the pop box

Subject: ....
From: J
To: E
Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2008 9:11 am

I had a dream last night that you had a pet monkey and a wildcat. The wildcat just seemed like a big regular cat until you felt its pointy ears and VERY long arms and paws. It had huge teeth but it was super friendly. These animals lived in your bedroom.
- J

Commentary by E: The funniest thing about this message is that I now have a cat named Jenga. And he's very wild and has long arms and paws but is super friendly. See...

Jenga reaches for the Roaming Gnome.

Jenga playfully slaughters toy mouse on string.

There's a new blog in town and we really like it. Thanks to J. for alerting us of the power that is Stuff White People Like - a blog devoted to stuff that white people like. One of my favorite posts is #67 Japan. Read on for a taste of why white people really like Japan. You know it's true...

"White people love Japan for a number of reasons. Sushi is pretty much the biggest one, since white people have spent so much time Sushi restaurants, enjoying the food, learning about how to eat it, and how to be snobby about it. This natural curiousity fills them with a need to pay a visit to Tsukiji and taste the freshest Sushi possible...

But it goes beyond just food, all white people either have/will/or wished they had taught English in Japan. It is a dream for them to go over seas and actually live in Japan. This helps them not only because it fills their need to travel, it will enable them to gain important leverage over other white people at Sushi restaurants where they can say “this place is pretty good, but living in Japan really spoiled me. I’ve had such a hard time finding a really authentic place.”

Just before the holidays we hosted a Secret Santa gift exchange for our friends.

On our fridge there is a grocery list that I use quite often. It has an old photograph of a cat and a little girl sharing a milkshake - very cute. This week, I tore off a page to discover that one of our guests had been scribbling away during the party, leaving little insights behind:

grocery list

page 18
Don't forget!
Used condoms also make great sandwich bags!
P.S. For Work!

page 19
=) (smiley face)
Recycle your lube!

page 20
#12 - the way you fashion your cataract sunglasses as a bong!

page 21
Don't forget!:
#45 - keep a few sugar free diabetic candies in your pocket for a quick snack! They're delicious!

page 22
I <3>(heart) Irene

TO DO
1) Fiber. Always fiber. Balanced & healthy diet. The plumbing will ensure a lifetime of happiness!

A friendly reminder from your friends from Metamucil

(three blank pages)

page 26
SUCK YOUR MAMA PUNANI

(nine blank pages)

page 36
It's Earth Day!
Do your part to recycle
Also don't forget to recycle your manure

Sponsored by your poop

Have you ever wanted to develop someone else's film?

We found this disposable camera one Thanksgiving eve at an Irish bar in Upper Darby called Cawley's.

- POP by J

Someone took that idea from elementary school gym class - the parachute - and created this thing.

While conducting photo research on "blankets" for the below post, I stumbled across this image. It's the United-fucking-Nations of children mushed into a caterpillar. Rad!

The Co-Operblanket "allows a group of participants to be set free in a wondrous, cooperative movement journey. They're quickly turned into a 'trust me, work with me,' team intent upon movement and exploration of space. As participants move their body, they not only test their group and individual limitations, but also stretch and exercise their muscles. The blankets consist of 8-way stretch lycra, fabricated from 4-way, 8-ounce, heavy-duty nylon tricot lycra and are available in three different sizes."
- POP by J

On our way out of a party in Alphabet City last night, we headed for our favorite drunk pizza joint only to discover that it had closed down. Fortunately, there was a strange surprise just down the block: on the sidewalk, a Navajo blanket was covered in a GIANT pile of wrapped candies.

Irene ran up to the pile, and in a bear-hug motion, scooped up about 25 of them and ran across Avenue A. A small man sat just out of the way and calmly watched the action. There was no money exchanged, but somehow that was fine.

We ducked into another pizza place and examined the loot. The wrappers came in two designs: one, a sexual Jungle Book knockoff; the other, two fat Swiss children frolicking in the hills. On the back, Russian writing and little feet.

After very little deliberation, I popped one of those suckers open and ate it. The first layer was a bland, waxey coat of chocolate. Inside, stale wafers were sandwiched between a sweet, frothy brown cream. About ten seconds into the chewing, an intensely soapy aftertaste kicked in. That aftertaste then lingered for another few minutes, becoming "fragrant," then "bitter" and "painful."
- POP by J

In high school, we used to sit around at the Chinese restaurant and mispronounce all the food names and laugh hysterically. There was this one restaurant in the Manoa Shopping Center called Szechwan Lei Lei and we used to call it “S-zetchuan” or “the S-zetch.”

We sometimes ventured further, and South Street Philadelphia seemed bold and exotic. I don’t remember obtaining this receipt, but I am fairly certain Blair and I bought these bumper stickers together. We probably stuck both of them on some old lady’s car in the Shopping Center parking lot.

- POP by J

The owner of this restaurant is also the designer of this postcard. He explained the concept to me: The old woman is thinking about a cheeseburger. The old man is thinking about a sexy young woman eating a fry.

Vivian found this place, which isn't much of a surprise. The Burger Joint has $1.50 burgers that are very tasty.

- POP by J

I bought this postcard in the early or maybe mid 90s at the White Dog Cafe in University City, Philly. Well, actually it was the *sister* (read: lesbian) shop next door called the Black Cat. I've managed to hang onto it through 7 different moves.

My favorite part is that nobody believes she's going to win, not even God.
[photo by Susan Copen Oken] - POP by J