Holy crap. It is snowing again. Winter storm watch. Up to 8″ of wet, heavy snow. Proceed with caution when shoveling.
Yesterday was so lovely, a brisk, mid-40° day which I spent raking up dank fall leaves and errant dog turds in the garden, discovering that, yes! there is some green left [...]
Archive for March, 2008
Now is the Winter of My Discontent… again.
Posted in artist practice, it could be worse, observation, teaching artist, tagged American employee, art, begone winter!, discontent, getting paid, hairdo, horrible, money, on time, rent, teaching artist, The Recession on 21 March 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We am Somebody!
Posted in artist practice, performance, tagged acceptance, art, artist practice, grant, holy shit, money, movement, performance, proposal, sound, the jerk on 14 March 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We got the grant!
My beloved and I were writing and rewriting daily for a good solid month for this one…talk about feeling insane! Two days ago, he called me with the good news as I was driving to work and I just started screaming glad tidings into the whole world (of the cab of [...]
Peanut!
Posted in observation, tagged bewilderment, peanut, sprout, valencia on 9 March 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I don’t get it, but it is beautiful.*
*Peanut Update!
One day after this picture was taken, the lengthy stalk was growing spikes and looked like a character from a Dr. Seuss book.
Two days after, those spikes multiplied like werewolf bristles growing longer and longer and began to resemble roots.
Three days after, which is today, I gently [...]
Birth.
Posted in artist practice, observation, performance, tagged art, ∴, cats, collaboration, cotton, kittens, live, performance, video on 4 March 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Cotton. Cats. Ideas.
Rejoice! My first green cotton plant has sprouted! I started the seedlings a little behind schedule, but one has already emerged, yawning and stretching, and that is a good sign. I also planted, for the second time, Valencia peanuts- I used lighter soil this year so the peanuts wouldn’t turn [...]
