelling and walking very… Read More
pipas when will i see you again?
31 Dec 2009 01:14 pm2
everywhere i turn it seems people are very glad that 2009 is over. not to be a naysayer but i don’t have such bad memories of it. in fact it seems like one of the best years this decade, color me a simpleton optimist. see, we made it through! some of us with some new found (little and old) ones to care for and laugh with! new and old songs to love and hum and ... ten years of memories,… Read More
pipas el cielo está enladrillado..
28 Oct 2009 12:00 am1
you know the Spanish rhyme about the sky, looking as if it is bricked up? tonight waiting for a train to take me back home from Gatwick i looked up and thought that was precisely what had happened, wondering when a good unbricker would appear.. it looked like the wall across the platform, gray and completely smooth like a plane of plaster reaching up to the end of the sky. But it was only fog. An illusion of pasty flatness… Read More