Saturday, February 28, 2009


Once upon a time, I made stuff. See:

Mother's Day 1978

I was three when this was made. I am pretty sure my dad may have assisted me with this, but let's not give him too much credit, okay?

Last year, I was lucky enough to participate in the CreateADay project. It started as a group of strangers with a new year's resolution to make something every day. Very quickly, bonds were formed and the group became an inspirational give and take. The most recent version of this project is EverydayCreate. I am embarassed to admit, I just submitted my first post this year. Yikes. It involves humiliating the dog and I am very proud to say, my dad didn't help me with it one bit.

Thursday, February 26, 2009


Here is something that will get you thinking you are wasting your life away trying to decipher LOST and dressing your dog up like Big Gay Al.

Robayre has made a video! She's also painted a series of miniature canvases featured in the video. And amazingly enough, the paintings are based on miniature collages she created (which you can see more of here and here). Check it out:

If you go to the Art-O-Mat sight they will tell you if you have one in your town. Sacramento people can go to the good ole Crocker Museum (see tangent below). And it looks like Oklahoma has one, so I am thinking I will investigate this over the weekend and perhaps bring a crowbar to "inspect" the machine for any Robayre originals.

***The Crocker is FREE on Sundays before noon. So let's say maybe you had too much wine Saturday night and maybe you only live several blocks away from the Crocker and maybe you only got a few bucks in your pocket and maybe you are thinking it is best if you just stay in bed. Don't do it! Call a friend, get thee to the coffee shop, get a hot beverage of your choice and walk to the museum. This is not just a great hangover cure, but is also the outline for one of my favorite Sundays ever.

Monday, February 2, 2009

I'll sing these songs in a box with a fox or in a house with a mouse

On a road trip, my ex-boyfriend asks me not so delicately to please STOP singing along with the radio. At the time, I find this confusing. What does a sense of pitch or melody or tone have to do with a passionate delivery of lyrics that really speak to you? Shouldn't he recognize that I am carefree and full of joie de vivre and find me endearing for it? I have since heard myself sing and must say that no amount of performance ability can protect human ears from the noise I can create when I am "feeling it". My bad, dude. But you never did get me anyway. The song that I couldn't keep myself from singing that weekend was Ben Harper's "Save Tonight". Whenever it comes on the radio, I crank it up. "Tomorrow I'll be gone......."

Letterbox by They Might Be Giants

This song is super short, but you have to sing it really fast. "And I'll never never know, what you never never never want to know, when you know

What you are, oooooooooooooo."

Laid by James

This song is drrrty with lots of smarty pants lyrics. Saw these guys in concert, so I feel like I have a little bit of hands on experience on the delivery.

Mama Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J

Rap songs are a bad singers best friend! They are usually fairly monotone or often use funny voices. I would also sing almost anything from Cypress Hill or Beastie Boys.

Plinky. Hope it's not Stinky.

A friend invited me to join Plinky, so I did. I am still not sure exactly what Plinky is or how it works, but it looks like a great tool for someone like me who has gotten out of the habit of blogging.

Every day, a different topic is presented and you write a little blurb about it. And apparently you can publish the blurb to your blog or Twitter or Facebook from Plinky. And apparently they will add some funky clip art to the blurb for you. And apparently you follow other Plinky people and they follow you. Actually, none of this is very apparent to me at the moment. But I am going to give it a shot, so if you see some posts that just look like a bunch of jibber-jabber, than that is what is happening. That or my chimpanzee roommate has clubbed me in the head and taken over sheasytime (he is extremely shifty that one).

I'm eager to see what clip art they randomly select to accompany my blurbs. Cheesy clip art is a guilty pleasure, so my expectation is that it will elevate my blurbs to true greatness. The other plus: you guys will get a break from pictures of my dog. Ha ha.... just kidding! Doggy post coming soon!!

On the left, you might notice that I am on Twitter and I have it all synced up to Facebook. If you find me on either of those, add me as your friend or follower or stalker or whatevs.

I must be honest and say I am really only interested in "friends" who have "follower"-like personalities. My ultimate goal is to surround myself with people I can easily sway to do my bidding. So, go: add me to all of your apps and then give me all of your Jolly Ranchers.