Knifemouth's Profile

I'm beside myself. I crave spartan to the core: as in Hideyuki Nakayama's O House. I adore that look. Yet I find myself in love with every single inch of Barry's home. Well done!

Mr. Mascarelli had the soul of an artist to pull together another man's vision: to his total delight, his dream home.

I don't have two extra nickels to rub together (quite the opposite) so I must note how grateful I am that Apt Therapy Inc. came around and clipped some comments from here. It's obvious some folks were quite rude and I'm hoping the many aren't judged for the few.

If you want to know the 'true, historical neighborhoods of Los Angeles' there's an odd fellow who has deeply researched & then mapped them out himself -and his many cartography creations are perusable and more; people have nearly come to blows over where the neighborhood lines are drawn, so take care if you go to the gallery! (I joke)

Stunning.

I couldn't have kids; anyone want to send me an ipad before I'm all alone eating cold beans from a tin it took 3 days to open? Oh darn- that was Tuesday night. Roont again.

I just love everything here - how can so much "stone" be in a place that is such a cozy refuge? Don't know, but it sure is. Thank you for sharing!

I truly like your sense of gratitude. I sure wish I had your sense of organization! Yet that goes for the best of the small submissions, I suppose. Thanks for sharing.

re: JustBekky

Sometimes I think that when I see a tricked out Bentley vehicle on the road but not when I see a creation by Charles and Ray Eames, Eero Saarinen or the like. The architects, designers- some great artists.

Sometimes a chair isn't just a chair. And these pieces do stand the test of time. So it would seem that except for your 'time out' wooden chair, you seem to agree with the 'non-fakes' crowd. And frankly, a solidly built chair is getting harder and harder to find as WalMarts push crap & what was once our $50 solid chair has long been lost all over America.

But I don't think that you're here to conversate, from your tone - acquiring a few pieces of art in one's lifetime does not mean that one is trying to 'look any part' at all.

Yes, some people insist that art can only be paintings and sculptures. Maybe you are of that crowd? Given the choice, I'd want to live in an isolated area in a wee home of maybe 400 square feet, with an Eames Lounger, my expensive (admittedly medical) bed - but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the majesty of some of the architecture going up around the world or the innovation (Bjarke's BIG work, let's say)... but if you can't see art where art is, I don't know what to say.

The Eames were part of an Arts and Crafts movement. I don't denigrate the Crafts & take it away from Art. Just sayin' ...mate.

Peace.

Most ironic post to bump into ever. I just woke up trying to scream but was choking on a mouthful of blood. 30 mins or so later and I'm still shaking. I know all the monkey tricks and have tried them all, I'm no spring flower. Some people sleep better from sheer luck, some sleep poor from a spate of bad luck & all the advice in the world changes nothing. A job that brings 6 beds helps, I imagine: cool.

Background: I was born with deformations in my skeleton, endured many painful medical procedures the first several years of my life. Also- I've been in several car accidents (not once was I at fault) spanning all the way from one that included a back injury when I was in kindergarten (you could say Mom opted out of MADD) and the last accident being in 2008 when Arthur just blazed through a red light in his SUV and totaled the old, wee car I was in.

All of that is to say that to get a night's sleep without pain is near impossible.

I scrimped, saved & went without to get:

1) a profoundly high quality mattress for the pain and 2) maybe a base akin to a hospital bed as I grew angry and impatient at how often the pain would make it such an effort to get up at all. If you're under 45 and can imagine spending sometimes 30-50 minutes struggling to rise in the morning- often in tears- I commend your vivid imagination for I hope you aren't in the actual know.

So now I own a bed frame that mechanically lifts me and on what I thought for months was a Tempurpedic.

Which I have since been told that a Tempurpedic can not do: be manipulated on a bedframe such as this... *sigh

But the mattress w/the mechanical base was mixed in and surrounded by Tempurpedics, the exposed parts look exactly like one (that foam yellow stuff, etc) & when I referred to it bluntly as one, as what I wanted- the sales fellow replied in what I now see was vague terms and said that it was the latest version which has a layer of latex atop that dealt with the 'over heating' issue I'd heard so much about. I have issues with overheating due to other medical issues so I was overjoyed to hear this. What a sap.

Well? In the end, I won't slander a whole company based on one young man looking to make his commission- I don't think that is fair at all especially since I was a return customer who has had great service and good luck throughout the years.

Yet considering the pain I woke in today I wish I'd had this resource to use exhaustively. I truly thought I was looking forward to at minimum a great lessening of my morning pain -which follows me throughout the day- well, it's slightly better, but- I had my heart set for so long on waking on the big T - and certainly not in a shivery cold sweat (in a house without central heat, that aggravates me to no end). For months I thought Tempurpedic was a boondoggle or just a way for healthy people to 'roll over and not wake their partner' or joyously jump up and down without spilling their wine. (corny TV ad)

Well turns out the boondoggle was on me & I wonder how many people that hobble in on canes or in enter in wheelchairs are marks to the callous?

I'd urge everyone to do research before they buy, and most of all to get the sales guy to truly earn his money: strip it, flip it, name it, discuss pedigree and so on. Maybe all those car accidents that also whacked my skull made it easier to fast talk confound me- but I advise people, especially pain patients, to treat it like buying a car: test it, leave and -if you can? Sleep on it.

Thank You for this post.
It is beyond priceless, and I shall study it at length and share it as well.

Pain can make me crazy desperate and even now that I spent my thousands on this one darn bed, if someone -reliable!- were to point me toward a way to make this one even better? I think I'd have to, I think years and years of pain have stripped me of my free will in this regard. I sincerely hope that no one reading this ever has to endure a life of serious chronic pain, nor witness it in a loved one.

While dogs and cats can help folks and add some happy, you can't prescribe one to a clinically depressed person- so please don't try to cure someone you love with one. The added pressure of feeding, cleaning, walking - all the ton of things that comes with caring for a living creature might just send someone over the edge. (I can't get Miami's Elaine YouTube suggestion to play past the Logo/Header, so I am not responding to anything in that- FYI.)

The disclaimer at the start up there was nice, especially since the suicide rates skyrocket on certain times of the year & "The Holidays" are a big one. If you think someone in your life that you care about is depressed, please don't get them a kitten for the holidays... drop in (invited) and bring some pre-made cookies or whatever is cheery/finished and fits their personality, then see if you can get them to go for a walk, maybe out to a movie if they aren't out of work/broke.

Or maybe you know someone who seems blue, and you know they love your pooch- ring them up and ask if you two can stop by for a visit. Having a doggy come around for an hour to sit on their lap can be great, maybe while you watch a DVD or what have you.

If you're more than acquaintances and your friend/sister/cousin/brother whatever is sitting in place that looks like a tornado hit it- just start picking up newspapers and see if you can't get them to get up off the couch and join in - it does help depressed folks to participate, but sometimes they need help getting the inertia turned into forward motion as opposed to the kind of inertia that 'tends to stay still.'

Lastly... it's good to remember that you just never know what could be going on in someone's life. Maybe they just lost someone to something like a heroin overdose- lots of folks don't know how to talk about a range of issues, 'Oh yeah, my favorite cousin got mixed up in/just got a call they died...' and ironically, lots of times depressed folks don't want to drag you down or bum you out, so they won't talk- or they stop calling...

So thanks to Cashew for tapping the 'Heliotrope on the head. Besides being flat wrong, talking about folks who have any disease like they are 'trash to take out' is cruel and never funny or okay (though it sure is all over the anonymous internet, isn't it?)- so if you are depressed and have a person in your life, who makes thoughtless or mean comments and drags you down? You can say "No thanks..." if they want to come around. Or if you know your sister is going to sit there for 30 minutes and be passive-aggressive about your clutter when she has the perfect house, already decorated for the holidays? You're allowed to Just Say No to people that make it worse. You have to try to give yourself permission to take care of yourself when it comes to other people.

-thanks

That is very nice, mary wise. We all know 'someone' puts a lot of hard work into gathering these together- but yours is the first "Thank You' I have ever seen. I think that's great.