Something stinky this way comes…

2 02 2010

Wren and her best friend, Judy came to see me and that was a wonderful visit. Wren moved to Ann Arbor right after I moved to Chicago so we’ve been online buddies more than anything, although we did enjoy lunch in Chicago a year or so ago. I’ve enjoyed getting to know her via the blog neighborhood because we share common interests and she’s like a link to the good life in Ann Arbor. But true to my experience in these matters, we get along famously in person, too and I loved meeting her college roommate. We went to Florida Native Orchids, my favorite little (but very extensive) quirky orchid place ever. With 3 big greenhouses there are always many beautiful plants in bloom and I love that they are growing many of their own cross species. We adopted a few and one of mine smells especially sweet.

Then we went down to Boyd Hill and I had the pleasure of sharing my raptor buddies with them. Jane took many photos so go bug her to post them.

For the past few days there’s been a stench about the place that has had Rich and me looking at each other with wrinkled noses and curled lips. It’s been getting worse and worse even as we changed out the litter box completely, took out all trash, cleaned the frig, cleaned everything. Still, the stench. I was about to start smearing Vicks under my nose like they do on CSI when I discovered this: I saw it first, growing in a little pot that holds a slash pine they were giving away at the park. I had set it in the shady  part of the yard, thinking I might take it to Asheville and plant it. As I got closer, to investigate, I almost fell over. But for you, my friends (and because I haven’t posted for several weeks) I buried my nose in my sleeve and carried it to the porch to photograph. I’d never seen anything like it but my 82 year old neighbor came by and said, “Oh, that’s what they call…”  Do you know what it is?(Complete with slime and flies.)

One reason I’m not posting much is because I am very very busy in my new profession. Hah! I still feel like a poser but I’m having fun getting ready for a big exhibition and teaching. I’ve made several beautiful things recently, if I do say so myself, and I’ve had one consistently frustrating failure as bags and bags of wool bite the dust. I’ll share photos soon. The other reason I’m not posting much is we have some potentially wonderful things on the horizon but it’s too soon to really put it in writing. Don’t want to jinx anything.

Here’s one really cool item. PBS did a video of NOMO and it’s great! If you’ve wondered about what I’m talking about when I make mention of Daniel’s life as a musician you can both hear and see right here.

(Update: Yes, FC and Jeff- it IS a stinkhorn. It’s Clathrus archeri, also known as Devil’s Fingers -as in “Idle hands are the Devil’s Workshop, cuz I haven’t touched my yard since our big cold snap a couple weeks ago and it definitely needs some tending…and Jeff, here is a photo of one that I believe is the same in it’s infancy. They start out like puffballs and then explode into the fungus from hell. FC- I do remember your stinkhorn posts, but really- are yours THIS vile? I think we need a Stinkhorn throwdown…)

(Even stinkhorns start out relatively cute you could say.)

“I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.”  Frank LLoyd Wright





You’ll probably see him before I do…

18 01 2010
Jan 23 2010 10:00P
THE WAITING ROOM Omaha, Nebraska
Jan 24 2010 11:00P
CERVANTES’ OTHER SIDE (FORMERLY QUIXOTE’S) Denver, Colorado
Jan 25 2010 10:00P
BELLY UP Aspen, Colorado
Jan 26 2010 9:00P
URBAN LOUNGE Salt Lake City, Utah
Jan 27 2010 9:30P
NEUROLUX Boise, Idaho
Jan 28 2010 8:30P
WHITWORTH UNIVERSITY Spokane, Washington
Jan 29 2010 10:45P
TRACTOR TAVERN Seattle, Washington
Jan 30 2010 9:30P
BILTMORE CABARET Vancouver, British Columbia
Jan 31 2010 10:00P
DOUG FIR LOUNGE Portland, Oregon
Feb 2 2010 11:00P
THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL San Francisco, California
Feb 3 2010 11:00P
SPACELAND Los Angeles, California
Feb 4 2010 11:00P
DETROIT BAR Costa Mesa, California
Feb 5 2010 11:30P
CASBAH San Diego, California
Feb 6 2010 10:00P
THE ARUBA SHOWROOM Las Vegas, Nevada
Feb 9 2010 11:30P
JACKPOT SALOON Lawrence, Kansas
Feb 10 2010 9:30P
OFF BROADWAY St. Louis, Missouri
Feb 11 2010 10:00P
CANOPY CLUB Urbana, Illinois
Feb 12 2010 9:00P
SCHUBAS Chicago, Illinois
Mar 3 2010 8:00P
CAFÉ REX Toulouse, France
Mar 4 2010 8:00P
LA CENTRIFUGEUSE Pau, France
Mar 5 2010 8:00P
LE FLORIDA Agen, France
Mar 6 2010 8:00P
LE CLACSON Lyon, France
Mar 8 2010 8:00P
LES MAINS D’OEUVRES St. Ouen, France
Mar 9 2010 8:00P
LE CABARET ELECTRIC Le Havre, France
Mar 10 2010 8:00P
L’AÉRONEF Lille, France
Mar 11 2010 8:00P
BAR DU MATIN Bruxelles, Belgium
Mar 12 2010 8:00P
BLUES AUTOUR DU ZINC Beauvais, France
Mar 13 2010 8:00P
LA PÉNICHE Chalon-Sur-Saone, France
Apr 10 2010 8:00P
MICHIGAN THEATER Ann Arbor, Michigan

And it’s making me cranky. I’m staying busy felting and feeding. I have a major project in the works for an upcoming exhibition and the hawks and wols, well, you know…every day something goes in and something comes out. You can go here and become a fan of my feathered friends. Tonight I got an email from Wren and I believe she is coming to see me and the birds the end of this month. Yippee!

We are back to seasonally nice weather although many plants in the yard got bit badly during last week’s cold snap. Lots of boiled spinach looking stuff. You’re not supposed to prune it off right away either, adding trauma to trauma so I just look at the wilt and sigh. Tomatoes are dead, dead, dead- and I was just starting to enjoy watching my little baby heirlooms fill out, damn it.

And I’m also busy designing the new final “kitchen of my dreams.” The builder starts Feb 1. The first ten days will be demolition and then I’m heading up with friend, Cathy, mid-month to weigh in (interfere, micro-manage, boss around). What do you think of my new dual fuel Italian range?





Thousands of words for Wordless Wednesday

13 01 2010

While cruising South Beach last week, I happened upon this Neapolitan Mastiff service dog and fell instantly in love. He weighed in at- wait for it…173 pounds. And clearly, he practices yoga.And then there is this fellow, Misha’s dilapidated dog of many years. He lives in Russia (the dog does) and here he is celebrating New Year’s Eve. When Abby showed me this picture Misha, Abby and I laughed so hard we were in tears. The dog’s name is…Jim.If you think it’s cold, consider this: It was so cold in the Red Square the day Abby went sight-seeing (12 below and very windy) that all the Russians stayed inside. They had the Kremlin to themselves.On Misha’s grandparents farm near the Black Sea, they grow the family’s food. The kitchen is a separate building, the only one with running water. Outdoor plumbing. That’s grandfather in the background. Abby learned to milk cows and said she would love to spend a year there just farming. That’s my girl!Back in town, she is treated, quite literally, like royalty. This was at the reception Misha’s family had for the returning son and his bride. They were showered with gifts and in one photo she is holding dozens of bouquets of long stem roses. Here she is crowned as Grandfather Frost’s granddaughter. That’s my girl!Later that night, they hiked to high above Misha’s town. The little tree on the left has bits of paper with messages, prayers and good wishes for newly weds. It seems the lights, fogs and clouds conspired to put on a show for them.And that’s the recap on Abby’s Russian adventure. Now they are back, Misha is finishing his business degree and Abby is working for Uncle Sam. She is recruiting, testing and training Hispanics to administer the 2010 census (and staying fluent in Spanish) while she waits to finalize grad school plans.





Ya, it’s a YURT

12 01 2010

Here’s the finished effort, although I still might add some earthenware beads around the entryway. This was 6 panels, done largely by very small hands. I gave the panels a simple tumble through a short cycle in the washing machine to further tighten up the wool but it was impressive how well the children managed to hand felt these panels without holes or gaps.The cats are in heaven and wondering why there hasn’t been a wool yurt in their lives before this. It stands almost 3 feet tall so it’s plenty roomy for two cats. They like it best with the flap closed, thank you very much.The colored bits and pieces of wool and fleece that the children chose for surface design make this yurt a bit more flashy than most authentic Mongolian yurts, but, you know, those Mongolians could take some design cues if they were so inclined. The yurt has been here for a couple days while I hand stitched the panels together and tomorrow it will go back to the Morean Arts Center and be on display there until further notice. And then, the cats want it back.