A cleverly designed paper toy calendar modeled after a beloved kitchen appliance and a “tastee” breakfast treat. Comes with 6 hand-lettered toast slices each featuring 2 months of the year (front & back). All components are printed on recycled paper, off-set printed with score lines for easy folding!
SIZE: 10 x 13 (before assembly) – 4.5 x 6 (after assembly)
PAPER: Recycled Card Stock
Love turns bread into buttered toast. And love is heat. And heat is the science of toast. 
Is love simply science? Methinks yes. It’s the KISS principle. 
Yes, do keep it simple, stupid. Love is so stupidly simple.
Toast, on the other side, the buttered side, is not. Or is it?
About one-seventeenth, no more, no less. Simple. Now get on out there and spread the love, from F41 F to F441 in 0 to 60.
a+b=love respectively
Posted in Holidays, Toast Poast, Valentines
Fly high in 2013. Keep your toaster in view, the stick of butter at room temperature and your plate prepared to catch sustenance.
Posted in Toast Poast
Between
Enough behind and enough ahead
To know where you’re going and where you have been
Don’t think too fast or sleep too deep
Keep track of your dogs and mind your sheep
Look straight ahead and watch your back
Read the signs and lay good track
With sky above, concrete below
Cash on hand, more yes than no
He is between, as he was born. Not to get too existential, but aren’t we all?
I feel that I’m always behind, always late, a chronic case of “it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place.” A curse that could be lifted with a simple flip of the brain switch. My emotional clock could be, or might have been, perpetually punctual. That clock, however is more like a sundial, made of stone, immovable, locked and loaded through years of training.
“Mom,” he said at about age 7, after he learned to tell time. “It’s never the time that the clock says, it is always becoming the next time.” For him there is hope. His clock is liquid.
Posted in Poetry, Toast Poast
The toast is made yet again.
It turns on the current.
And raises itself silently.
No popping. No banging.
Amazing automatic performance.
Moist or dry, thick slices or thin.
Need I go on? I think not.
I‘m off.
Posted in Toast Poast
Oh
(See the toast?)
Superheroes and their invulnerability fascinate me. Without mortality, how different life would be. (I’m so brilliant.) Life would need a new name, wouldn’t it? We see our best selves in superheroes. (And I pick up on the obvious so swiftly.) That said, superheroes resemble the perfect wish, were you given one wish. Hard as I try to to devise the perfect wish, there’s always a major flaw. A big, bad flaw that wrecks the fantasy. Damn, back to the drawing board.
Invulnerability and immortality…do we really want them? Nahhh. But to imagine them? Yes! That stretches us to make our lives broader, bolder and more vulnerable. My son loves superpowers and I love him for that.
Curls is drawn and written by Carolyn Belefski and these are her words below.
I was asked by Theater J in the DC Jewish Community Center to attend a play and went to the first DC area public performance of The History of Invulnerability on Wednesday, June 6, 2012.
I did this Curls strip about the play and was inspired by the colors and the character of Jerry Siegel, the co-creator of Superman. If you look close, you’ll be able to see Curls, Toast, and Turtle Neck enjoying the play, Mystery Science Theater 3000 style.
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Oh my, our house number is 3618, no wonder we live here.
Posted in Toast Poast
Tagged Carolyn Belefski, Curls, Superheroes, The History of Invulnerability, Theater J
I say we all put on a transparent apron, get under our Hard Day’s Night umbrellas and shoot toast outta these things at anything that moves.
Even if you think you know what you are getting yourself into, you are probably waay off the mark. Toastmasters, toast masters. A person could spend a happy lifetime mastering toast. Or mastering toasts.
Don’t die with your mastery inside you. Come on and let it show.
Posted in Toast Poast
Tagged Pearls Before Swine, Robot Loving Toaster, Toaster cartoon, Toasters, Toastmasters
Atomic Warehouse
Art deco porcelain SAMMICH TOASTER
The hardest kind of thinking is thinking about thinking.
Metamemory=something to do with memory self-monitoring
Meta cognition=knowing about knowing
Psycho cognition = knowing how much you don’t know
Huh? cognition = wondering how you can know how much you don’t know
Toasto cognition = knowing how much of your former knowledge is toasted
Posted in Antique toasters, Toast Poast
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