Thursday, April 27, 2017

medium level annoyed or mildly angry

My favorite curse word is piddlypot.
I don't know why it is, i don't remember where it came from, but if i am upset enough to call out an expletive it is 8 times out of 10 piddlypot (the other 2 might be too filthy to type here). In fact, i never realized that it was my signature curse until Dash started talking and i confided in JP and Kate that i was worried he would pick up bad language habits from me (i was thinking of that other 20%) and Kate replied, We'll know he is listening closely to you the first time he says piddlypot.
I am also fond of the word crap, normally in conjunction with something else, i.e. crap on a stick, crap on a cracker, crapcakes with a side of tartar sauce.
But i need a curse or expletive that lies somewhere between crap (not good) and piddlypot (really, really not good).  There are two good words that i will say to myself that fit the bill - baldershaft and bagondasheesh - but they come from private jokes and it doesn't feel right using them in public because then i'd have explain all of the backstory and who has time for that when you are already upset about something?
That is where Thesaraus Thursday will come to my rescue!
As i continued to read about words that have fallen out of common use, i came across zooterkins.
Zooterkins!
Yes, it sounds like the name of a fire Pokemon, but in fact zooterkins is a 17th century expletive akin to consarn it, but less 1849 prospector-y. It even feels like a word that would live in the Nikiverse.
Let's try to bring zooterkins back, people. It is a kinder, gentler way to let everyone around you know that something or someone has just stromped on your next to next to (would that be your third to) last nerve and attention needs to be paid to keep the situation from boiling up to piddlypot.
Or that other 20%.

Friday, April 21, 2017

so fun to say

Shuttlecock.
Shuttlecock.
Say it out loud people, shuttlecock.
That is a super fun word to say.
Shuttlecock.
Shuttlecock.

And why do i have badminton on the brain?



And not just any badminton birdie, my friends.
This beauty at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, MI is 18 ft tall and FANTASTIC.







Installed in the mid-90's by Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen, it is one of three shuttlecocks strewn about the grounds making it look like giants were playing a game of badminton with the museum as the net.
BF Suzanne and I visited KC last November and this was the Number One thing on my to-do list.
It did not disappoint. 
You can totally go stand inside of it for pictures.
Totally.
though you might not want to put your foot up on the priceless art, as a nice security guard reminded me 
Giant shuttlecock.
Like a set piece from my dreams.
Thanks, Kansas City!

Monday, April 17, 2017

Not just peanuts

Our new quote comes from George Washington Carver. Though known for inventing 300 uses for the peanut - including peanut butter, which he actually did not invent - Carver's most lasting contribution to America was probably the research and implementation of crop rotation in the South.
  As a professor at Tuskegee University, he encouraged his students (all male at the time) to strive towards gaining eight cardinal virtues:

  • Be clean both inside and out
  • Look neither up to the rich or down on the poor
  • Lose, if needs be, without squealing
  • Win without bragging
  • Always be considerate of women, children and older people
  • Be too brave to lie
  • Be too generous to cheat
  • Take your share of the world and let others take theirs

Though certainly fine life goals, the list is a bit unwieldy as a quote. Luckily, he nicely summarized that basic philosophy thusly:
How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.  

Friday, April 7, 2017

former Friday Adventures with Lydia

Happy Birthday to Lydia!
Though she has moved away to have Friday Adventures with her family in Georgia, i still smile when i recall all the crazy food we ate and the odd places we ended up exploring. {is that street closed? wait, is that street missing?}
Here are a few snippets from the immense blog backlog (to be completely caught up by September 2022):
Black Kettle Dining, located on Frederick Rd in Catonsville, is a lovely bistro specializing in soups and small plates developed around "the color wheel of nutrition."
Lydia and I both ordered the lunch soup, salad, sandwich combo, which came with a "booster shot" of nutrition, AKA, a shot glass of frothy green stuff that promised to be really good for us.
Bottoms up!


Not surprisingly, the soups were excellent. 
We both also enjoyed our salads and Lydia's chicken and avacado sammie looked quite good.  
And then there were the desserts. Oh, the desserts. So good. The lemony thing in the middle was fantastic. I seem to recall it was lemon ice swirled with lemon curd: cold and delicious.




McFadden Art Glass hosts an event called Date Night on Fridays (obviously you don't have to BE on a date to go) where you can watch glassblowing and make your own glass piece. It is free to watch and you can pick a piece to make in your price range.





Lydia had done a larger piece before and chose to make a fantastic pendant.


This was my first time and i was in a tizzy about what to try. 
One one hand, taking a class at Wheaton Village was on the 101 and that class was making a paperweight.
But at McFadden you can actually do pieces that are blown - you really get to do actually glassblowing.
And there was a great starfish and i am a sucker for a great starfish, which ended up being the winner.

Not only is there a studio, the is also an on-site gallery and store.
I love, love, love colored glass and had a wonderful time.
Plus, now i own a glass starfish that i can say i made myself.
And i am counting it for the 101!
that's the bathroom sink. i NEED it in my house.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

because day after tomorrow is just too many syllables

Poplollies and Bellibones is a fun book by Susan Kelz Sperling about words that have fallen out of use in modern English. I found a copy for a dime a few years ago at a book sale and have been enjoying finding and trying out new (old) words.
I am on a quest to bring overmorrow back to common usage.
It indicates the day after tomorrow and has a commonly used equivalent in German, Dutch, Swedish, Norwegian, Afrikaans and French.
Come on people, join me in promoting overmorrow in sentences such as, "Overmorrow is Saturday; let's go dancing" and, "There is no possible way i can have 70 original greeting cards created by overmorrow! Have you gone insane?"


Tuesday, April 4, 2017

cheerful

With a new beginning comes a new quote from the commonplace book, this time from Charlotte Bronte. It pretty well captures the attitude that i am trying to nurture within:
Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.
Amen to that sister, amen.

Friday, March 31, 2017

mmmmmmmmmm...corn







Good corn.

Big corn.

I mean, BIG corn.

Inedible corn.

Concrete corn.

































Ohio was the major producer of corn in the US for many years, which calls for a giant, concrete corn planted in a field in Dublin, OH.
And not just one giant ear of concrete corn - there are 109 of them.
It isn't in some far, out-of-the-way field; this awesome art installation is right next to an office park.
You are just driving through Dublin and there it is in all of its corny glory;
 Rea took me here for my birthday a couple of years ago knowing that i love both corn and giant objects.
Two for one joy! 
Plus another 101 item.




You can read her account of the adventure at the Cackleberry Hollow blog here







In case you don't forsee a trip to central Ohio in your future, enjoy some video of that gorgeous May day (2015) surrounded by an overwhelming amount of concrete corn.
You're welcome.
video

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Friday, December 2, 2016

Hiatus

With a ton of craft festivals, holidays and vicious writer's block, i think it best to declare an official hiatus here until the new year.
But we will be back!

Monday, October 31, 2016

it was just sitting there, waiting

Man i love finding things on the side of the road.
Cool things, that is; not roadkill and such.

Getting ready to pull out of my driveway this morning i spotted this chandelier by my neighbor's curb with a FREE sign taped on it.
Free?
Like free to a good home?
Like free to my home?

I don't know why they discarded it.
Maybe it is broken.
Maybe they remodeled.
Maybe they found it in the attic.
Whatever the reason - SCORE!
I mean heck, the crystals alone are worth the price of taking this home and giving it a good cleaning.

OH! I could use it as a display for NikCo.
Or I could see if my awesome electrician brother can get it wired into my house.
Maybe in the photo gallery hall.
Maybe painted copper.
ohhhhhh... the possibilities...


Friday, October 21, 2016

Festival Season

Create. Pack. Load. Drive.
Wares on display. Joy for sale.
Whimsy is my job.
October 22nd show at Arbutus Senior Center 10am-2pm


Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Jam and Jelly

Kudos to my BFF for reaching her 101 in 1001 goal of canning 500 jars a full year early!
She really is awesome.
Here post about reaching the goal is here; please go give her an attaboy.
Speaking of which, Rea is celebrating her upcoming blogiversary by giving away a gift pack of jams and jellies.
You name is entered into the drawing every time you comment on Sept posts on her blog.
If you love some homemade goodness, be sure to go back and comment on all of the September posts. And if you mention that you came from here, my name gets entered as well. Yay!






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Saturday, September 17, 2016

inventorying - what fun

Sort. Count. Repair. Make.
Preparing festival stock. 
This might take a while.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

farewell Lydia; be sure to wear your seatbelt

Today was my last adventure with Lydia before she moseys south to join her sibs in Georgia and we had to do it up BIG style.
Big Crash Test Dummy style, that is.
Searching for giant objects to collect for my 101 (4 down, 6 to go - 394 days to finish) I saw a post about a giant crash test dummy in Maryland.
In Glen Burnie.
At the main MVA.
Like, less than 20 minutes away.
How is that even possible? 
   I was sure i had every cool/strange/odd thing of a gigantic nature in the metro area.
Turns out "Lamont" was installed in 2012
 to remind drivers to wear their seatbelts,
which is the same year i stopped traveling for work.

And i, like all rational individuals,
avoid the main MVA like the plague.

No wonder i missed it.
wee little Lyds - he's 5 times normal sized



But by jiminy, i was determined that Lydia was not going to miss it before she traded steamed crabs for peaches.
So we parked in the sketchiest, vaguely abandoned parking lot we could find by MVA and walked over to meet him.

Here we are in front of two large signs about the history of the seatbelt. 
No, really. 
A comprehensive history of seatbelts. 
On well-written, actually interesting plaques.
You kinda have to see it to believe it.

Good luck, friend and remember to always buckle up and avoid the peltzman effect
Lamont would want it that way.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

was that 6 or 7 or 6?

Yesterday while i was waiting for the optometrist my eyes were dilated to aye-aye level so i had to keep them closed to prevent the fluorescent light from piercing my brain.
credit: Philadelphia zoo
Sitting in a room full of people with my eyes closed naturally makes me think of meditation,
which made me think of missing my meditation group,
which made me think of the blog post earlier this week,



which made me think of the original picture i 
used of day lilies that Cassie and Mike brought me after my dad died,





which made me think of my dad,
which made me sad for a moment, but then concerned because dad had an issue with his eyes that i was being tested for that very day,
which made me nervous,
which circled me back around to meditation,
which made me consider my meditation haiku,
which gave me pause, did the mid line actually have 7 syllables or only 6?
Hmmmmmmmm...
Yep, that haiku is syllable deficient. 
How in the world did that happen?
Haikus are not rocket science, people. There are only 17 syllables total. That is the whole point.
I think it was because i was toying with both meditate and meditation during the writing process. 
bah
I also realized that i spelled meditate wrong. sheesh.
double bah
So here is the revised edition.