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Oh, my...this has been sitting in my drafts folder for a long time, and is hilariously out of date.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...)

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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 would...well...house 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 date...by 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

Ring

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, uh...no...it'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