Wednesday, June 29, 2016

It's a Bust

In a recent post, even as I typed the words "apparently ultimate incarnation" I already felt like I was setting myself up to be wrong.  I should have listened to those whispers, because Stella (and that is indeed her name) has transformed again!  It's...well, she's...a bust.

I love being able to see even more of her teeny, tiny details...

A monkey from a barrel o' monkeys!  She'd be a great subject for an I Spy book.

In her former, whole state, maybe she could've rocked out on this guitar by the same artist.  Well, maybe not, as she was missing a hand even then...  This used to be mounted on the wall--it definitely needs a better spot than this less than stellar tile floor.  Maybe if they had more volunteers, Michelle! (Oops!). 

'Stella' is absolutely right--she's a star now.  Other artists have incorporated her into their work.

The photographer who took this came to his art by spending decades as a window washer downtown.  This gave him a unique view of our small town that no one else could share until he started capturing images of the reflections.  This is a photo of Stella when she was window dressing for the gallery during Christmas last year.  And that is an excellent example of how local art can be really surprising and transformative.  It makes me think of this great quotation from the movie Ratatouille...

I love hanging out at this place.

I should really give props to Stella's artist, who has produced lots of wonderful paintings and mixed media sculptures.  Here's her card.  

I don't have a card for the window guy, but his pseudonym is windel w. asher.  (Get it?).  :) 

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Quote of the Week--BBQ Edition

"I have a presentiment of doom upon me...and I fear it will come to us with barbeque sauce."

-- Augustus TwoFeathers McCoy in the short story "Sunbird" in Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman

This story is in no way related to Independence Day in the U.S., but I think it would be great reading for the holiday weekend!  It's about a barbeque that...takes a turn.  Ooh, so would his short story "Changes" from Smoke and Mirrors.  Written in the 90s I think, but so relevant to the current conversation about transgender issues.  I love, love, love those two short story collections.

Friday, June 3, 2016

Photo Blast

Oh, my...this has been sitting in my drafts folder for a long time, and is hilariously out of date.  At the point that I wrote this, I was at least up on reading all of the blogs that I follow.  Now, I need to catch up on blog reading, too!

Some of the photos don't have descriptions yet, so I'll add those now and post this before it expires even further.

(Cue harp music and fog machine...we're going back...)


Well, goodness--it's been a good long minute since I've posted anything.  Still here and reading blogs, but I just haven't made the time to place anything new of my own.  I've got a few things I might write about soon, but until then, here is a classic photo ("dump" sounds so dump-y, so...) blast.  Here's relatively recent stuff working back to Valentine's Day...

A few years ago, I wrote about volunteering at a local art gallery, and how one of my joyous duties was to dismantle and box away this mannequin, which had been startling the crap out of me every time I turned a certain corner in the back storage room, as shown below.  She'd been displayed in the front window all dressed in newspaper.

Fast forward to my week of vacation mid April this year, to when I made a spur of the moment trip to see what was shakin' at the gallery (...yeah...I've fallen out of the habit of volunteering there as much as I've fallen out of the habit of blogging...).  What I discovered in one of the rooms is said mannequin in her most recent, and apparently ultimate, incarnation.  Isn't she glorious?  She'd been part of the window display during Christmas time, and is now an art piece for sale.   I think whomever buys her is brave, and I really want to see the house that her properly.  Click to "embiggen" to see surprising little details.  Oh, and I can testify that both hands went into storage.  Either one was lost since or used in another piece of artwork.

She's not high art, and she may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I think anyone would agree with me when I look at her, summon all of the small town Midwestern upbringing within me and say, "She's something else."

Speaking of small towns, my mom and I went to the local college to see Our Town recently, and enjoyed it very much.  This was an "in the round" production with an incredible young man in the role of "Stage Manager" who brought an energy to the play that I'd never seen before.  

Stage Manager on the left, played by A. J. Clark.  Not only did I steal this
photo from the college website, it's also possible that it was taken by my
pal Kim, who takes photos professionally for her role in PR at the school.
Aren't I terrible?

The college doesn't exactly bring it with
their program art, but this picture shows
that Mom and I were right on the floor and
in the action.  Court side seats--sports people,
am I saying that right?  :)

My two oldest sisters and I went ziplining recently.  We really loved it, and had a bang-up time.

Dearest Dean over at Exploding Doughnut recently showed his cubicle at work, and what he has done to give it some personality.  I loved seeing what he'd done with his space.  I, too, am a cube dweller, and here are a few views of my humble work day abode...

A daily view of places I'd rather be, and a daily reminder that I do what I do to get to those places.

My great nephew and great niece looking for Easter eggs.  They really are in the first picture...waaayyyy back there!

These are older pictures below, as you can tell, but taken on the same property.  This is where I grew up, and where my mother has lived for over 50 years.  The little girl in these is the mother of the two children above, and the boy pictured here is their uncle.  Sunriiiiiiise...SUN-SET.

Ooh...speaking of Broadway...

This really is out of 4 or 5 years, I think, but I just came across this picture recently.  This is the cast of an Indy production of Forbidden Broadway that I attended, because I love theater, all things Forbidden Broadway, and my brother!  Here, he is the Phantom...

Here's a painting I posted about ages ago.  Still not really finished, but he's hung.  Hanging on the wall, I mean!  Hanging on the WALL!

Close to Valentine's Day, I got retweeted by the official Orange is the New Black account, and that day they were giving out goodies, so they took my address via DM.  A week later, I got these fun gifts in the mail...  OITNB themed candy hearts and prayer candles with the images of two of Litchfield's finest.

A local store had a deal where you can stuff a bag full of fruit and veg for $15.  Such a good deal, as usually all of this would be around $40.  The berries went in the freezer.  I'm only one woman!

Spring was so cold for so long, that I put out my patio furniture on April 1st as usual, but didn't get out there to plant anything or sit out and read for a long time after.  In my absence, a bird started to build a nest on one of my cushions.  (Wow...I'm really getting old if this qualifies as an illustrated story.  Should I retire to Lake Wobegone yet?).

Awaiting two things among others...time off mid June and the return of OITNB.  Too bad I already ate all of my candy hearts!

They heart each other.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016


Forgive me if I've told this one here before...

Back in my days working a crappy job in Christian retail (books, music, tchotchkes, etc.), we would sometimes get people coming in just asking random questions about religion in general, Christianity specifically, and maybe something about a book or an object they had.  One day, a woman came in with a ring.

"I found this ring in the Target parking lot, and it has beautiful Hebrew writing on it.  I guess it must be something from the Bible, and I would just love to know what it says."  

The two seminary students on our staff who would have been able to read Hebrew were not in, but this guy Chris told her that we had a lot of jewelry with Hebrew writing on it.  Since much of it had one of a handful of Hebrew words or phrases engraved in, she should let us have a look, and we would have a go at figuring it out for her.  She handed the ring to him.

He looked at the ring, his eyes widened in immediate recognition, and he sucked his lips in--the way you do when you're trying not to laugh out loud or even crack a smile.  He nodded his head up and down slightly.

"Do you know what it says?  It is Hebrew, isn't it?" the lady asked wide-eyed.

Haltingly, "Yeah,'s actually Elvish..."

One Ring to rule them all
One Ring to find them
One Ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them

Thursday, December 31, 2015

15 in '15

No records were broken as far as quantity of books read by me this year, but the ones that I read were enjoyable and interesting in a variety of ways, and here they are in all of their glory.  I really love these authors, and some of them will be on my reading list for this upcoming year, as well.

You'll see Piper Kerman in the mix, and a highlight of my year came early when I met her last winter and got to chat with her briefly and get a really lovely autograph and inscription in my copy of Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women's Prison.  That was about a month after the death of my father, and it was the first time I'd really gotten to go to an event that was enjoyable and gave me enough of a diversion that I was able to (sort of) forget about my loss for awhile.  I'll always think fondly of her for that!
In December of last year, I got proselytized (via great sushi) into a Japanese Literature group, which almost immediately went on hiatus because of changing circumstances in the lives of some of the members (moves, job changes, etc.) and not, as it turns out, due to my joining the group.  It was active just long enough for me to go to a couple of their dinners and read the first book club selection of the year, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage.  I really loved this bizarre book, and followed it up with another from Haruki Murakami, The Strange Library, which is not really a graphic novel, but maybe a close cousin to one.  Also bizarre, dark and wonderful.  I have more of his books (freebies from work, fortunately), and plan to read his stuff again soon.
As far as diversity among authors goes, maybe I didn't do so hot.  There are several middle-aged white dudes in this list, which doesn't bother me really, but it doesn't hurt to read from a wider variety of perspectives.  I did read three books by two Japanese authors, four books by women, four books by three authors who identify somewhere in the LGBT far as I know, that is.  Checking the rest would just feel weird, as does rattling off stats like this.  However, I do think it's a broadening experience to read from authors of different worldviews, from locations around the world and with a multitude of life experiences.  I don't plan on strictly following some of the book challenges floating around the nets this time of year, but I want to take some ideas from a few of them to widen the scope of my reading a bit.  Also, it's fun to read from genres that I normally might not choose.  That's how I've found really great books and new obsessions in the past.  Here are examples of the reading challenges out there, one from Book Riot, and the other from Pop Sugar.  Click to 'embiggen'!

Looking over my books up there, I realize I had a decent mix of literary challenge, relevance and pure entertainment.  I want the same mix for this year.  I don't really do those challenges, like the Goodreads one, where the goal is to plow through fifty books.  I definitely want to read more in 2016, but not for the sake of scoring and 'winning' a challenge.  I find that a lot of times, those challenges are filled with crappy YA books that are no-brainers to read and/or the participant is cramming in ten of the shortest books they can find in December, just so they can finish successfully.  Bless them, and good wishes, but that's just not the type of reading I want to do!  There are definitely some dumb time-wasters that  I can cut out next year that will carve out more time for good book reading.  We'll just have to see if I follow through and do it! 
That's about all I have to say about books at the moment.  I wonder what books you all like to read, or liked reading in the past.  Who are some of your favorite authors?  Did you ever read a book that surprised you by how much you liked it? 

Happy 2016, everyone.  I really like reading your blogs, those of you who still write them, and those who don't, I'm glad you still pop in and comment now and then, and I'm really happy that I found this place years ago to come to and read and vent and have some fun and make some pals and write some run on sentences.  I like you all a ton.  True story.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Crime Doesn't Pay

More pictures!  At least I'm still giving them descriptions.  Hopefully I won't resort to smoke signals in 2016.

I was surprised and pleased a few weeks ago to get an email from the IMA, and see my pal Joe right at the very top!  He's a super intelligent man, and funny.  I wish his partner Brian was in the picture, too.  They've been together for 25 years (or at least close to that now--I'll have to ask).

This incident inspired the title.  I smuggled a drink into the library (NO DRINKS ALLOWED), and didn't tighten the lid all of the way.  I mean, why would I bother to be careful when I'm sticking a vat of liquid in my bag?  It leaked a bit, so I had to dry out the inside of my bag and a few of its contents.  Crime doesn't pay, and to make the justice poetic, the leak-er was my Sherlock cup.

Whenever I'm enjoying a beverage from this cup (legally or illegally), I catch a gander of this fellow, and think fondly of his turn as Richard III.

Speaking of which, I was really happy to accidentally stumble upon this picture from some kind stranger (it couldn't be my photo--my nails never look that good).  Kind stranger was breakin' the law, too.  No pictures allowed, not even of the set before the show.  I'm glad she took it--the production is long over, anyway, and it reminded me to get out my program and read all of the extra stuff that I hadn't had time to do on my trip.

I can't believe I still have this.  I was a nanny for three years (while having a day job--I basically chauffeured this kid around to school and to his sports, etc.), and my charge Thomas made me this bracelet.  It would be at least 12 years old now, and I wear it almost every day.  I still exchange birthday and Christmas cards with him, a grown-up college man.  I have come close to losing this thing so many times--it can slip off when I remove a jacket, for example.  I've found it on hotel room floors, in long sleeves, on the floor of my car.  You'd think I'd just rig it up to fasten tighter.  One day maybe I'll lose it for good, but I'll still be keeping track of Thomas!

Some of my Christmas decorations...

International Santas...

This is a weird, lazy way to present this (a picture of my camera screen, rather than taking the time to upload from my camera), but here are my yucca cane trees at about a year or two old.

Here they are today, a full (human) head taller than I!  They live on my front balcony during the seasons other than winter.  In winter, they live in my living room, except for the weeks when my Christmas tree is up.

This was at 6:30 on a Saturday evening at the aforementioned IMA.  It felt like midnight--I wasn't yet accustomed to the early dark hours and chill in the air.  Not a great picture of the famous sculpture, but it was fun to see it in the dark.

A display of books in the entrance.  I think they're still up.

What I ate for lunch there.  I'm sure artichoke hearts are good for you, even under all of that cheese.  Good!

Failed attempt at arty-ness.  There's the fountain out there--it lights up different colors at night all year.  Beyond that is a large set of sculptures that are meant to be paint brush strokes.  Gosh, an outdoor up-close picture of those would have been cool, huh?  :)

This book was in the gift shop.  That dessert, for me, falls into the category "too pretty to eat."  However, I'm sure I'd find a way.

...And the reason I was there on this particular day.  I saw the film Tab Hunter: Confidential, which was by the same director and very much in the same style as the documentary I Am Divine, which I'd seen a few years previously at the fest, and is currently available on Netflix (US and maybe others).  Both films are smart and funny, and deal with serious issues with a sense of fun and great love of the subjects.  I'm glad Tab is alive and was able to take part in this and see it.