06.13.06
Posted in City Life at 5:37 pm by Beau
In the second of six watercolor classes for beginners I’m attending on Monday nights, I had barely gotten over my debacle of the previous week where I learned that, contrary to my own beliefs, I can’t paint, only to be confronted by Vagina. Seriously, nude modeling for beginner students in the second class? Holy fucking shit. And, bang! VAGINA!
On the other hand, the chick was gorgeous in a great curvy way, had great tattoos, and was of some Asian ethnicity, my favorite in gorgeous women, so it was kind of joyful. But better yet, the previous week of failing to create a green, glass bottle from a still life arrangement with watercolors was put behind me and I produced some watercolors last night that I was pretty proud of. Who knew? Vagina makes me creative. Woot!
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06.08.06
Posted in The days at 7:27 am by Beau
I’m back in Ohio where I grew up and came into myself, for a short visit while Jeff is off working somewhere east of here. So far my trip has included mostly forwarding Very Important Emails from my work account to people I work with/for from a touchy dial-up connection while simultaneously having someone who works for/with me read off email addresses on my cell. There have also been some coffees, lunches, and dinners between all that fun, zaniness.
I’m beginning to believe time away from work, coined adorably as a “vacation” is nothing of the kind…it’s just more work except that I don’t have the confort of sitting behind my big important desk and being able to boss people when I’m feeling slight and insignificant.
Also, for as dry as New York is, Ohio is that much wetter. I was driving to dinner last night to a place right out side of Xenia, which is the site of the famous 1974 Xenia Tornado, a climatic weather event so large and important in Nowheresville, Ohio, it’s still thought of as the door-knocking event of the coming Apocolypse to Ohio residents. So as I’m driving to Xenia, the massing thunderheads and rolling blackness of some horrible storm gathering in the west was not providing comfort and I could, quite clearly, see the movie of the week about the returning of Xenia Tornado 2 with me in it, voluntarily driving TOWARDS the impending site of destruction. It was an ironic moment when I was able to mentally step outside myself and think, “what the fuck are you doing?” Still, dinner was awesome with the Aunts.
Left to do on this trip: visit Mom in the cemetary (perhaps guerilla garden a bit with some butterfly bushes or purple-spiked salva), make some Paula Dean Danish Swirls (almond and lemon), cook out with the brothers and family, see if the place where my grandmother goes to have her Marcel curls done has actually heard of eyebrow waxing for a quick clean up on these caterpillars of mine, and potentially meet up with the only blogger in Ohio whose email address I have.
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Posted in The days at 7:27 am by Beau
I’m back in Ohio where I grew up and came into myself, for a short visit while Jeff is off working somewhere east of here. So far my trip has included mostly forwarding Very Important Emails from my work account to people I work with/for from a touchy dial-up connection while simultaneously having someone who works for/with me read off email addresses on my cell. There have also been some coffees, lunches, and dinners between all that fun, zaniness.
I’m beginning to believe time away from work, coined adorably as a “vacation” is nothing of the kind…it’s just more work except that I don’t have the confort of sitting behind my big important desk and being able to boss people when I’m feeling slight and insignificant.
Also, for as dry as New York is, Ohio is that much wetter. I was driving to dinner last night to a place right out side of Xenia, which is the site of the famous 1974 Xenia Tornado, a climatic weather event so large and important in Nowheresville, Ohio, it’s still thought of as the door-knocking event of the coming Apocolypse to Ohio residents. So as I’m driving to Xenia, the massing thunderheads and rolling blackness of some horrible storm gathering in the west was not providing comfort and I could, quite clearly, see the movie of the week about the returning of Xenia Tornado 2 with me in it, voluntarily driving TOWARDS the impending site of destruction. It was an ironic moment when I was able to mentally step outside myself and think, “what the fuck are you doing?” Still, dinner was awesome with the Aunts.
Left to do on this trip: visit Mom in the cemetary (perhaps guerilla garden a bit with some butterfly bushes or purple-spiked salva), make some Paula Dean Danish Swirls (almond and lemon), cook out with the brothers and family, see if the place where my grandmother goes to have her Marcel curls done has actually heard of eyebrow waxing for a quick clean up on these caterpillars of mine, and potentially meet up with the only blogger in Ohio whose email address I have.
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06.03.06
Posted in The garden at 1:32 pm by Beau
I didn’t post pics from last week because I was tired of just shooting dirt with some sprigs of green. All the better to wait until this weekend after a week of rain. The garden is bursting out, growing like, well, growing like weeds, I guess. Here are some comparisons from last week to this week:
Beds of tomatoes last week and this week.
Peas last week and this week.
Pole beans last week and this week.
And an overall, this is where I was a month ago, this is where we are today.
Yowzer!
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