Sunday, June 28, 2015

Stuff and Things

I've been absent!  Not much is going on.  As a catch up, here are a few things and some stuff.
I painted my kitchen which also wraps around to this wall...
drumroll...gray.  "Stormy Day" to be specific.

The gent on the right is my bff for a million years (20).  He's Chris.
 The gent on the left is Chris's new friend, therefore a new acquaintance
of mine, who I hope will be a great friend in due course.  He is also Chris. 
He is an amazing chef--he made us all his own special recipe on this night,
 and it was better than sex.  I had so much fun with these guys. 

This is in an antique store in Louisville.  I sent this picture
to "Bookshelf Porn."

Piper Kerman has made me obsessed with prisons and how loads of
people don't belong there, so I send a box of books every month to
Books to Prisoners.  This one was just started here.  It got topped off
and sent with a donation for shipping costs.  They fit the "in demand"
list, and I hope they help in their small way.

Again with the books...there was a hashtag on Twitter--something like
#booksarentdangerous, and the deal was that you were supposed to
tweet that and a picture of yourself holding up a favorite book,
and somebody somewhere got a free book.  I dunno.  It was a
good thing, but I don't remember details.  This one ended up in
the prison box, but I have other copies.  It's my favorite, favorite

I went to a play at the local college.  I was amused by the "Lichfield" sign
(OITNB fans know what's up).  The girl with the pretty red hair sat back in
her seat when the play started, so her big head wasn't as distracting as
it is in this photo.

Come on.  How cute are these trophy tops repurposed into wine bottle stoppers?

Love this lady in season 3 of OITNB, and am
thrilled that she can now legally marry me in all
50 states.  (LOL).
West Lafayette, for a reason unknown to me, has these bears everywhere (Like Louisville does with horses), and they are painted in creative ways.  This one is by a movie theater that I frequent.  I love it!  You can see the two movies they mashed together.  Pardon the poor camera work.  It was really bright, so I couldn't see the screen of my phone well, and a bee got into the super cool age inappropriate rips in the knees of my jeans while I was filming, and stung the crap out of me.
Those are all of the stuff and things for now.
EDIT:  It looks like the video will play for me on Explorer, but not on Chrome.  Apologies!  If you can't see it, it's neat.  Picture in your mind a bear painted with The Wizard of Oz and Guardians of the Galaxy mixed up into one glorious...bear carcass?

Friday, May 15, 2015


About a month ago, my mom and we (local) sibs went to her 60th class reunion.  She had a tiny class and went to a tiny, little school.*  They make a big deal out of milestone class reunions, and family members are invited.  At one point in the program, she and her classmates introduced their guests and made little speeches.  Hers was super cute.  Of course, the evening was a little bittersweet, because the memorial portion of the program included my dad.  It was interesting to see my two eldest siblings (sisters) get really emotional and start to tear up.  My brother and I, who are usually more emotional, didn't cry.  We felt the moments deeply, but I realize during times like these that my older sisters knew my dad longer, and maybe have more to mourn about his being gone.  I don't know.  It's just something to think about. 
I really enjoyed that night, and the high school where it took place was really old-timey.  I honestly think it might have been in the movie Hoosiers. It had the same feel as some scenes in it.  I guess I should look it up.  My folks' actual high school is long gone, but a nearby one holds the reunions of its own classes and those of high schools that have lived and died.  It's a nice tradition. 
There were some funny things about that night, and here is just one of them.  My mom had told us that the high school had photos in the hallways, and that if we explored enough, we would see our dad playing basketball, and her parents in their class pictures, as well as an aunt and uncle or two.  Early in the evening, my brother and I told Mom that we were going off to look for the photos.  She said, "Okay.  Don't get lost!"  We smiled and said that we wouldn't, and that we'd be right back.  As we walked away, I turned to my big brother, and in my usual deadpan fashion remarked, "I went to London by myself."  He threw back his head and laughed.  I smiled.  My brother is moving to Florida, and I will miss him so much.  We're birds of a feather.  I'm so glad that we live in this era, when keeping in touch is so ridiculously easy.
Here are some pictures from that night.
Mom.  She will turn 78 in June.  The
theme of the night was western; hence, the
plaid.  The corsage was my brother's idea. :)

Mom and a salad. 

The gym floor.  Cute.  :)

Mom and my Aunt Judy looking
at relatives' photos.

My mother's mother.  She died when my
mom was very little.  When Mom was
in first grade, her father married her teacher
who I later knew as Grandma.  All of my
biological grandparents died before I was

My niece Ava, one of the little ones that night.  She loved
the little toy horses and wagons that made up the centerpieces.
She'll look at old pictures of me and my siblings on the internet
instead of in hallways, I guess!
*Her senior class went on a trip to Washington two cars.  There were ten of them.  

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Quotes of the Week--Patton

I curse the humiliation and bless the annihilation, and even more valuable than the impulse toward art, I gained an inner radar for dark, hidden places where the strange ones go.

With zero malice on their part, the adults who organized the afternoon showed F. W. Murnau's 1922 film Nosferatu.  They closed the blinds on the windows and projected it against a bare wall.  Eight-millimeter film, clattering projector, that faint burning smell as the projector bulb ignited the microscopic dust particles.  Dust particles are mostly flakes of dead human skin.  So, when I was five, I watched Nosferatu with the atavistic, pagan odor of simmering flesh corkscrewing itself into my memory.  The optics are dream-logic, ratman vampire imagery.  The perfume is cannibal cookout.  That little square light took over that darkened room, and while I and the other kids around me screamed and cried, I wanted onto the other side of that screen. 

I walked away from you, Four Star, but not before seeing a print of Gone with the Wind so perfect it felt like a massive hallucination from another dimension, were humans more operatic than us found a way to make the South's defeat in the Civil War the sexiest calamity that ever crashed into history.

I wanted to be lunar, not solar.

--All from Silver Screen Fiend: Learning about Life from an Addiction to Film, by Patton Oswalt

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Quotes of the Week--Solitude and Sci-Fi

Back in the day, I used to do Quotes of the Week.  This was always meant to be a little joke, because they would turn up every few months or so, at best.  I think it's been over a year now, so I figure it's time for another few quotes.  Nothing monumental just because they're the first in a long time...just whatever I've dog-eared recently.  There's even a quote of the week WITHIN a quote of the week.  Oh, the layers. 

So here they are...

How have we arrived, in the relatively prosperous developed world, at least, at a cultural moment which values autonomy, personal freedom, fulfillment and human rights, and above all individualism, more highly than they have ever been valued before in human history, but at the same time these autonomous, free, self-fulfilling individuals are terrified of being alone with themselves?

--Sara Maitland

Underlying these attitudes, Maitland argues, is the central driver of fear — fear of those radically different from us, who make choices we don’t necessarily understand. This drives us, in turn, to project our fright onto others, often in the form of anger — a manifestation, at once sad, mad, and bad, of Anaïs Nin’s memorable observation that “it is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.”

                            --Maria Popova, How to Be Alone: An Antidote to One of the Central Anxieties and Greatest Paradoxes of Our Time page covered "the."

--both by Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children's Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Cyber Gent

He's taken a turn, and he's not finished yet.  Still giving him some attention here and there, when I have a few moments.  I won't abandon you, cyber dude!

Monday, March 16, 2015

Red States--In a Good Way...

So, this is pretty cool.  Back on an old post, I filled in these interactive maps with states and countries that I'd visited.  I did two more highlighting states and countries where I wanted to visit within the following five years...and I did it!  (For the most part). 

There were four states in the Northeast that I wanted to see, and England and Scotland were on the countries list.  Done, and done!  The only thing on the list that I didn't accomplish was a visit to France, which I apparently had there due to the familial connection.  It's still on my list, but a few other countries are jockeying for first position, so we'll see.  It's so nice to look back on a list of "I really wanna do this stuff" and actually see that I've done some!  I guess it's time to map out the next five years.

I haven't been to Alaska, but when you check off the US, you get the whole bag.
This map has way too few red bits!  Way too much world, way too little life left.
But I press on!

There are prettier map generators out there, but I just pulled up the one I'd used before.  Click the link below if you'd like to play around with visiting possibilities, past trips, or plans for world domination.  Bon Voyage or Good Luck and Have fun storming the castle!, as the case may be.

Create your own visited map of The World

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Cyber Portrait

Ages ago, I had this fellow in my head and he was called "Cyber Portrait."  I drew a little sketch of him on cardboard and fit in some old parts from phones, greeting cards with sound, etc.  That's as far as I got, but he's been on my mind since that time.  I've finally started on him in earnest over the last few weeks.  He's not finished, but here's where he is now.  If you want to see his progression, scroll to the bottom and then go up.  Blogger loaded these this way, and I can't be bothered to switch them!  I'm not sure who he is exactly, but here he is.  Don't worry about the previous pictures--the 'stache is ditched.

The fabric piece is meant to be an ascot-ish thing.  It's not attached yet,
so hopefully I'll figure out a way for it to look better before it's on
permanently.  It's cut from an old pair of my pajama pants. 

Pardon my socked feet. 

I sort of wish I'd stopped here!

This is the original little drawing that I posted a couple of years ago.

This is a painting I did called "Drippy, Trippy Moon."  It
was ok, but it served its purpose, and now my cyber dude
is over it.  Bits of it peak out from the background, and
I like how that looks.  I can still see some of it, so
it's still there doing its thing.

I'll post the finished product.  Hopefully within a week or two, and not another two years!