Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Favorite Guy bought this vintage (1970) first print, library issue of Hi Cat! for me this Christmas and I am in love! Check it out.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
My mom sent this photo to me along with some other early childhood photos. I chose this one because it wasn't one of my better playground years. I showed it to Yael, who after overcoming her initial disbelief, appeared comforted- giddy even, at the knowledge that her mother, 25 years ago with overjet malocclusion and diastema or, 25 lbs and a few short years ago was no less awesome than I am today. And, neither is she, nor anyone else. Now, show me your awesome.
1st Shutter Click & Chat of 2009
Jan 4th is self portrait Sunday. If you've never played, now is the perfect time to introduce yourself .
Friday, December 26, 2008
The Party: Yes, the one I mentioned with actual real live people. Good times, their sofa was positioned perfectly. I found the lager and a spot in the far (read: farthest) right corner of the room. No battle hymns though...the battle was taking place between my occipital lobe and my small intestines after a bit of the fine lager. Methinks I'm still fragile from my bout with the cooties. But do get a load of my war paint!
The Baking: I have a bone to pick with Alton Brown and his flour free coconut macaroons, they were tasty but more candy than cookie consistency and not at all aesthetically pleasing enough for cookie tray presentation. I had to ditch the first batch, add some flour and try again. The chocolate crinkles on the other hand were a hit!
The Cooking: Blood alcohol level notwithstanding everything was delicious. Rave reviews from the carnivores on the taramosalata (I didn't cheat-I wanted to though) lemon chicken and potatoes which tends to worry me since I prepare meat dishes without tasting them myself. "Spin"akopita, and the veggie moussaka (I totally should've taken pictures of the layers.) equally awesome. My veggie moussaka has the power to convert carnivores. Believe me. Considers e-mailing guest for testimonials.
The Rest: We couldn't ask for a better Christmas, the love, the traditions, the food, the friends; old and new, the laughs, the rain, the Danish Butter cookies, the sofa-sized new bike seat (see: Danish Butter Cookies), Santa, the reindeer, my Dictionary of American Writers, Rocky Horror Picture Show on DVD so I can do "the time warp again" and again and again, new cookbooks, toys that make me giddier than Yael and, loads of love-filled gazes for Jordan! Laughs at Fly-tie.
Now, until next time-where are my pajamas? Oh and,how are all of you?! Good times abound?
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I've been obsessing, I mean planning my hostess gift recipe, outfit and of course, parties mean war paint! Every time an event arises, I slather on the pore-clogging, erm... complexion evening stuff. And afterwards, I scrub and kvetch and, I tug at the gooified lashes attached to my tender blackened lids. It truly is a battle. Nevertheless, in a few short hours I will pop my spinach parmesan pinwheels in the oven, dig the battle palette from the depths, toss the smelly expired stuff and begin painting away.
Of course there will be pictures and battle stories...if I drink enough fine lager I may even compose a battle hymn. Stay tuned. Happy holidays, no really I mean it!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
2. Santa does not wrap presents here. Instead he opens them and plays with them all over the family room. The children awaken to Christmas already in progress. As a child, my Barbie's were often posed on new bike pedals, in plants or as players alongside new board games! Santa was/is exceptionally creative!
Yes, those are Mr. Potato Head's yellow glasses.Yael wore them frequently in 2001-2002.
3. In over two decades of peeking, shaking and fondling wrapped presents, the only thing I ever actually figured out was a navel ring Favorite Guy hung in the tree during Christmas of 1994.
4. Every Christmas has a color scheme theme, down to the wrapping paper. It helps keep me sane amongst the insanity of the season.
5. My favorite Christmas songs are Hark! The Herald Angels Sing, Gloria in excelsis Deo, Happy Christmas (War is Over), Baby It's Cold Outside...although, that one is a bit..er um-secular! I'm partial to the Ray Charles and Betty Carter Version-it's sexy!
This was FUN! I'm not going to interrupt any one's baking or last minute shopping by tagging. If you are so inclined to play along, have at it and, let me know where to find you. Happy holidays.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
When: Soon come
Where: The Playground
Menu: knuckle sandwiches and chicken wings
I think what bothers me most is knowing there are other parents who take this lightly. Knowing there are people who dismiss verbally and emotionally abusive children as just, "kids being kids" as an excuse for not being responsible parents. Their ignorance is inexcusable at this day and age when just about everyone has known, witnessed, heard of at least one horrific tale of bullying. Shame on them.
So here we are again, Favorite Guy and I engaging in the self-esteem restoration, reassurance and reprogramming routine. And, I'm treating myself as well. While I may not know what to do, the fact that I am in my cozy kitchen posting this versus the Maricopa County Women's prison, one can deduce that I know what not to do, and that is equally as important. Laughs. We're baking Christmas cookies, watching silly movies and reminding our perfectly imperfect princess that mean people suck!
This year we are going Greek for the Christmas menu: taramosalata, kotopoulo fourno, spanakopita, moussaka and maronhinos! I'm born and raised (a whole 3 decades) in Astoria, Queens-home to the largest Greek populace in all of New York. I think I can pull this off! Stay tuned. (There's always the minutiae, like the fact that I live in AZ which isn't exactly the mecca of ethnic spice and grocers.) Let's not kill my happy haze, the Favorite Guy and I are on a mission as soon as the sun rises; Mapquest and shades, we're bringing Greece to Goodyear!
And now on to Shutter Click & Chat business- (Really quickly since I'm already all over the place. I'm beginning to experience some brain strain as far as topics are concerned, so if you guys have any ideas-throw them out there-it'd be most appreciated.)
My sweet Biju is always under the tree and up to no good. Edna takes her place atop this year's silver tree. Our makeshift mantel. Smiles and winks Charmaine. Some of the Christmas booty, the stuff in the polka dot kraft paper is mine, from the favorite guy. Yay! I shook them, smelled them and, fondled them shamelessly. My best guesses are; a book/magazine (Somerset Studio), butter cookies in a tin on top of something heavy in a box and, something really heavy in a rectangular box. A hammer?! Laughs.
The next time we meet for Shutter Click & Chat, it'll be our last round for 2008! We've got to go out with a bang-or just a really good shot! It's up to you, just make it awesome!
Shutter Click & Chat 12/28: Awesome! Show me something end of the year awesome!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Next year, I will have a flu shot or two, hell maybe three. I'm too old for this shit! I surrender. Waves infinite roll of snot-tinged toilet paper. I need a pardon, I have presents to wrap (and shake-I must make my Christmas booty predictions) and laundry to fold and, YIKES! a party to obsess over...
I hope all of you are feeling fab. I'm slowly making my way through the blogosphere, have your hand sanitizer ready, I'm coming through...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
This project is really about forging a more amicable existence between my creative and intellectual self. The two don't always coincide. Much to my dismay the relationship is oft-times cannibalistic. Does anyone else experience this? It's as if the right balance is unattainable or arduously so, and usually at the expense of an important piece of the whole. Damned be the crazy complexities inside my head! Laughs.
I've been quite a zine fiend over the past few months, getting a feel for not so much what zines are about but, moreover who zinesters are. Just who are these underground writers? It has been quite an interesting mix. Some have been eerily familiar, like having a conversation with myself. The readings have sparked feelings of comforting warmth, wide-eyed stares and throbbing pangs from a brain teeming with, "now why didn't I think of that firsts". I think I'm hooked.
So um yeah, that's where I am. Unless I flop back into brooding thinker mode, I'll be working on zine construction over the next couple of weeks, months or so. And you? Anything new and exciting on the horizon?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Today was hair day for the children, so I carved out a few hours and a spot on the sofa for cornrows and cinema.
We watched God Grew Tired of Us; the deeply moving account of the journey of the Sudanese "Lost Boys". The documentary follows a group of young boys and eventual men as they flee Sudan's civil war and unrest.
First, they make their way 1000 miles through the desert from Sudan to Kenya, surviving on hope and little else. The men survive conditions so deplorable that one, John, recounts believing they were doomed to a life of suffering because "God grew tired of [them]".
When they arrive at the refugee camp, they find safety and companionship among other child refugees, but food is scarce and many, if not all, have been orphaned. Finally, the US steps in to relocate many of the older "Lost Boys" to 23 states in the nation. They are given housing and 3 months of government assistance; during which time they must find gainful employment and become self sufficient.
The film follows four of the Sudanese men over the course of 3 years as they settle into their new lives in Syracuse, NY and Pittsburgh PA. It is during this time in the film when my suspicions, regarding the inherent richness of cultural identity, were confirmed. While grateful for the opportunities they've been given in the US, the men will soon realize just how much they've lost along the way. God Grew Tired of Us is available on Netflix.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
This is my new favorite commercial! It has restored my waning faith in the tube's worth. I haven't seen a PSA for character building in a long time. Lucky for me-and moreover those with whom Favorite Guy and I have gifted chromosomes, "That's so gay" and other forms of hate and intolerance speech have not found their way into our home. We're kinda cool like that!
This is quite an ingenious tool for addressing the issues surrounding diversity, awareness and the power of words. If you know someone who needs a tact and tolerance refresher course, please share this message.
The event was well organized. Yay for organization because, slipshod planning makes me all sorts of anxious and angry. I was in good company, Etsy neighbors to the far left, immediate and far right of me. Yay Etsians! And, a host of stylish patrons with soothing, peaceful energy. There was one duo of diabolical seniors; clawing haphazardly at my wares, never acknowledging my presence or my fake but, warm greeting. I employed my magical anti-curmudgeon empathic powers (To the untrained eye this looks like a sideways glance and a clenched jaw.) and, they scurried away. Favorite Guy and I shared a giggle and soon after their presence was awash by a new group of pleasantly peaceful patrons.
The standout, take home, big deal of the day was how well my work was received. The only caveat of internet sales is the sterile relationship between the artist and the wearer/buyer of your work. It was so interesting and inspiring to sit back, watch and listen to the reviews and reviewers of my work. This is so refreshing for someone like me, who relies so heavily on observation, rhythms and energy. My customers were teens, tweens, moms and grandmothers. They were gay, straight, alone and in groups, lovers and friends, coworkers and others. And they were all gettin' Pretty in Peace. Now that is just awe inspiring, and certainly an incentive to continue doing what I do.
There were no mishaps. I know, I'm shocked as well. Generally, where there is Tameka and a party of more than four humans, there is a heightened threat of terror and turmoil, but not here. In fact, the event host and owner of Frances Vintage came by at the end to tell me of the rave reviews she'd heard about me and my work. She in turn, took more inventory for her shop. All. Good. Things.
Sorry there weren't more pictures of the set-up in detail. By the time I remembered I even had a blog it was too late! Not my preferred pace, that's for sure. Oh yeah...and I'm not sure if I'm back yet...this is kinda Michael Jordan-ish of me, I know. But, I wanted to post The Scoop. Winks.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories”-Unknown
This is a shot of the Favorite Guy, Jordan and Yael taken in 2003 It was unknown then but, this would be our last snowfall for some time. We've booked a hotel up north with hopes of catching some snowfall this winter!
And yours? Show me your winter wonderful!
Friday, December 5, 2008
however, something about a bracelet, a winner and blogger, Demandablueblog. If I were her, I'd e-mail the lady with her snail mail address. That bracelet's pretty rad and, over 20 other folks really wanted it!
The lady won't be back until late. She did mention
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Now hurry up, the contest ends at midnight PST on Sunday December 7th. Have a go at it. Enter here. Good luck.
Switch gears- this morning I'm typing...I know I said I'd write, but this idea came to me mid- morning haze and, it would slip if I tried to get it out in manuscript. I'm on a roll. I'm in the moment; right back in the action. I can smell the trees and hear the voices. I can feel the flood of emotions hit. Oh. They hit hard. The emotions. The memories. I've been there. I closed my eyes, tightly. I closed the window. The power of one thought.
It really got me thinking about the power of one. One thought. One wish. One day. One more. One. The one drink that makes you drunk. The one stroke that makes you quiver. The one person you love, the one you lost, the one you wish would get lost. Powerful huh? I'm going to sit on this for a while before I go back to my writing, but I wanted to share.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
I have been able to counteract some of the monotonous mechanics by incorporating creative display ideas along the way. All of which are easily transitioned to meet my workspace storage needs. I don't think I'll be making a regular run of craft fairs, but there's certainly never enough pretty in the workspace.
Here is what became of my pillow making debut, shipping tags, velvet ribbon, and some lovely stick pins (my favorite part of sewing) I scored at Jo-Ann lately; a hair jewelry display.
As this venture quickly comes to a close, I can only hope it's successful enough to afford me an opportunity to shift gears and devote my energies towards completing my first perzine. Yes, that much has been finalized; it will undoubtedly be a perzine. Swollen, calloused fingers crossed.