Busy Fingers

I want to keep my fingers busy but everything is either packed for the next month, or I'm out of materials temporarily. So I can either cook, bake, clean, felt little things or make things out of magazines. Since the last is inherently messier, I want to do THAT!

I'm thinking I'd like to make
a garbage can,
a bowl

or, some other time, this rug. It's not out of magazines but recycled blankies instead.

Oh Olympia, You Crazy Thing You....

As of this morning, I'm officially moved home in Corbett, Oregon soon to be Sandy, Oregon (in a month or so). I woke up this morning in my tiny tiny little bedroom, so that's what I'm basing this "official" business on. Now, my new room isn’t tiny in the way it was constructed, but because it is CRAMMED FULL of boxes of things left over from my parents’ move here. So my room has a full sized bed with about 1 foot of walking space from the door along one side and that’s it. The rest consists of this looming wall of cardboard… heavy heavy cardboard. I’m working on reorganizing it a little, I did manage to free up about a three foot by two foot space in the closet to cram some of my clothes in. The rest, as with a great deal of my things from Oly., will be put in storage in the new house for the next month. Ah well…

What started this post was not the move itself, but the fact that I’m going to miss Olympia and all of its crazy ways. For example, The Hall of the Woods. I didn’t post about this before because I forgot and after a while it didn’t seem THAT crazy, but thinking back on it, it was a little exotic. About a week or so ago I got a call from Bed and Star about going to a performance-artish-thing. I wasn’t doing anything and this was before Katherine and Peter got back so I’d been hanging out at the house with Monty embroidering all day, every day, PLUS these tend to turn into mini-adventures which are always fun. We decide to go. We left late, arrived late but everything started REALLY late. Then again, I don’t think it counts as late if everyone’s running on this crazy thing called “Olympia Time” which means everything is delayed by at least an hour. So really, they were right on time. But let me back up a little.

We’re driving to this place called the Hall of the Woods, which is where Missoula Oblongata was scheduled to perform (late). We’re driving… and driving and driving. It’s not far but everything is getting more rural and shady the further out we get. Finally, we wind up in this woodsy area when all of the sudden this old purple-ish barn looms up on our left. “Hey guys… I think that was it.” And it was. It’s this crazy purple barn with little lights hanging from the porch and a couple of Greeners hanging around smoking in the front. It’s getting dusky and we pull around to the side and park at the end between an old rickety truck and some blackberries. The four of us get out and look at each other. Behind the barn is a canoe that’s being worked on, there’s a wild-looking garden in front of the car and then on the other side of the truck is a folding table FULL of large bones. Like deer sized. Ben grabs a chunk of vertebra about an inch-and-a-half tall (that’s definitely big enough to be a deer… or something) and holds it up “Cool! Oh… these are a lot of bones!” There’s a lot of enthusiasm in that sentence, and all I can do is quietly hum that banjo music while I size up the mountain of bones, trying to estimate how many critters it took to fill it up. We walk around to the front and squeeze past the Greeners debating something or other, onto the porch and into the barn.

The barn, it turns out, looks like someone lives there. You walk in and it’s a huge, semi-finished space. The roof is mostly a series of huge tarps with some sort of insulation, there’s some furniture, a booth from a diner or something to the side and a giant parachute hanging from the ceiling. The parachute is glowing and looks a bit like a jelly fish with a light stuffed inside. There’s a kitchen and above the kitchen a loft-bedroom area. There are Greeners sprawled out across a couple of couches and there’s a tv with it’s insides yanked out to make room for a fern. We sit down at the diner-booth beause Star’s found a kitty there which needs an intense amount of cuddling.

(Cuddle cuddle)

While we’re waiting for things to happen we watch a couple of kids play with a pretty cute muttly-dog. The kids are wearing all sorts of clothes that look like they’ve been pulled out of a costume chest. Ones in footie pj’s (and it looks like he might just live in them), and another is wearing a peasant blouse, long skirt and bright red shoes. They look like they’re having fun but between them and the dog (which later turns into six muttly dogs) everything still feels a little sketch. Finally the music starts and then Oblongata goes on. It was a neat little three-person performance involving themes like: math, fortune cookies, eggs from space, astronomy, relationships… etc. Afterwards Star bought this print of people you could call around the U.S. who are experts on random things. You could call them anytime and ask them any question (as long as it pertains to their subjects) and just be a kooky Greener whenever you felt like it. As we pulled away from the pile of bones and the growing number of happy Greeners, dogs and children I felt pretty good about the way things are again. In that little bubble, life was good. If only movies and books wouldn’t tell me otherwise. Something tells me it would be harder to find a Missoula Oblongata outside of Oly.

Uhhhhhh.... Right

I just watched Dr. Seuss's The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T. I think these two movie clips pretty much sum the movie up, in all of it's bizarre entirety

The Dungeon Elevator


The Dungeon of Scratchy Violins

Oh dear... the 50's were a crazy place, in Technicolor!

Oh, and as I was watching it the villian's voice (Hans Conried) sounded SUPER familiar. And then it hit me, he's the same guy who did the voice for Captain Hook in Disney's Peter Pan. Amazing!

No WAY!

Ok, so you know that I took that beekeeping class two quarters ago? Well, you also know how the bees have been disappearing (which is so much more important than global warming, really, global warming won't even matter if we don't get our bees back in business)? Well, I found this video on Swissmiss today. AMAZING! I'm still giggling a little....

On The Wide Open Road

Thanks to another blog, Swissmiss, I've found another short series of films. This one is still in progress so I think I'll be watching it over a longer period of time, which should be interesting. It's about a family who decided to move from the East to West Coast and instead of buy a plane ticket, they bought a 1950's trailer and they're going to be slowly creeping across the U.S. Way cool. It's called The Continental Crawler.

Episode 1:

The Continental Crawler: Episode One from Michael Cogliantry on Vimeo.

VBS Strikes Again

My favorite website for about the last year has been Vice Magazine. I haven't really looked at the hard copy that they've published, but the online bits are excellent. A while ago I posted the story about the floating garbage island the size of Texas that's milling about in our oceans. Truly nasty stuff. That was from Vice's video section. Now, they've put up a five part series (don't worry, they're only five minutes each) about the single gigantic garbage dump (the Payatas) in the Manila, the capitol of the Philippines. This is a series not only about the dump itself, but about the thousands of people who live and scavenge within it on a daily basis.

Welcome to Judgement

I just found this really cute animation from my new discovery: Smitten.

The story is from This American Life.

Quilt Numero 6

This, indeed, is the sixth square of the quilt to be finished.

BEHOLD! A koala...

Ahhhh... To be Three

And remember more about Star Wars than I ever have at one time. I always just remember bits and pieces and then jumble them up.

So Jesus, What did You Learn in School Today?

I've had this article open in the background of my computer and every once in a while I accidentally click on it, bringing it to the front of everything. I've been meaning to post about it... any meaning to and meaning to some more. I think it's a great article, but more importantly, I think the man (David Campbell) it focuses on sounds like a great teacher. I can't imagine what it would be like the teach high school kids in general (NOoooooo THANK you!) not to mention attempting to squeeze ideas into their heads that they really, really don't want to hear. After watching movies like Nanking and A Crude Awakening: The Oil Crash while I've been home alone for two-three weeks and feeling sorry for the general state of the world, the ending to this article has made me feel a wee bit more optimistic about the state of things. But not much...

The MIGHTY BOOSH!

I love this show. Love it love it love it. I spent a good hour tracking this episode down because it IS my absolute favorite of all times.

Part 1:


Part 2:

Best quote:
Lady: "Because to kill a man, you need a snake with a much bigger bite radius." ZooKeeper: "Well, Bite MY Radius! Ladius!"
Hah!



Part 3:



Thanks youtube!

Too Cool for School!

Thanks to the swissmiss blog I read with increasing regularity I found this gem:

Felted Wool Stones! For a second I thought they were enormous felted rocks, because I've seen small felted pebbles which are small rocks with wool felted around them, or even felted soaps, but these Viva Terra creations looked outta this world. So cool!

#5 Quiltoration

Mind the Greenery, Dear

A couple months ago on my usual bus ride to school I was looking out the window because it was better than staring at the guy with the dreads two rows up who was covered in really bad tattoos.

Now, you may ask, "How do you remember that guy after so long?" Answer: I don't, there's ALWAYS a guy with dreads and bad tattoos on the bus so I figure it's a pretty safe bet that that's the reason I spotted the goats in the first place. And NOW you might be asking yourself "Did she just say goats?" Answer: Why yes, yes I did.

We were driving past one of those bioswales or whatever, you know... the giant grassy valleys they put next to parking lots to trap water and such in, when I noticed large, brown, furry things running around among the blackberries and tall weeds. And THEN I saw the sign hanging on the chain link fence surround the swale-ness. Goat Trimmers. Amazing! Someone had rented out goats to trim their city-mandated mess of greenery. Now THAT'S dedication! I mean really... just look at their crazy prices, but imagine how many cool-points you could score from your friends, or these people by going THAT green!? Of course, it does require a truck and trailer to transport said ruminant bodies to places like the Target parking lot I first spotted them in, but meh, who cares? They're GOATS!

I'll Quilt You Together!

This is the third square I've finished,

and this is the fourth!
(this is my favorite one so far)

Plantsssation

I found these little pink flowers in Oly. while I was waiting for the bus, pretty pink buds!

Branches in the first, and last patch of sun yesterday.
I really like it when you can see the termite tunnels on trees winding their way around and around...

Choxie

Choxie sleeping on the way to the vet when, after three tumors and more than three years of good living, was quietly put to sleep.

Good night Choxie.

Quiltation!

So, for the last... three... whole days I've been holed up at home scratching out some drawings and then starting the embroidery on my quilt. I've got two of sigh..... sixteen panels done. One, is this octopiddle...

These are centered in the middle of what will be about an oh, ten inch, circle of either embroidery or quilting. I have this idea that I'll quilt all around up 'till the ten inch circle through the back and front. On the front will be the embroidery like this here, and on the back I'm hoping that I can get Steve to draw some warped representations of the same animals I've quilted rather innocently on the front. Heehee, it should be awesome!
And here is the wee chick I've embroidered, I've pulled back a ways so that you can see how big he is in relation to the rest of the quilt. The octopiddle is much bigger, he fills up the entire planned circle.
Peepee!

And here's my sketch of him before I started the actual embroidering.
Anywho, that's what I've been doing. I'm starting to have sewing dreams so I think it's time to pause for a day or so.

Hey, YOU.

I know you like all these pictures of Monty that I put up periodically and when Star sent me this ad I did a little bit of internal melting, in my heart region.

Mommy and dad say "NO no no!" to this newest mammalian intrigue so I'm calling on all of you who read this. Do you have a little extra room in your heart and house for this little guy for... oh.... 8 more years? PLEASE!? Sigh...

Now-Day

I am officially done with evening swim lessons and class for the rest of the summer! Today is my first day of moderate freedom (wouldn't want to get too crazy with all out relaxation, now would we?). I woke up at 7:30, ate breakfast, made a soup, cleaned the house, and went to Joanns to pick up some supplies for this:
This is the first half or so of my picnic blanket/quilt I'm making. I'm going to embroider it... eventually. I have yet to figure out how the rest of it will go (i.e. where the rest of the fabric goes... who needs a plan anyway?). I'll upload some drawings of my embroidery plans later when I get them all squared away. In any case it's going to be pretty fantastic.

I was talking about spiders weaving webs in the yard earlier and I found this big guy hanging out square in the center of the yard at eye height on a web about 1.5 feet square. Impressive, so I tried my hardest to walk around him and leave him be. I have to mow at some point, but for now he's going to enjoy his hard work one more night and probably catch some tastey things.
And I found this enormous dead beetle on the ground by the bus stop in front of our house. He was pretty cool and shimmery.

Today

This past weekend was a bit rough, what with all the forgetting, accidents and other booboos and last night was my ASL IV final story which went passably well. So this morning I decided to treat myself to breakfast. I'm not sure that it really counts because I did have to make it myself AND I still have to clean it up... or perhaps if I leave it long enough flies will do it for me..... or maybe not. In any case, I woke up and picked the few blueberries growing on the surprise blueberry bush in the backyard and made myself some slightly burned ground-oat blueberry pancakes complete with Olympia Co-op syrup in my mr. piggy ceramic pourer thing.
And then I went outside to check my garden like I do most mornings... just to see if that darn tomato has turned red yet. It hadn't, but I discovered about ten little baby tomatoes starting to bulge up on various limbs, so that's exciting.

Oh, and before I forget, our yard is covered in spiders. They like to build webs between the trees, bushes, ferns, grass, twigs... anything! I just trundle right through their efforts every day, but they don't really seem to care. So the picture above is of one of our ten million web-building-spiders. The other ten million just happen to be located inside the house, so I'll spare you those pictures. I've manage to catch and release about five of them, the rest are hanging out on our vaulted ceiling, well out of reach.
This is my ever so satisfied squash plant. It has one happy 1.5 inch long yellow squash and a couple more flowers.... I have yet to decide what I'm going to do with it when I move. I think I'm just going to leave it because it doesn't seem worth digging up, hauling home and leaving in a pot to whither away slowly. The tomato plant, on the other hand, totally worth it.

And these are my two remaining broccoli plants. The other ones bolted and had only the tiniest broccoli on them anyway. While I don't think I'll ever grow broccoli again for food, I will grow them for decoration because they really are weirdly rubbery blue plants.
With very pretty kind of vieny-viens. It reminds me of some sort of marine animal... like a beluga whale, or a big fishy. Anyway, I think they're cool.

Computers

This woman took this taxidermied beaver and turned it into her computer. As much as I should be grossed out by the compu-beaver, I'm not. I mean, I guess if she found it at a yard sale and then used it instead of hunting it down with something obscene like an M-16, for example, and then had it taxidermied for the purpose of turning it into a computer, then the first option would be better. But in the end, I think the point is still that it takes one strange way of thinking to come up with the beav-tor anyway. Actually, I don't think I would mind having a taxidermy beaver around the house, as long as I got it second hand and it came complete with a crazy back-story.... sort of like the movie Ghost World, without that bloppy Scarlett Johansson (ok, to be fair this is the one and only movie I think she's good in, so I should really lay off her... at least for this post).

This, however, is pretty cool just for tech-sake. This guy took a fish tank and some mineral water and made a fish tank computer.

Bunbun

I Feel Sad Inside...

So I was on facebook.com, whiling away the seconds when I saw today's free gift (it's a stupid thing where you can send your friends little icons... or something. They're usually promotional so I don't usually care.) and today's just happened to be a pair of pink bunny ears that say "The House Bunny" next to them. I thought "Oh goodie! A movie about a bunny that lives in a house! That's cute..." so I decided to google it and see what I get. Instead of a cute (probably animated) little bunny friend I get CLEAVAGE. All up in my face. So I think "That's unexpected... but surely the whole situation is salvageable. Maybe it's a good movie?!" So I clicked farther in and closer to my doomed high expectations for humanity. Finally, just to confirm all of my "Oh dears," I hunted up the trailer. Sigh.... so now I'm sitting on the floor with MY house bunny eating ice cream out of the tub. I think that's really the only remedy at this point.

The Dating World at it's Best

What did we do before the internet? The answer: nothing good.

Zombie Harmony is a website that was featured on one of my favorite blogs, List of the Day, today.

I Met the Walrus

Taken from youtube: "In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan, armed with a reel-to-reel tape deck, snuck into John Lennon's hotel room in Toronto and convinced John to do an interview about peace. 38 years later, Jerry has produced a film about it. Using the original interview recording as the soundtrack, director Josh Raskin has woven a visual narrative which tenderly romances Lennon's every word in a cascading flood of multipronged animation. Raskin marries the terrifyingly genius pen work of James Braithwaite with masterful digital illustration by Alex Kurina, resulting in a spell-binding vessel for Lennon's boundless wit, and timeless message."

In other words: "Brilliant!"

Sigh...

This weekend was just one of those weekends that just never got on it's feet in a good way.

1.) I decided to visit my parents for the weekend to drop of some of my things in preparation for the big move at the end of August.

• But first I needed to clean the house because our land-lady started showing the house for potential future renters.
• But MORE first, Katherine and Peter left on Wednesday morning (5 a.m.) and didn't wind up cleaning before they left... so I cleaned the whole house.
• I left on Thursday night so that meant I cleaned all morning Wednesday before and between work and then again on Thursday morning before hopping on my bike to catch the bus at 9:10 a.m.

2.) I get all that done, pack up everything I'm going to take home and stack it neatly in the garage so that I can load it up easily and quickly (I even line up all the plants by the back door so that I can put them in and go).

3.) I remember the plants, Tic Tac, Monty, my giant thing of hot cocoa mix... even Peter's Wii which I totally "borrowed" for the weekend, but conveniently forgot everything I had stacked in the garage. Essentially, I made that whole trip for nothing (if my purpose is still to bring things home before the end of the month).

4.) I only realize this when I pull up and Mom says "Oh... is that it? Huh..."

5.) and I think "Damn... "

6.) We do things all weekend. Made a pie, at some pie, saw my grandparents, left TicTac, got a "you really should water plants, honey" talk and then watched some scary/beautiful/insane Olympic Opening Ceremony and loafed around the house.

7.) I packed up everything to leave today, did some homework (some being the operative word here) and then drove all the way back home after getting gas.

8.) Why is she continuing this list if she's just getting gas and going home? Well, I started driving and realized about 115 miles afterwards that I had forgotten all of the games for Peter's Wii at home. I KNEW that was going to happen. The very fact that I even THOUGHT about bringing the game system home guaranteed that I would leave something. And I did.

9.) Double damn.

10.) Now I'm entering into negotiations with my parents to send the games back up here via mail instead of having them wait until they come to help me move. Oh please?! Oh pretty pretty PLEASE?

"I AM A GENIUS!"

Is what I just said to Dharyll when I accidentally came up with the most ultimate of ultimate band names. Of course this was an entirely scientific, and creative process involving me spewing out random thoughts about whether or not I have good sea-legs when I came up with

"SNACKIES FOR SEA MONSTERS!"

Fantastic, no? It's got to be said in an epic-radio-announcer-voice though to really be fantasmic.

Spam

E-mail has either gotten classier or stranger from all the medication these people must be pumped up on and then trying to sell. I previewed an e-mail "Love Objects" as the subject, out of curiosity of course, when I found this surrounding pictures of various kinds of viagra (who knew there were so many shapes, sizes and colors!?). Apparently all this poetry gibberish nonesense is supposed to get me to purchase $1.60 worth of female viagra (which does...?).



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These people are funny. I want to meet them, befriend them and then watch their lives spiral out of control as they get addicted to viagra. Oh, and they can't spell either.

I Made it Myself!

I went downtown yesterday to deposit my second (meager) paycheck in the bank only to realize as I was yanking on the clearly locked doors that they were closed on Saturdays. Who does that? Anyway, as I was talking to my sister Jessie on the phone and wandering around downtown Oly. waiting for the 3:30 bus to leave in an hour, I found myself inside of Canvas Works. Funny how that works. So I decided that while I was there anyway I should check to see if they have a drop spindle. I've been hankering to try spinning my own yarn (since it would cut my costs in halvsies). I bought the very very last one (it's like fate right? When a place has the last one of something you're looking for? So you have to buy it. Right? RIGHT?). No matter that my bank account is in a steady decline, I'm going to teach myself how to spin yarn dammit!

So that's what I did last night between the dinner that Katherine and Peter made and our Monopoly game that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. This is the fruit of my labors (ignoring the mess I made out of a particularly hideous color of wool roving I bought to practice with. THAT one is getting tossed as soon as I remember to). I'm quite pleased. I think I'll get one more baggie of that wool and then knit a hat or something.

Guess Where I'm Going to be 9-5-08?

THE DANDY WARHOLS!

Oh, and I'm sorry in advance for those of you caught off guard with the nudity in the first video... oops! (WARNING: Nudity in first video!)

TicTackiness

TicTac woke up again during the day this time so I thought I'd get a picture of his crazy plus CLAW! Plus I found this picture today and it only made his shell look all the uglier (I don't know what makes me giggle more, seeing a hermit crab all wound up in it's shell, or all the stupid comments posted below the picture).

Sigh... in his own time, I guess, all in his own time.

THE CLAWWWW....

Money Can't Buy Everything, But It'll Let You Rent Just About Anything

Newsweek ran a story about a company called FlexPetz that rents pets out to people who either don't have the time for one of their own, or simply don't want the responsibility (aka furniture destruction, vomiting, vet bills... etc.) that go along with pets. In theory, this sounds great. It's like pet sitting, but instead of getting paid, you pay for the privilege.

Payment includes:

1. $99.95 per month for membership


2. $45 per "doggie ownership day" (with a minimum of 4 days per month, so whether you rent one or not you still have to pay an extra $180)


3. $150 in-home orientation training


4. $25 shuttle fee (so that you can have the little "companion" brought to your door, provided you live within a 10 mile radius of their pet center.... it's an extra $2 per mile outside of said radius).


5. PLUS you get billed for all of these things for the first month upon joining.


6. These people are making BANK.

Until, that is, you think about the tole it takes on animals like dogs, cats or... dare I say? Rabbits. I mean really, there are somethings like goldfish, or even goats who could do well with a service like this. Dogs and cats, however, have been domesticated to such a degree that they depend upon humans to survive and therefore are essentially programmed to bond with/form an emotional attachment to people. When they get passed around homes to stay for a few hours or weeks, they develop neither the attachment to people or the routines and familiar environments necessary for well adjusted pets. Even Monty took a few months to warm up to living with me, but now he's always following me around.

I'm about this much _____________ pissed off about this.

That's alot.

The Tank

This is TicTac's abode. He was living in Monty's room/Paul's old room/the craft room until I moved him into my shelf upstairs about an hour ago. He fits perfectly and now the chances that I'll hear him tictacing around at night are greater. That way I can play and play and play with him, or whatever you do with TicTacs. He's buried in the coconut or something right now. I can't find him even though I've dug around in there for a couple of minutes a couple of times. It's a little silly that I can't find an inch and a half hermit crab in a 20x10 inch tank. Whatever TicTac, I don't want to play with you anyway!

Two-Legged

I know I already posted about this little guy (I'm keeping him because I really like how he turned out) but now he's got a couple of friends.

I made an otter oh... maybe a week ago? I think... or just about then.

The pile of carnage in the background is pretty great. Oops..
And then I made this guy while Peter, Katherine and I played Risk last night. I won AND had enough time to make a big bunny-man while we played.
Well... biggER. It's about three inches tall or something. He was going to be a llama, but that obviously didn't go anywhere near as planned, but it still works. I think I abandoned the llama idea pretty early, so it's not like I was trying to make a llama and then it just wound up looking like a bunny.

Cult Classics

I just watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch. It's one of those movies that keeps getting played during the first couple weeks of fall quarter at Evergreen. Along with Rocky Horror Picture Show, Kinky Boots and a few others. I really enjoyed the other two, so I ordered up Hedwig on netflix out of curiosity. Even though I still think that Rocky Horror Picture Show needs to be watched in a theater full of other people who routinely go to see it, armed with a newspaper, rice, squirt guns and other accoutrements to make the experience authentic, I've watched Kinky Boots by myself and liked it so I thought I'd give Hedwig a shot. I really enjoyed it. There were a couple of clips that caught me up. The first was the song The Origin of Love with a little animation that goes with the song. I found the clip on youtube.com so I thought I'd post it (I also bought the song because I like it so much.

And I really liked this clip where they do cool things with the set, but I think you should really just watch the movie because if you see too much of the movie in little chunks it'll seem much more bizarre than it is.... although it is rather out there (in the tradition of Rocky Horror and Kinky Boots, really).