4.30.2010: day 65

I was perusing my snack selection this evening and noticed Fishy sitting on the shelf. My grandma used to have him in a dresser drawer in her bedroom within reach of her sewing machine. When I watched Grandma sew, I would open the drawer to play with Fishy. I always felt badly for him, being stuck by all those pins, and would 'save' him by pulling them all out. With a sigh of relief, I'd pat Fishy on the head and put him back in the drawer. Grandma was good-natured about it, and every time I'd visit, the pins would be back, and I'd go and take them out again. It was quietly dramatic and silly and wonderful.

4.29.2010: day 64

I brought home some artwork recently and the boxes are starting to pile up in my storage space...err, my bedroom... Luckily, it's only for a the summer.

4.28.2010: day 63

Today was the last day of class. One of the pieces we critiqued was set up on a water fountain, and when someone turned the water on, everyone laughed. The water arching in front of the sculpture created a frowning face. (Sorry, no photo.)
When I came home, I turned the oven on to warm up some leftover pizza (which I subsequently burned to a crisp, oh well) and when I opened the oven door, it looked like a face.

4.27.2010: day 62

My latest remnant poem.
(After the exhibitions are over in the gallery, I peel off some of the vinyl lettering to reveal a new phrase or poem. This is the second one that came from: Linda Wysong, Earth & Sky.)

4.26.2010: day 61

Boatloads of browallia are encroaching upon my driveway. It could certainly be worse. It could be poison ivy or nettles or picker bushes or deadly nightshade... but instead, it's lovely little browallia.

2.25.2010: day 60

This afternoon, more family came over. I hadn't seen my cousins in a really, really long time. We jabbered, had some tasty vittles, and played cards n' stuff.

4.24.2010: day 59

The fam took a jaunt to Alexandria. We were almost to the Torpedo Factory when I saw this horse.

Then, we had an enjoyable evening at the Kennedy Center listening to my aunt and uncle, and their chorale group, sing.

4.23.2010: day 58

On my way up to DC to visit my mom and aunts and uncles, I drove near this car for about an hour. Several people, including me, flashed headlights to let them know they didn't have theirs on. This photo was around 8:15pm. Shortly after, I passed them for the last time. Hopefully they finally figured it out, because it got dark.

(slow exposure) I like how the clouds appear to drop below the treeline, or are possibly strange condensations on my windshield.

2.22.2010: day 57

This evening's happy little fruit extravaganza.

4.21.2010: day 56

Today was a little wet and chilly (comparatively) and so it was lovely to come home to a nice, warm mug of tea. Oh, and the tea wisdom of the day is: "The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity." Dorothy Parker, 1893 - 1967

4.20.2010: day 55

Dumpster art?
I was walking into work this morning (through the loading dock) and saw this burlap sculpture creeping out of the dumpster.

4.19.2010: day 54

Every time I enter my little bathroom, I think about my grandma. The curtain I made reminds me of her and the bedroom I stayed in when visiting her and Grandpa. (Although, the curtains in the kids' room were light yellow eyelet with little orange pom poms at the bottoms. Was that really what they looked like?) Either way, I remember I liked them, and liked the familiarity of that room whenever I visited, and liked going on exploring expeditions in the attic, which opened through a closet door.

4.18.2010: day 53

"We never come to thoughts. They come
to us."

(Nothing like a little Heidegger to pass the time while doing laundry.)

"What is spoken is never, and in no
language, what is said."

(Those were from "The Thinker as Poet" and the page in the photograph is near the beginning of "The Origin of the Work of Art") It's been awhile since I've read Heidegger. I have to be in the proper mood, and alert, because most of the time it takes me awhile to ponder what he's suggesting in some sentences, let alone a paragraph or entire essay. But, these are good things to think about, and it's fun to ride the loop de loops of his arguments and ponder our Being, even at the laundromat. "To this end it is necessary that we should know with sufficient clarity what a thing is."

4.17.2010: day 52

Snoozing spot. (I was falling asleep reading The Secrets of Sleep article in the National Geographic that came today.) I have trouble sleeping off and on, but the article didn't offer much help- only acknowledgment that we don't know much about sleep, or even what its function is or why it's essential. More and more people seem to be having trouble sleeping, though.

4.16.2010: day 51

I had me some purple potatoes for dinner.
They look amazing, and taste pretty good, too.

4.15.2010: day 50

Walking over to the post office again, but this time on campus, I noticed this bird on a stump. Real, you ask? Or stuffed? Real. He flurried off as I moved closer. Although, bird sculptures sneakily installed here and there might be a fun reality-shift.

4.14.2010: day 49

I went to the post office this evening. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I looked up and noticed the deeping color of the sky and how the angle of the trees lined up with building on the left and the telephone pole on the right and the mix of nature and architecture and how the light from the street light fell on the waiting area next to the train tracks...(The Amtrak station is next door to the post office.)
It's beautifully surreal somehow.

4.13.2010: day 48

A little pillowy do da I just made.
(Still needs stuffin'.)

4.12.2010: day 47

My greening view.
The leafing trees are beginning to fill in my backyard.

4.11.2010: day 46

Decided to be a tourist today. We went down to campus and had a little tour of the Wren building. Outside, they had several reenactors. We stopped and talked to the good doctor for a bit and he showed us some of the tools they used back in the 1700-1800s- saws, drills, tooth extractors... you know...pleasant things.

4.10.2010: day 45

Pussy willows at the farmer's market. I've always like them. My grandma used to have them in a vase when I was a kid, and I remember playing with them, until she would tell me to knock it off. (They were so soft and fuzzy, but did break off easily, so I can understand why she wanted me to quit.) The curly ones above are unusual- I don't think I've seen them before.

4.9.2010: day 44

All in a day's work.

Jayson and I pouring bronze.

Gotta love my job.

4.8.2010: day 43

Mooooooore pooooolllleeeen...pollen on my porch.
And last night, I made the mistake of leaving my door open for about an hour. I looked over at one point, and the floor was covered in yellow. Close door. Sweep floor. Turn on AC.

4.7.2010: day 42

It has been snowing pollen. My car looks like it was fingerprinted.

I finished installing Linda Wysong's work in the gallery, and had to do a little vinyl rearrangement. So, I got to play around with the leftovers.

4.6.2010: day 41

Nothing like a little half off Easter candy and an old Ingmar Bergman movie.

4.5.2010: day 40

It's after 9:30pm, and my door is still open. Outside thermometer reads 76.5. Summer comes early around here...

4.4.2010: day 39

Easter dinner was had. It was good.
(Thanks to my sister's friend, Katie's, lovely family.)
There are a few stray peach pie crumbs to the far right.

4.3.2010: day 38

The farmer's market just opened, so I walked down there this morning. Lots of people. Lots of goodies. I bought a loaf of sourdough, a huge chocolate chip cookie, curried squash soup, and a pot of English Daisies, although the tulips and daffodils were hard to pass up.

4.2.2010: day 37

Tonight, I went to see Mark Wood and Laura Kaye rock out with a local high school orchestra and choir. It was cool to see the kids having fun making music. Reminded me of my grandpa, who was a high school music teacher and orchestra director for many years. Miss you Grandpa!

4.1.2010: day 36

The view outside my bathroom window this evening. I like the shape of the clouds. I like that it was 80 degrees today. No, I did not wear shorts. But, I did break out my cool t-shirts.