Feb 23 Reblogged
When they realized women were using their sacks to make clothes for their children, flour mills started using flowered fabric for their sacks. The label was designed to wash out.
This is wonderful, and not all that long ago. I wish we still lived in a world where business catered to customers and was not just slavish to the bottom line and market inverstors.
Feb 22 Reblogged
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I was taking pottery classes at the local junior college with a friend of mine. Her son called her Scary Potter, which I loved. Neither one of us was particularly good at it but it was a blast. Gail did all lumpy hand-building and I threw 30 or 40 cereal bowls and learned about glazes. All the ‘real’ students would leave within the first half hour and we’d be left with the instructor who treated us like 7th graders.
There’s a magic in all facets of art. In photography, for me, it’s the image rising out of a piece of paper. In a marketplace in Macedonia, my friend and I started a stampede by taking an instant photo of a man and his lettuce truck. I didn’t think twice about handing him the photo that the camera spit out. He looked at the grey side, flipped to the black, then shrugged. When I had him turn it back over and he saw something happening, it caught his attention. When he recognized himself and his truck he started shouting, “Miracle! Miracle! and everyone came running. Though police has to escort us out of the melee, it remains one of the best memories I have of taking things for granted. That magic, had become old hat. I don’t develop prints now the way I did before. And I think photography is a little sadder for the instant, and not the process.
But i digress. In ceramics it’s the magic of fire. Alchemy. Where your piece sits in the kiln? Whose pieces are beside it? What kind of elements make up their glaze? How the wind blows and what the humidity is, they all mark the piece that you have made. Copper in glaze for example, can be red or green or even metallic copper. You never know.
I loved being present as the kiln was unloaded and watching people looking for their pieces. There’s a hope and a tentativeness. They don’t always look like you think they will, but that’s part of the fun. You see something beautiful, you cross your fingers, check the signature on the bottom and Score! Miracle. Wait…yes.
Or, all ya gets a rock.
Thanks for the kind words on my Friday Five post. You guys are the best :)
Hope that you are all having a relaxing weekend. Me? I’m heading into the office. Yep, working on a Saturday, the very week they changed me from Hourly to Salary. :( (It was an HR error) I’m going to miss overtime.
Feb 21 Reblogged
Friday Five - Music
- My life events are not defined by music, the way a lot of people’s lives seem to be. Sure, I first kissed Brian with the long eyelashes while Leo Sayers was singing “When I Need Love” in the background, but that’s as far as it goes. I wish I were not the case, but I’m apparently missing the music association (appreciation?) gene, or maybe it was stunted by the fact that my Mom worked at a stereo store and we weren’t allowed to play music at the house when she was home. As a result I will listen to ANY music genre from any era but my appreciation is vastly unformed and very rudimentary. In addition, I don’t ever link groups/singers to specific songs, so I’m always surprised when singer meets song.
- I was wandering in financial district of lower Manhattan many years ago on a Saturday morning. Nothing was open, the place was deserted. Far off in the distance I started to hear the plaintive call of a bagpiper. I was drawn to the sound and followed it for many blocks twisting and turning my way toward the music. Along the way, I met several others doing the same thing. All of us silently moving through the streets toward the piper. We all ended up in a crowd in front of a church, at the funeral for a firemen. We followed the piper into the doorway then stood quietly paying our respects to the life of someone we didn’t know.
- I’m watching House of Cards on Netflix, and tonight in an early episode Kevin Spacey and his cadet buddies sing a beautiful rendition of “Oh Shenandoah" in an echo-y space beneath the military academy. It reminded me of singing in the stairwell in college. A rag-tag bunch of us sang in the non-denominational art school church choir and my friend Greg, the only one with any real talent, taught a few of us harmonies to songs. Periodically we’d join up and sing in the dorm stairwell at night. He tailored the harmonies to our specific voices, playing up our strengths, a real gift actually. When we sang, the overlapping and coming together of our voices was amazing. None of us had ever had any singing experience before and more than anything it taught us to listen, and to use our voice to support and complement each other. Sometimes people would come and join us, sometimes they would come sit. It was unstructured and fun, I loved those nights.
- I was in Bursa, Turkey alone on the 4th of July. I had been out of the country on a photo assignment for a month and a half, much of that time contracting, and then recovering from malaria. This was the last leg of my journey and I was more than ready to go home. I’d spent the day running around the city and I was exhausted. As I neared my hotel, I heard people singing God Bless America on an adjoining hotel roof. I stood in the street for awhile listening, then an American came by, heading back into the hotel with an armful of wine and invited me to join them. We arrived to a roof teeming with Americans. Some ex-pats, some tourists, all feeling a little drunk and a lot patriotic. Had a blast.
- My friend Eric and I headed up from NYC to my sister’s place in CT for a long weekend. It was a dreary gray day when we arrived and threatening rain. In the morning though, the world we awoke to was white, and silent with heavy snowfall. Eric and I lay cozily wrapped in blankets drinking tea and watching the snow come down. At some point he turned on the stereo and as there was already a tape in the player, he hit play and this perfect instrumental music started playing. It wasn’t a long piece, maybe 10 minutes so. Every so often one of us would rewind the tape and play it again. Later, my sister and her husband joined us. As it turned out, it was my brother-in-law playing on the tape, He was messing around on the piano one afternoon and sort liked where it was going, so he recorded it. I knew my BIL was a musician, but I’d never heard him play anything. This was a nice introduction.
Feb 21 Reblogged
In this day and age, Charles Schultz would likely have had to copyright yellow with black zig zag, but that aside, I love how immediate the recognition is, to people who grew up with Peanuts.
Feb 19 Reblogged
Vodou ceremony in Benin
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Feb 19 Reblogged
Feb 17 Reblogged
Please add these beauties to your collection. They are Polish chickens. My besties bought these … ya know, because I am Polish. They are super friendly and VERY prolific. Most of their hatchlings have some Pole in ‘em (they have the plume).
I originally got into chickens based on Polish chickens - I love the way they look. Buff Laced Polish remain among my very favorite breeds. However, I’m a somewhat practical gal, and as I sell my eggs, I can be as far flung as I want to be with funky breeds, as long as I can sell their eggs. Polish are okay layers of small eggs. Not a lot of Americans clamor for little eggs or I’d stock up. The only other thing, is Polish birds, being docile, are low on the pecking order which can mean that they require separate housing. If I can swing it in the future, and am not reliant on selling eggs. I’ll definitely get a few. In honor of you, and Poles everywhere, of course
Feb 17 Reblogged
Groups Oppose First-ever Plan to Allow Killing of Eagles at Wind Facility
Mega Wind Facility in Wyoming Projected to Kill about 55 Golden Eagles Annually
ABC media release
Two leading conservation groups, American Bird Conservancy (ABC) and Biodiversity Conservation Alliance (BCA), have voiced opposition to a federal plan that would allow a proposed mega wind facility in Wyoming to kill from 46 to 64 Golden Eagles annually.
The two groups have submitted a 15-page letter in response to a request from the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) and Bureau of Land Management (BLM) for comment on the eagle-killing proposal, called an “eagle take permit.” The proposed wind project is Power Company of Wyoming LLC’s Chokecherry and Sierra Madre Wind Energy Project (CCSMP) that may include up to 1,000 large wind turbines and would be located south of Sinclair and Rawlins in Carbon County, Wyo. The project received initial federal approval on October 9, 2012…
(read more: American Bird Conservancy)
I’m confused. California has had a huge tract of wind turbines in Contra Costa County since the 70s - that’s also where the highest concentration of Golden Eagles can still be found. Why are the two mutually exclusive?
In honor of President’s Day…
I kept a diary when I was a kid, I recently found it and was reading through it. This is one of my favorite real-life entries…
January 22, 1973 (I was 12)
Today President Johnson died. No School. Went to the Mall.
My very favorite:
May 25, 1971
Today Howard Huston let me try on his glasses.
It’s so nice to know someone cares.
Yep, keeping it nerdy since the early 70s.
APPENZELLER SPITZHAUBEN - or Silver Spangled Spitzhauben (©Poultrysite.com)
Among my favorite of the new chicks is the Appenzeller Spitzhauben — a breed of chicken originating in Appenzell region of Switzerland. The Appenzeller comes in two varieties. Mine are the Spitzhauben, meaning “pointed hood” (which comes from the frilly hat worn by the women in the Appenzeller region in Switzerland.
Brought to America by a doctor who successfully introduced the breed. It has a V-comb and feather crests in both hens and roosters. The bird is either white (mine) or gold and come with black spangling — so they are also called Gold / Silver Spangled Spitzhaubens.
Today the breed is largely an ornamental one kept primarily for showing, but they also lay a respectable quantity of white eggs. This is a light chicken, with hens weighing an average of 3.5 lbs (1.6 kg) and roosters 4.5 lbs (2 kg). Behaviorally, it is a flighty breed that doesn’t do well in confinement, can forage well, and will roost in trees if given the opportunity. In North America, it is very rare breed and is recognized officially by neither the American Poultry Association or other breed registries. The silver spangled Spitzhauben [shown] is the most common variety found abroad.
Though there is no standard in North America, the UK does recognize the breed and accepts it as a standardized breed. There is, however, a push in the United States for the Spitzhauben to be recognized by the American Poultry Association.