When I moved to glassland I learned many astonishing things about glass, life on a corporate cubicle farm and being at one with Nature. Nature, apparently, also learned to be at one with me, at least when it came to raccoons. More specifically, Nature went out of her way to explain that the cute, cuddly little bandits of my favorite animated fantasies were just that: Fantasies. ...
“AAAAIEEEUUUNT NO SUNSHY-YINE WHEYUUUN SHEEEEEEAAAAH’S GAAAAWWWWWWUUUUUUUN…” Startled, I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw the man in the car behind me, mouth open all the way back to his tonsils, belting out the Bill Withers classic. “THAT voice,“ my old singing teacher would have said, darkly, “shouldn’t be allowed to sing.”
I'm an artist. Period. Is it just me being Ms. OversensitiveWordist, or is there something a tad demeaning in the term "glass artist?" I mean, when we talk about a sculptor, do we say he is a "bronze artist?" When we talk about a painter, is he an "oil artist?" Nope. So here's my soapbox on "glass artists."
I've got a real thing about words (surprise, surprise), and Wordsplosion has had me doing the ROTFL thing for the last half hour or so. Definitely worth a visit. BTW, the photo above is my own Wordsplosion-style entry. Mom and I saw it at an airport on our way back to DC for a wedding.
Restaurant website Location: SE Portland Price to fill up two people (with coupon): $40 "I've got a coupon from the Chinook Book," said Robyn, and she read off a list of interesting-sounding restaurants. We decided to try Wild Abandon, mostly because of the name. It was a pretty good choice. Wild Abandon is an unpretentious place with a friendly staff [...]
This is Halloweeeeeek, my favorite time of the year. In glassland right now, the winter rains haven't quite settled in, the leaves shimmer with color and the winds rise just enough to blow the clouds away. It's also the week of the Pilchuck auction which, given the elections, current economic climate and all the scared rich people out there, may be in for much rougher weather than usual. So this year, my Halloween story combines auctions, ghosts and what happens when, as now, fear runs away with common sense.
To the list of things you can do in a bathroom stall (and believe me, it’s an extensive and varied list), add: Job interviews. I kid you not. This morning at work I headed for the ladies room to do standard bathroom stallish things. I’m sedately ensconced when someone enters the stall next to me and (I presume) sits down. [...]
Woke up this morning to the drumming sounds of rain on the skylight, lingered a moment in bed enjoying it, and in its usual convoluted meanderings, my brain dredged up my old neighbor Mike and his tin rooflet.
(given the state of the financial markets), but the Pilchuck auction is later this month. Once again I'm going to miss it due to prior commitments (and a kilnbuilding project that'll either bankrupt me or drive me nuts, maybe both). But at least I can have fun with the online catalog... It's kinda nice to see so many artist-buddies represented [...]
Boy. Them folks sure swing a mean bow. (Photo courtesy of Gigi the iPhone) Just got back from the Portland Baroque Orchestra’s version of Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons concertos. As promised, it was really well-done. But wanna know the best part? They had fun with it. Really. They had fun. […]
