Archive for June, 2006


2 things…
Two Names You Go By:
1. Cheryl
2. Um, Mama

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Tee shirt
2. Shorts

Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship:
1. humor
2. A sense of adventure/curiosity

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. reading
2. Collage

Two Things You Want Really Badly At The Moment:
1. Quiet
2. Sleep

Two pets you had/have:
1. Friday, my little black sweetie-baby kitty
2. Fee, the black Queen of Attitude kitty and savage, expert mouser.

Two people who will fill this out:
1. hmmm
2. good question….

Two things you did last night:
1. Played backgammon. I am addicted
2. sang loud songs and giggled with Emm. We do that every night before we go to bed.

Two things you ate today:
1. Orange juice
2. French fries

Two people you Last Talked To:
1. C.
2. Emma

Two Things You’re doing tomorrow:
1. Cleaning
2. Laughing

Two longest car rides:
1. New York to Michigan by way of Canada
2. Sweden to Norway

Two Favorite Holidays:
1. Halloween
2. Christmas

Two favorite Alcoholic beverages:
1. Reisling wine
2. Champagne

Two Things You Can’t Live Without:
1. Emma

2. my laptop


just because….

I love Dylan.

In the beginning was the pale signature,

Three-syllabled and starry as the smile,

and after came the imprints on the water,

Stamp of the minted face upon the moon.

Dylan Thomas, excerpted from “In the Beginning”

i r jellus

because my little sis met this man this weekend:




It’s for you!

It’s clover!

It’s for you, Mommy.
It’s a gift!


Thanks, Emm. :>


“How’d It Go…” by Erika Tysse

I just commissioned my first piece of original art as a gift to myself. I’ve been very fortunate to have retained some beautiful work of friends and students, but up until now, I’d never actually bought an original work.

It should look very similar to this piece up above. It’s sad that it took me this long to start collecting work. Ten years ago, as a poor, starving art student (the violins can cue in anytime here….), a beautiful, black and white, grainy image caught my eye at a sidewalk sale at the Munson Williams Proctor School of Art in Utica.  It was a photo of a circus clown, his head thrown back and laughing in a heavy rain. Everything around him was dark, save for him and a hint of a circus tent and stake highlighted by a floodlight. It was a mere fifty dollars, which I didn’t have. I still think of that image.

I love this. It speaks to me of secrets, and the lightness that comes with releasing them.  I don’t like harboring secrets. They’re too heavy to lug around. Though I’d never betray a confidence.

Another funny detail of this purchase is that the artist resides in an area of Norway, where I lived for a short while in 1999. She lives just about a city or town over. I’ve watched Erika’s work for a couple of years now, and I hope this purchase is the beginning of a collection. She reminds me just a bit of Lenore Tawney, whose postcard collages I admire.

these precious things

Photo courtesy of Steve Humber

This humble weed is currently my daughter’s favorite, favorite flower. Her daddy picks lofty bouquets of these for her on their nightly walks. And not the golden dandies, noooooo, they must be the puffballs. Fancy that. Actually, they are elegant, in a silvery moonlight sort of way.

When I was a kid, I would lug about a big paper bag and traipse around my grandfather’s huge yard, plucking the tops off of the golden weeds for his dandelion wine. I have read that they taste delicious deep fried in batter, but in this prevalent age of Roundup, I’d have to find some rare earth before I gave it a try.

June 2006
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