I have two bodies and assorted limbs. I shall be Doctoressa Frankenstein (alas no Lightning, but ve do not need any stinking lightning) and attempt to bring my creations to seams if not life.
Life? Bad idea. Remember that Karen Black film, "Trilogy of Terror"? The third part where the woman was gifted with a spirit doll who possessed a very pointy knife? *shudder*
Seams good; life, not so good.
***CV
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
extra, extra
Pi update: after a very scary moment at NW wools when I thought they had run out of the opal I needed, it was discovered hiding in their backstock. So Pi is done, well the body, and Richard Parker has been begun.
Conjurer's Bird update: Finished last night. Both sweet and sad.
Book purchase update: The Story of Stone, by N.M. Browne; Blue, by Lois Lowry; Whispers From the Cotton Tree Root, edited by Nalo Hopkinson. The last is a collection of modern Caribbean fabulist tales.
And really odd, but, as I was browsing the Scifi section (curse peolple who ink mark in their books then resell them to an unsuspecting public) another customer was too (ok not odd but) when I went to YA he appeared soon after and when I went to Textiles he was there again. Aaah! Go away! You are so freaking me out!!
Tattoo update: in certain cultures women had their hands tattooed when they became engaged and then their husbands tattoed the brides face on their wedding night. In other cultures the chief would pay for all the male youth to be tattooed the same time as his son so they could all "share the love". This would be the culture in which the term trouser tattoos would be applicable. Feel free to draw your own conclusions.
***CV
Conjurer's Bird update: Finished last night. Both sweet and sad.
Book purchase update: The Story of Stone, by N.M. Browne; Blue, by Lois Lowry; Whispers From the Cotton Tree Root, edited by Nalo Hopkinson. The last is a collection of modern Caribbean fabulist tales.
And really odd, but, as I was browsing the Scifi section (curse peolple who ink mark in their books then resell them to an unsuspecting public) another customer was too (ok not odd but) when I went to YA he appeared soon after and when I went to Textiles he was there again. Aaah! Go away! You are so freaking me out!!
Tattoo update: in certain cultures women had their hands tattooed when they became engaged and then their husbands tattoed the brides face on their wedding night. In other cultures the chief would pay for all the male youth to be tattooed the same time as his son so they could all "share the love". This would be the culture in which the term trouser tattoos would be applicable. Feel free to draw your own conclusions.
***CV
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Con, Edward and now Joseph Banks...
Mailed my swap package off this early afternoon (I loooove breaks 'cause then I can indulge my sleep until noon habit ). Then off I went to Lint to knit and read. I knew if I stayed anywhere near my laptop I would not be very productive. While there I picked up some 6inch 1.5 DPNs, we will not discuss anyhting else I may or may not have purchased.
I am really enjoying the Conjurer's Bird :)
Pi is almost done and tomorrow I will be somewhere where they have Opal tiger striping yarn so I may pick up some more.
I think I may have stunned Chris with the concept of a shelf dedicated to Defoe - I'm not sure.
Stephanie I have an "anklet" connected by a lotus which ranges from 0.5 to 1.5 inches in green purple pink and gold. The artist made it in one sitting: outline and colour. I love it. In our conversation he said he would love to do the next one but I think I'll wait for a full back later :)
Interesting fact in the book I purchased says that many girls got chin tattoos because it was supposed to prevent wrinkles. Oh really? And if you see your grandmother with chin tattoos and she's wrinkled: are you really going to belive what you're being told? Or was granny tattooed ineffectually and this time it will really work?
***CV
I am really enjoying the Conjurer's Bird :)
Pi is almost done and tomorrow I will be somewhere where they have Opal tiger striping yarn so I may pick up some more.
I think I may have stunned Chris with the concept of a shelf dedicated to Defoe - I'm not sure.
Stephanie I have an "anklet" connected by a lotus which ranges from 0.5 to 1.5 inches in green purple pink and gold. The artist made it in one sitting: outline and colour. I love it. In our conversation he said he would love to do the next one but I think I'll wait for a full back later :)
Interesting fact in the book I purchased says that many girls got chin tattoos because it was supposed to prevent wrinkles. Oh really? And if you see your grandmother with chin tattoos and she's wrinkled: are you really going to belive what you're being told? Or was granny tattooed ineffectually and this time it will really work?
***CV
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Tattoo Pi
Aaargh! I haven't started my Pi project. Well, that's not quite true. I have just over an inch done so 12 inches to go and the embroidery and the stuffing and the sewing.
Blame it on the tigers comrade, that's what I'll do. Until that one is done I have no color for Richard Parker.....well, that doesn't work 'cause I can start with the Piscine part, can't I just? So I did. Et voila une inch c'est compleat.
I'm wondering about the garment though. Should I do a dhoti? A tiger in a dhoti might be considered dotty.... hmmmm. I could do something bluish (Oh now I have a Meanie in my mind: "Are you bluish?" *poke poke*" You don't look bluish.")
Went to Powell's the other day to pick up the next KTC read and ended up with not only Moll Flanders (my, there are certainly some risque covers out there), but The Storm also by DeFoe, and Yarns to Dye For. I then went back today for, The Conjurer's Bird by Martin Davies (reminds me of a Dashell Hammet) and The World of Tattoo.
The last is more research for my melodrama character (one of the three, she's handy with needles :)
While looking at the Defoe shelf (Why yes there is an entire shelf dedicated to Defoe. Don't all bookstores do the same?) I came across a volume entitled Colonol Jack. The scene I flipped to had the hero - who has become an indentured servant in Virgnia, answering the door to a young lady. Apparently she knows he's the only one t'home but pretends other wise. It eventually ends up in, as Jack says: spending a goodly part of an Hour in which She displayed her Great Wit and I the Poverty of mine.
It's a miracle I didn't buy the book on the spot.
***CV
Blame it on the tigers comrade, that's what I'll do. Until that one is done I have no color for Richard Parker.....well, that doesn't work 'cause I can start with the Piscine part, can't I just? So I did. Et voila une inch c'est compleat.
I'm wondering about the garment though. Should I do a dhoti? A tiger in a dhoti might be considered dotty.... hmmmm. I could do something bluish (Oh now I have a Meanie in my mind: "Are you bluish?" *poke poke*" You don't look bluish.")
Went to Powell's the other day to pick up the next KTC read and ended up with not only Moll Flanders (my, there are certainly some risque covers out there), but The Storm also by DeFoe, and Yarns to Dye For. I then went back today for, The Conjurer's Bird by Martin Davies (reminds me of a Dashell Hammet) and The World of Tattoo.
The last is more research for my melodrama character (one of the three, she's handy with needles :)
While looking at the Defoe shelf (Why yes there is an entire shelf dedicated to Defoe. Don't all bookstores do the same?) I came across a volume entitled Colonol Jack. The scene I flipped to had the hero - who has become an indentured servant in Virgnia, answering the door to a young lady. Apparently she knows he's the only one t'home but pretends other wise. It eventually ends up in, as Jack says: spending a goodly part of an Hour in which She displayed her Great Wit and I the Poverty of mine.
It's a miracle I didn't buy the book on the spot.
***CV
Monday, March 27, 2006
Poetry Monday
Damp Patio
The spiders
were crawling on the laurels.
Chance
is turning into snow,
and the sleeping years
now venture
to set up the looms
of always.
Quietude, turned into a sphinx,
laughs at Death,
which sings gloomily
in a group
of distant cypresses.
The ivy, full of drops,
carpets the walls,
which are steeped in archaic
Misereres.
O ancient tower!
Weep
your Moorish-style tears
onto this solemn patio
that has no fountain.
The spiders
were crawling on the laurels.
F.G. Lorca
***CV
Victorian Vampire
I can't remember exactly how old I was when I first became fascinated with Jack the Ripper. I think I was about 12 or 13. I had already gone through my Salem witches and inquisition phase, a dip into aeronautics and then Jack. I can't even recall what inspired it.
Considering what a shy and demure child I was then - though I did check out Mein Kamf, I suppose my parents let the stalker fascination pass in hopes of, I dunno, strengthing my assertiveness?
Yeah: Back off Jack!
It led into all kinds of other avenues of investigation though: Malthus, Christopher Wren, Free Masonry, Industrial Revolution, Child Labour....
What brings up this memory is a recent disagreement about Dracula which was written nearly 20 years after the Ripper terrorized London. See, I was pondering the reaction to my pointing out that Drac was a Victorian novel not a romantic one; and then I began to wonder why some consider it romantic (ummm an emaciated corpse with overgrown fingernails, smelling of rotton fungi and bad dental work coming to neck with a beautiful girl is romantic??) and others not.
So I would like to open a discussion. I feel Dracula fits in more with Victorian novels for what it represents of the Victorian nature:
Antithesis: Dracula and his environment - an ancient village full of superstitious people living in fear of a decaying castle's long undead proprieter, represents all that Victorian prudery, OC scientific classification and modernisation despise.
Synthesis: The heroine in her self sacrifice represents the Victorian ideal of virtue - and thankfully she dies so we don't have to deal with her behavior later.
I can see a romantic aspect in the descriptions of the moldering environs but those descriptions are not the soul of the story which I believe any true Romantic gothic book demands (I would consider Poe more of a romantic then Stoker).
Chris, I am turning the heel. Aren't you proud? :)
***CV
Considering what a shy and demure child I was then - though I did check out Mein Kamf, I suppose my parents let the stalker fascination pass in hopes of, I dunno, strengthing my assertiveness?
Yeah: Back off Jack!
It led into all kinds of other avenues of investigation though: Malthus, Christopher Wren, Free Masonry, Industrial Revolution, Child Labour....
What brings up this memory is a recent disagreement about Dracula which was written nearly 20 years after the Ripper terrorized London. See, I was pondering the reaction to my pointing out that Drac was a Victorian novel not a romantic one; and then I began to wonder why some consider it romantic (ummm an emaciated corpse with overgrown fingernails, smelling of rotton fungi and bad dental work coming to neck with a beautiful girl is romantic??) and others not.
So I would like to open a discussion. I feel Dracula fits in more with Victorian novels for what it represents of the Victorian nature:
Antithesis: Dracula and his environment - an ancient village full of superstitious people living in fear of a decaying castle's long undead proprieter, represents all that Victorian prudery, OC scientific classification and modernisation despise.
Synthesis: The heroine in her self sacrifice represents the Victorian ideal of virtue - and thankfully she dies so we don't have to deal with her behavior later.
I can see a romantic aspect in the descriptions of the moldering environs but those descriptions are not the soul of the story which I believe any true Romantic gothic book demands (I would consider Poe more of a romantic then Stoker).
*****
Chris, I am turning the heel. Aren't you proud? :)
***CV
Sunday, March 26, 2006
noticias
Ministry, Sigur Ros and the Decemberists are coming - three groups that are so alike ;)
Speaking of ironic statements, I was browsing myspace groups last night and came across a grammar site which was so laden with irony one could smell the rust.
Speaking of ironic statements, I was browsing myspace groups last night and came across a grammar site which was so laden with irony one could smell the rust.
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Ever have one of those meetings with a supervisor which is billed as a discussion but ends up as a one sided ramble? I'm really looking forward to one of those tommorrow *sigh* Maybe it will be a discussion.
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I'm going to read the Lais of Marie de France now. And perhaps finish the tiger's companion.
***CV
Saturday, March 25, 2006
In the temple of love II
For posterity.
Last night began as any typical, I'm going to see a live band does with a complete and total emptying of the closet. Last night it was all about the shoes. Some nights it's all about the coat, or the top or the skirt or the bag. But last night? It was the shoes. So ,after narrowing down ten outfits to a possible two I could worry about other stuff.
Like, where is this place I'm supposed to be?
Look it up? Pshaw. I'm sure it's the same venue where I saw Bauhaus. So dolled up out I go: into the rain. Feh! Back up to get an umbrella. Back down to: no rain. Look, I'm already well into the opening act's time so I start walking.
Kinda nice being out in the Night time again. Until I get to the questionable area and am hit upon: You talkin' to me? I know you are not talking to me. I can cut through you better than a grand duchess ices a ne'er do well at a debutante ball.
So I get to the venue but, hmmmm this doesn't seem right. For one thing the place name on the sign and the one on my ticket don't match. Big clue. So I go in (ain't no way my gothed up self is hangin' out on Crack Corner). I wait as security checks three bags then ask, " Do you know where such and such is?" Security don't know but a patron does so I set off to walk back the way I came - in my 4 inch shoes.
See - it's all about the shoes.
I make it. Have a great conversation with a Gaelic accented shirt vendor about drinking barriers - he had none, and then got completely dry iced by the Sisters of Mercy. But it was so much fun.
Now, I have been to many venues where scuffles have broken out and audiences tend to react differently. Some make a circle to give the brawlers space to continue; others try to break it up; others ignore it: oh dear some mysterious fist came out and hit me, wonder what that was really, perhaps the drinks are that strong?
Last night was amazing. When a fight started one person pressed through the crowd immediately to find security and all the other patrons around the two fighters intantly shot up arms and pointed at them. No ifs, ands, or buts. It is you two and we want you gone and we're not only telling we're showing. Fabulous!
A fellow patron commented on how there no one was moving during the show. No dancing around. I don't know if that is because all the people who have made it up front are afraid to lose their place or they can't dance. I have always loved the GA floor section because it was the dancing section: not anymore apparently.
Oh, and different venues have different facilities (the ladies know what I mean). Some are gender segregated, some are not and some try to be but fail miserably. So this place was clearly delineated but, the one I visited was like entering a haunted house hallway. Completely panneled and any panel might be a door or might not. You only found out when one opened into you. I was willing to play the Price is Right; so that if you were by the door that opened you won the prize; but everyone else seemed to prefer the first come first served rule *shrug*
So, yeah, the show ended about 12:30 and I wanted a souvenier only the ATM wasn't in service so I had to leave the building, after making sure I could get back in, cut a line waiting to get into a bar, give up my ID to the door check so I could use their ATM, reclaim my ID, return to the venue and (as a venue crew member said "hope they're still set up") climb 4 flights of stairs to a fully house lit room and disturb the vendor as he has already taken down and is packing up all his wares.
S'okay. As the vendor said: Brilliant! Y'made it back!
I love live band shows :) And oddly enough, I realised lately I have more fun when I go solo then in a group :) ***CV
Last night began as any typical, I'm going to see a live band does with a complete and total emptying of the closet. Last night it was all about the shoes. Some nights it's all about the coat, or the top or the skirt or the bag. But last night? It was the shoes. So ,after narrowing down ten outfits to a possible two I could worry about other stuff.
Like, where is this place I'm supposed to be?
Look it up? Pshaw. I'm sure it's the same venue where I saw Bauhaus. So dolled up out I go: into the rain. Feh! Back up to get an umbrella. Back down to: no rain. Look, I'm already well into the opening act's time so I start walking.
Kinda nice being out in the Night time again. Until I get to the questionable area and am hit upon: You talkin' to me? I know you are not talking to me. I can cut through you better than a grand duchess ices a ne'er do well at a debutante ball.
So I get to the venue but, hmmmm this doesn't seem right. For one thing the place name on the sign and the one on my ticket don't match. Big clue. So I go in (ain't no way my gothed up self is hangin' out on Crack Corner). I wait as security checks three bags then ask, " Do you know where such and such is?" Security don't know but a patron does so I set off to walk back the way I came - in my 4 inch shoes.
See - it's all about the shoes.
I make it. Have a great conversation with a Gaelic accented shirt vendor about drinking barriers - he had none, and then got completely dry iced by the Sisters of Mercy. But it was so much fun.
Now, I have been to many venues where scuffles have broken out and audiences tend to react differently. Some make a circle to give the brawlers space to continue; others try to break it up; others ignore it: oh dear some mysterious fist came out and hit me, wonder what that was really, perhaps the drinks are that strong?
Last night was amazing. When a fight started one person pressed through the crowd immediately to find security and all the other patrons around the two fighters intantly shot up arms and pointed at them. No ifs, ands, or buts. It is you two and we want you gone and we're not only telling we're showing. Fabulous!
A fellow patron commented on how there no one was moving during the show. No dancing around. I don't know if that is because all the people who have made it up front are afraid to lose their place or they can't dance. I have always loved the GA floor section because it was the dancing section: not anymore apparently.
Oh, and different venues have different facilities (the ladies know what I mean). Some are gender segregated, some are not and some try to be but fail miserably. So this place was clearly delineated but, the one I visited was like entering a haunted house hallway. Completely panneled and any panel might be a door or might not. You only found out when one opened into you. I was willing to play the Price is Right; so that if you were by the door that opened you won the prize; but everyone else seemed to prefer the first come first served rule *shrug*
So, yeah, the show ended about 12:30 and I wanted a souvenier only the ATM wasn't in service so I had to leave the building, after making sure I could get back in, cut a line waiting to get into a bar, give up my ID to the door check so I could use their ATM, reclaim my ID, return to the venue and (as a venue crew member said "hope they're still set up") climb 4 flights of stairs to a fully house lit room and disturb the vendor as he has already taken down and is packing up all his wares.
S'okay. As the vendor said: Brilliant! Y'made it back!
I love live band shows :) And oddly enough, I realised lately I have more fun when I go solo then in a group :) ***CV
In the temple of love
some day ..... some day...... some day......: DOMINION!
gotta love a band that has songs named after you :) ***CV
gotta love a band that has songs named after you :) ***CV
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Butterfly on a wheel
I do adore Nathaniel Hawthorne but, there are times when, he can become a mite precious. The thought of an ancient King teaching his children their A B C..... *wince* Of cource Mr. Hawthorne is the author of a book entitled the Marble Faun which I have mentioned elsewhere.
I recently picked up a copy of Richard Rutte's (sic?, and yes I am too lazy to walk into another room and check; I'll update later) book, a History of Handknitting. I have seen it for a while but the price always encouraged putting back not purchasing. There is a story that I am working on ,however, (remember the bad melodrama?) in which one of the characters was raised in the Lake District and knits. I had presumed that ye olde knitters used steel needles esp. DPNs but then I thought I had better check. Sure enough!
I was talking with a friend today about a project he was working on and he was becoming very excited: "I can build (part) over summer break and show it in the fall!" Has he not been told that he might not be returning here next year but going somewhere else, yet?
A parent recently commented that this time of year must be very hard; Not knowing who will be with you next year and who will not.
It is.
***CV
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One ( 1 , uno, ichi, une) more day: SoM
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I recently picked up a copy of Richard Rutte's (sic?, and yes I am too lazy to walk into another room and check; I'll update later) book, a History of Handknitting. I have seen it for a while but the price always encouraged putting back not purchasing. There is a story that I am working on ,however, (remember the bad melodrama?) in which one of the characters was raised in the Lake District and knits. I had presumed that ye olde knitters used steel needles esp. DPNs but then I thought I had better check. Sure enough!
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I was talking with a friend today about a project he was working on and he was becoming very excited: "I can build (part) over summer break and show it in the fall!" Has he not been told that he might not be returning here next year but going somewhere else, yet?
A parent recently commented that this time of year must be very hard; Not knowing who will be with you next year and who will not.
It is.
***CV
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
guilding
Arachne spun a golden thread
a sticky floss too fine
tis said
to bind or wind or lead.
yet
someone
skeined then wound
this golden ball
unravelling down
through twisted hall
and
brought floating high
into the air
a chariots wheel
a bit of glare
the sun's a copper penny
someone said
but I forget who spun that thread
***CV
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
'Tis Greek to Me
Is it just me, or does Nathanial Hawthorne's version of, The Dragon's Teeth (in which Europa is stolen away by a white bull), eerily resemble the story of the three little pigs?
I'm just glad that his version of the Golden Fleece ends with Jason leaving Colchis before Medea makes an ocean stew of her kin. Though, after reading Euripedes' version I just can't find any sympathy for Jason regardless of his one bare foot.
So, a group of three and I are using Chaucer as a means of figuring out how not to spell.
***CV
I'm just glad that his version of the Golden Fleece ends with Jason leaving Colchis before Medea makes an ocean stew of her kin. Though, after reading Euripedes' version I just can't find any sympathy for Jason regardless of his one bare foot.
So, a group of three and I are using Chaucer as a means of figuring out how not to spell.
***CV
Monday, March 20, 2006
Lady day
Spring. Persephone and Hades. A mother and a boy made vengeful for being spurned. I find this poem appropriate:
Oriental Song
The fragrant pomegranate
is a crystallized sky.
(Each seed is a star,
each membrane is a sunset.)
A dry sky, compressed
by the talon of the years.
....
It is a minature beehive
with blood-red honeycombs,
since its bees shaped it
out of women's mouths.
Therefore, when it bursts open it laughs
with the purple of a thousand lips.
The pomegranate is a heart
beating upon the sown land,
a scornful heart
where the birds don't peck,
a heart which on the outside
is as hard as a human being's,
but which gives to him who pierces it
the fragrance and blood of May.
The pomegranate is the treasure
of the old gnome in the meadow,
the one who spoke to young Rosa
in the lonely forest,
the one with the white beard
and the red costume.
It's the treasure still guarded
by the tree's green leaves.
A coffer of precious stones
in a womb of vague gold.
...
F.G.Lorca
Sunday, March 19, 2006
gracias a ti
Dear Commentator,
Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy day to stop and leave a comment. I especially appreciate your kind remark regarding some of my "right on target perceptions in spite of my wildly off base ones". And, while I respect that others may consider your message to be spam (though I found nothing meaty or pink within it); this may be due to the slight tangential references of reasonable payment options interspersed with yoga and baby clothes; I believe you mean it when you claim it not to be.
Perhaps it is me. My perceptions, as you thoughtfully remarked, can at times be wildly off base.
One question. How was my post, Bengal dreams, at all related to L.A.'s latest rolex wearing, rolls royce driving, sweat franchising, guru?
It was most kind of you to stop by.
santih,
***CV
In other news I finished, Fire and Hemlock, today. If you like revisions of ballads this is highly reccomended.
Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy day to stop and leave a comment. I especially appreciate your kind remark regarding some of my "right on target perceptions in spite of my wildly off base ones". And, while I respect that others may consider your message to be spam (though I found nothing meaty or pink within it); this may be due to the slight tangential references of reasonable payment options interspersed with yoga and baby clothes; I believe you mean it when you claim it not to be.
Perhaps it is me. My perceptions, as you thoughtfully remarked, can at times be wildly off base.
One question. How was my post, Bengal dreams, at all related to L.A.'s latest rolex wearing, rolls royce driving, sweat franchising, guru?
It was most kind of you to stop by.
santih,
***CV
In other news I finished, Fire and Hemlock, today. If you like revisions of ballads this is highly reccomended.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Hello my old friend
I have been visiting a goth site lately. One way I know I've been visiting or participating in a place too long is when it starts occurring in my dreams. Wow! Candy coloured creatures in a dark and stormy university setting. Very non oxford university though, instead, very mid seventies warehouse and palm tree oriented. Lots of concrete and glass high rise buildings in an L.A. style.
I think what is the most odd is that all my architectural dream motifs are related to similar images from childhood. I did not grow up in L.A. though we visited frequently. And in fact are places I've imagined since a child but didn't actually see - or have not yet seen - until later in life.
During one of my yoga training meetings our teacher was discussing the difference between reality and being present, according to the Sutras of Patanjali. When I brought up my extremely vivid lucid dreaming and how so often these images later manifested he looked at me and said:
You are not in reality.
Okaaay. But I know when it is a dream state and I know when it is real.
He shook his head.
It is not real.
*Shrug*I guess my old friend is called Maya :)
On other fronts I am finally reading, Fire and Hemlock, by Dianna Wynne Jones. ***CV
I think what is the most odd is that all my architectural dream motifs are related to similar images from childhood. I did not grow up in L.A. though we visited frequently. And in fact are places I've imagined since a child but didn't actually see - or have not yet seen - until later in life.
During one of my yoga training meetings our teacher was discussing the difference between reality and being present, according to the Sutras of Patanjali. When I brought up my extremely vivid lucid dreaming and how so often these images later manifested he looked at me and said:
You are not in reality.
Okaaay. But I know when it is a dream state and I know when it is real.
He shook his head.
It is not real.
*Shrug*I guess my old friend is called Maya :)
***
On other fronts I am finally reading, Fire and Hemlock, by Dianna Wynne Jones. ***CV
Friday, March 17, 2006
Dear Mr. Freud
hahahahaha! Thanks carrie :) This may explain the week I've been having.
ConsiderateCreator
***CV
***CV
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Why ide.....
So far this week has been...let's just say it is so fun to rip each day off a daily calendar :} Today I decided to check my mail, I refused to do so yesterday. Oh look: a bill, an advertisement (toss), a coupon booklet (toss), a catalog (flipflip) and...
I also received the basic pattern for my Life of Pi project. I will be making a topsyturvy doll one part Pi and one part Richard Parker: wish me luck :) ***CV
Thank you Mystery Swapper!
Animal rubberbands, oh my! Too cute to use :) And I was so looking for something to plant in class. I even brought my recycled containers in today. Morninglories yay! Also, I do live by post its lately - no stringed fingers for me. I had a friend who used to tape notes to her forehead until she got home so she wouldn't forget important things (you see sanity is not important and vastly overrated), so the "acorns" will be very handy. I've not tried Ritter Sports before (cappucino for the curious) now I have the chance. Thank you!
I also received the basic pattern for my Life of Pi project. I will be making a topsyturvy doll one part Pi and one part Richard Parker: wish me luck :) ***CV
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
a la mode
For those who didn't know today was Pi day. Yes a day in honor of 3.14.......not David Lynch and his series Twin Peaks (oh now I've gone and dated myself :) Does anyone else enjoy Juliee Cruise's voice? I think she's fabulous.
So, it's a disease: I know it and I freely admit it. A tiger barely finished, a flamingo and a ladybug in the wings, not to mention the other 20 or so skeins breeding like (dust) bunnies and I have to go get a chameleon. Ah well. Blame it on stress.
***CV
So, it's a disease: I know it and I freely admit it. A tiger barely finished, a flamingo and a ladybug in the wings, not to mention the other 20 or so skeins breeding like (dust) bunnies and I have to go get a chameleon. Ah well. Blame it on stress.
......
But she stays with her flowers
While above in the breeze
The light keeps playing chess
Over the jalousies.
F.G. Lorca
***CV
Monday, March 13, 2006
El concierto interrumpido
For Poetry Monday : the Ides are near
The Interrupted Concert
The harmony
of the deep night has been cut short
by the icy, drowsy fermata
of the half moon.
The irrigation channels protest in muffled tones,
blanketed as they are by rushes,
and the frogs, muezzins of the dark,
have fallen silent.
In the old village tavern
the sad music has stopped,
and the most ancient star
has muted its hurdy-gurdy.
The wind has settled in the hollows
of the dark mountain,
and a solitary black-poplar, the Pythagoras
of the chaste plain,
is trying, with its age-old hand,
to slap the moon in the face.
F.G. Lorca
****CV
Sunday, March 12, 2006
dix dias
So now begins the two week count down to Spring Break. As I do not include weekends that is ten days. Two weeks.
Lessee, that will involve the River of Life .....and Saint Patrick is usually good for a week: if we divide it into illumination, mapmaking, boat building, and myth busting.
I somewhat like the thought of introducing the River of Life simultaneous to St. Patrick because there is so much in celtic mythology that involves crossing a river of blood - which could be seen as crossing the boundry of womb to world as well as from the realm of phaerie to the plane of mortals. And considering we just ended our traipse through medieval times, we have the relationship between the crosier and the shamrock's shape, and thus the pagan with the christian.
However, I will probably emphasise Patrick this week, and nod towards the River, perhaps stained glass windows of his story: the son of a Roman official kidnapped by Irish raiders, and Patrick's running away from the local chieftan, and his later return no longer as a shepherd of animals but of people. We could even do illuminated manuscripts with a line of story and heavy illustration, a book of hours or seasons for the gardeners and knitters...hmmmm must find the gold and silver pens.
BTW Patrick or Padraic supposedly spoke terrible Latin. His grammar is apparently nearly indecipherable.
10 days*****CV
edited: before I took the Icoso Hedal ball class I went through my fingering weight stash -OMG - I could replace every pair of socks in my drawer twice over with what I have. This is so not OK.
Lessee, that will involve the River of Life .....and Saint Patrick is usually good for a week: if we divide it into illumination, mapmaking, boat building, and myth busting.
I somewhat like the thought of introducing the River of Life simultaneous to St. Patrick because there is so much in celtic mythology that involves crossing a river of blood - which could be seen as crossing the boundry of womb to world as well as from the realm of phaerie to the plane of mortals. And considering we just ended our traipse through medieval times, we have the relationship between the crosier and the shamrock's shape, and thus the pagan with the christian.
However, I will probably emphasise Patrick this week, and nod towards the River, perhaps stained glass windows of his story: the son of a Roman official kidnapped by Irish raiders, and Patrick's running away from the local chieftan, and his later return no longer as a shepherd of animals but of people. We could even do illuminated manuscripts with a line of story and heavy illustration, a book of hours or seasons for the gardeners and knitters...hmmmm must find the gold and silver pens.
BTW Patrick or Padraic supposedly spoke terrible Latin. His grammar is apparently nearly indecipherable.
10 days*****CV
edited: before I took the Icoso Hedal ball class I went through my fingering weight stash -OMG - I could replace every pair of socks in my drawer twice over with what I have. This is so not OK.
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