Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Here's how it looks today: a bit darker, shows up nicely. The only thing I don't like is that this is the only way I can see it right side up--if I take a photo of it! Next time I'd get it the other direction.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Here's my tattoo on day 2, what it looks like after the henna ink and sealer comes off. Now I'm supposed to put some natural oil on it to keep my skin moisturized so the tat will last longer. So J. goes and gets a bottle of olive oil and a basting brush! Hey, I'm not a turkey. Anyway, it should last for about 2 weeks. After that I might decide to get a permanent one. Ha! Henna tats don't hurt, it's just like someone painting on your arm. I don't know if I could do the painful kind. So here's a plug for my body artist: Check them out at SoleShine. They do parties, which I think sounds like a lot of fun, a tattoo/art party!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
These are the ATC's I entered into the House of Cards II ATC exhibit in Columbus, Ohio. I just wish I could attend the show. It's kind of a far drive, darnit. But I do get a show poster for being a participant, that should be fun.
The top one is one of a series I made last Christmas called "You Know Why." I carved the James Dean rubber stamp. The doggie one is a drawing I made based on a fun children's picture book. It's called "Gigi" and along the side are the words "Flowers always made Gigi feel like dancing. And the flower one is from the recent State Flower swap that I did. It's a Showy Ladyslipper, the MN State Flower.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
"Community is the happy affirmation of the young writer; but solitude is the mature writer's dearest mate." --D.W. Frenza
It's in an essay for MFA Students (that's what I have, an MFA in Writing) who are just graduating and wondering about life beyond the classroom. He compares students to bees in a hive, which gets kind of annoying, but he makes some very salient points. I used to feel guilty that once I'd graduated I just wanted to get away from school and most of the people there, even though they were good writers and nice people...but now I think I get it. I'm finding my place in the world. They were good for me, those people, while I was there in the program. Now it's okay to let them go. They don't need me, I don't need them. End of story.
Or, beginning of new story. I wrote a young adult novel for my thesis that was very marketable, but I have no desire to go back to it and send it out to publishers and invest my energy in it. I want to write something else now. And I should not feel guilty that I'm not focusing on that saleable piece. I'm not in this for the money, I never was. That's mainly why I quit the Writer's Union, because I realized that was their agenda, money. And it wasn't mine. I love writing for writing's sake. So there.
People find out I'm writer and they get all excited when they read my writing and like it, and then they have this agenda for me: I need to talk to so-and-so because he's had books published and he could help you and blah-blah-blah bestseller, money money money. Why can't they just say, hey I really enjoyed that piece. And let that be enough? Is that an American thing, always going for the big money? It's like watching those dolts on Wheel of Fortune spin the dork wheel and chant "C'mon, big money! Big money!" I've always found that embarrassing to watch. Why don't they just call it "Wheel of Ugly Americans"? It's not like they're doing anything real hard to win, either, jeeez.
Which reminds me, I like doing crossword puzzles, which do take brain power, but I've recently gotten more interested in the British version of the crossword puzzle, which is the cryptic crossword. It has more wordplay and I like that, and when you get the answer, you know you got it right, there's no ambiguity. So I'm reading this old book I found called Beyond Crossword Puzzles, which is teaching me how to do cryptic crosswords. Fun!! We did go see the film Wordplay, about the 28th annual American Crossword Puzzle Tournament, run by Will Shortz, the NYTimes crossword puzzle editor and puzzlemaster of NPR, and that made me want to do more puzzles. But I don't want to just amass obscure knowledge, like all those geography clues require (port city in Kansas--shut up, it's a joke, my geography is not quite that bad). It's much more satisfying to solve a cryptic clue and know immediately that you got the answer right.
"I've got to get to a library... Fast!"
Saturday, August 19, 2006
So my sister sent me this rant she had passed on to her from a woman who's pissed off at Kotex for printing "Tips for Life" on the peel-off strip on their pantiliners. Evidently they say helpful things like "Staying active during your period can relieve cramps" and "Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh." Yeah, shut it, Kotex. You aren't my doctor. It is pretty bossy, you gotta admit. Like the recent helpful list of money-saving tips Northwest handed out to their screwed-over employees, with tips like "Don't be shy about pulling something you like out of the trash."
See, the problem is, Kotex and Northwest are not in a position of trust for the things they are trying to offer advice on. In fact, they have a vested interest in our behavior, therefore, they need to shut it. And I now have to add Always to the list, because right before I got this email from my sister about Kotex, I noticed that Always also has messages on their peel-off strips...not as bossy as Kotex, but still weird. The message is "Have a Happy Period," and also in French because I live near Canada, "Bonne et heureuse semaine." This is a handy phrase that should be in any traveler's notes--French phrases for everyday use...yeah, not so much. The thing is, what the frack is a "happy" period? It's like saying "Have a good time in surgery." Um, no. A happy time is not really the goal of surgery. Or a period. It's a necessary evil. Period. Pun intended.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I also put up a few more links to more of my book reviews. They aren't new, but if you just can't get enough of my writing and haven't read these yet, then you can go get more. Whoo.
Talker: Looks like it's going to be a nice day out there, huh?
Trapped Person next to him in line: Mmm-hmm.
Talker: As long as the Blue Meanies don't drop down on us, huh? (snickers at private joke)
Trapped Person: (says nothing, looks baffled but smiles)
Talker: The Blue Meanies, haha. That's what I call the Homeland Security--boy, those guys are ruining everybody's party, huh?
Trapped Person: (nods silently)
Talker: Pretty soon you won't be able to buy a pack of cigarettes...
Trapped Person: (looks at talker questioningly)
Talker: --without being afraid they'll spontaneously combust...
Trapped Person: (looks more baffled)
Talker: --because some Turk put pyrotechnics in it!
There was more after that, about the government in the fifties and commies under the toilet seat, but I thought the Blue Meanies was brilliant. And if you don't know who the Blue Meanies are, good Lord! Go watch Yellow Submarine.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
So I watched this guy for a while, since traffic wasn't moving much. He was funny, he yawned and looked at himself in his rear-view mirror while he was yawning. Then he stuck his finger in his eye and checked his finger for eye goo. Ew. So I looked at the guy in the car in front of me, and he was cleaning out his ear with his finger. And looking at it. Ecch. You know, men make fun of women who put on make-up in the car (actually, I do that, too--mock them, not do as they do), but really, I thought this was much worse. Driving in traffic is not the place for personal hygeine rituals, guys.
I was in the lane that had merging traffic coming into it, you know, the one where people pretend nothing exists on the right side of their car, even though there are all these cars with their blinky blinkers on begging you to let them into their lane? Lucky me, I had a Haagen Dazs truck come alongside my car. You know I let him in.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
They never had these in the library when I was an ankle-biter. The kids love them. You can actually check them out like books, how cool is that?
In the morning before opening: Study tables next to windows with a great view. Stacks reflected in the window.
This is the library where I work. This view is of the front of the building. The library is actually on the left half of the building, at least the public part is.