Saturday, October 30, 2010

Class is spilling over

I am finding more and more my classes are just spilling all over my ‘real’ life.  They are not staying in their nice, neat boxes where I can pull them out when needed to study.  Case in point, Art Appreciation.
Now I consider myself a sometimes artist.  And I genuinely appreciate art.  Well, maybe not Picasso or Warhol, but for the most part, I like art.  So here I am, studying quietly along and there in my text book is a picture of an a piece of art, which I now know is considered Land or Earth Art.  This installation piece is by Alan Goldsworthy, the artist whose photo intrigued me in my textbook.
The picture which had caught my eye was an installation piece with leaves strung together with grass stacks and released into a stream.  The vivid green of the leaves against the dark running water of the stream and the gray of the rocks really pulled me in.  Then I happened to see a mention of a documentary on Alan Goldsworthy’s work, Rivers and Tides.

So off to Netflix where they had it on instant play and I was instantly transported.
First off, if you did nothing but turn the sound off and watch the cinema photography of the documentary, it is an hour and half of breathtaking shots.  All of his materials are pulled directly from nature (there goes my trip to Jerry’s Artrama!) and how he can take a hole in a stone in a stream (or creek if your from my part of the world), fill it completely with the heads of flowers and make it riveting is beyond me.
I do have two complaints about his work.  The majority of it is temporary, only there for a few hours or minutes.  And I really want to hold onto those images.  There is one shot where he manipulated icicles into curves and had them coming out of a rock and then the sun hit the icicles and it just glowed.  And melted.
The second complaint….Alan laugh a bit!  After a while I just wanted to see a chuckle or smile from him.  The aloof, suffering artist was getting to be a bit much by the end of the documentary, so I just concentrated on the work and not the artist himself.  This is definitely one I would say grab a glass of wine, turn it on and let the world go by.  Then get up and go for a walk in the woods.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Texter Does Halloween

Texter wanted to carve a pumpkin.  So I bought a pumpkin and a little carving kit and brought it home last Friday night.  And in the middle of the kitchen floor (with a generous application of newspaper) she traced and carved for hours.  She created my one and only Halloween decoration – that is if you don’t count me looking like the Wicked Witch after a day of work and school.

This is the first pumpkin she has actually carved all on her own.  Once or twice we did the whole ‘family bonding moment’ and she assisted in carving a basic pumpkin – but this was all hers.

(The pictures are no reflection on the quality – in other words, the pumpkin is awesome, the pictures are crap!)


Actually, she carved 3 different designs on the pumpkin. 


And then the lit version.



And then one of the other designs (my favorite).






DSCN1422    The third side.

Like I said, the pictures don’t do it justice.

The girls will both be gone over the Halloween weekend, pursuing their own interests (Huzzah!!! – I mean cough, cough) So it’s just me and the pumpkin.  I plan to turn off the lights and pretend no one is at home.  I’m going as a Bah Humbug for Halloween!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Major Writing Starts in 4 Days

Yep, let’s combine a crazy ‘write till you drop’ schedule into a work/school work schedule.  But then that’s why I’m on meds!  Oops, did I say that?  Anyway, November 1 starts National Novel Writing Month (again) and this time I hope to make it through the month and come out the other end with my 50,000 words.


(Interrupted by cat opening the cabinet door with the pots and pans and deciding he needed to be at the back of the cabinet.  Very noisy at 8:30am.)

This year I have a little more planning involved in what I am going to do.  I will either (1) work on the combination cookbook/family story book I have been collecting notes on for decades or (2) a trashy, paranormal romance using the names of 2 of my ancestors, Grief and Mourning.  They were twins born after their father died.  I have always been intrigued by their names.  They are a warlock and witch – one accepts their calling, the other doesn’t.

Now if I go with the cookbook, I will finally get a project off my desk and possibly into a self-printed form.  I want to add photos of food stuff I have made myself to illustrate the book – but that would come later.  On the other hand, trashy romance sounds more fun that my regular life.  Unfortunately, other than names, I really don’t have any real story line in mind.  So four days to decide which direction I’m heading.

But I do have someone I know who will be doing NaNoWriMo also, so maybe we can motivate each other.  This is the first year I actually know someone who is participating.  Netflix and Hulu will have to be put on hold.  Pandora will get a workout as my background noise.  I really need to get Savvy to make me a CD of celtic/fairy music to work by for my stories.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Call me a Geek, a Nerd, but I will be there playing!

Ok, so I’m a geek and a nerd.  I proudly hold my head up high.  I remember typing punch cards in the mid-70’s for the computer guys to earn extra money at school.  And yes, I play World of Warcraft and this is why…


This is going to be so awesome!  Don’t bother me in December……

P.S.  I’ll be at 85 before Savvy and Texter!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Oatmeal and Turnips

No, not together, thank goodness.  But I did, and currently, am eating them.  As I write this, I have a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and dates cooling a bit beside me.

Now both of these are food items I didn’t and wouldn’t eat when I was younger.  In fact, if you want to watch someone gag over dinner, put a scoop of turnips on my plate.  Mom would fix them, in the traditional Southern way, almost like mashed potatoes in consistency.  I was equally consistent in I couldn’t even stand to smell them cooking and would gag and hack my way through eating my obligatory 1 bite. 

However, last weekend I attended an Elizabethan Cooking program through my local Historical Interpretations group and one of the items we prepared was a pottage or soup.  Since potatoes had not come over from the new world yet, we were using turnips, like they would have done.  I helped chop up the little so-and-so’s, trying to figure out how I was going to not gag while eating.

I have to admit though, cooked in a soup, they really didn’t have much taste other than the taste of the soup.  So I had no problem polishing off my bowl, turnips and all.  Not one gag did I gag.

Oatmeal has been an equal trial.  Not quite so bad, but I really didn’t like the texture.  Or at least I think that’s what I don’t like about cooked oatmeal.  Like it in cookies though – cooked or uncooked.  I had purchased a box of instant with raisins and dates, thinking to give it another try.  I know all the benefits associated with oatmeal, but just couldn’t get into the groove, so to speak.  Now that morning temperatures are nippy (cold, according to the girls), I tried yet again to eat oatmeal.  I must say, I am having much better results this time around.  I am making it through most of a bowl.  Noel only has to consume about 2 spoonfuls now.  And I have to admit, I am not as hungry in the mornings before lunch as I use to be.  We’ll see how long it is before I become an oatmeal snob and only do steel cut oatmeal, cooked over the stove rather than a pouch nuked in the microwave.  Rather long time I do believe.  About the same time I buy turnips and bring them home to cook.