Archive for May, 2012

Porcine Transportation…

May 26, 2012

This here’s the story ’bout 4, no 3 wet, no not really wet, pigs. Oh hell, I can’t really make the picture fit the song. My friend Ig is in Cambodia and posted this picture he took last week and I thought it was a really great pic so I’m reposting it here…

This picture cracks me up. First off, their asses, or more accurately their thighs look a bit too much like pale human asses. The more I thought about it, I realized that maybe they were positioned feet end up so that if they pooped in transit it would be a bit less messy… kind of like holding one nostril closed while cycling and blowing the offending mucous out away from the bike and your arm or clothes. Also, the dude driving is sitting way up front on the gas tank. Anyway, the whole scene (which I wished there was a picture from the other side where their heads are) reminded me of a song from my college days. The version I was familiar with was by Bryan Bowers and this is the video of that particular song. Don’t ask me why but while the audio is the exact song I used to listen to, the video is nothing but a front loader shoveling snow and I don’t think there’s a connection there…

My favorite line is “throw their little eyes out in the rain, pickle their feet and scramble their brains”. Well, it’s getting hot finally… 96 F today and tomorrow. I live near the Louisville Water Company and they’ve been building a rather handsome water tower for months. I don’t have a pic because the foliage betwixt us has obscured my view. They have been sandblasting the tower for a couple weeks and the foliage hasn’t interfered with the constant sssssshhhhhhhhhh of forced air. The bug’s out of school after next week and we are looking forward to her being around the house all day this summer. Here’s a little drawing we’ve been working on together…

I’ve been living in Shellactown for weeks and foresee many more weeks to follow. Here’s a couple greenware pieces…

Au revoir.

Cursive Pancakes…

May 18, 2012

Occasionally two close friends of mine reminisce about a game they used to play in the car on their way back and forth to college in Murray from Louisville. There’s no structure to the game, just that they would see who could come up with two words in the english language that had most likely never been uttered (or obviously been in print) together. The one that is inevitably mentioned during these recollections is “spaghetti wrench”. Well, quite a while back Sofia expressed a notion of a pancake not tethered to tradition by its shape and that led me to start making bear pancakes. This would simply be a regular circle pancake with two tiny circles where the ears should be on a bear. She was quite satisfied for a time but this led to putting two dolloped eyes and a dribbled mouth and then flipping it one more time to sear them in place. After a bit, this had to be topped and we moved on to letters. Of course drizzling pancake batter with a spoon lacks the precision of a fine point pen which kept me on capital letters like “O” and “Q” and “L” and then this wasn’t cutting it either. So, the suggestion of making cursive letters (the bug has been interested in cursive writing although they don’t teach it in school anymore). Would that I had and nice batter syringe to write “the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog” in the frying pan. Of course, if I did, how could I top that? Here’s this morning’s (“P”)ancake…

And we all know why “P” is such a compelling letter… because poop and pee amongst others start with a p. Anyway, “cursive pancakes” did come up in conversation naturally but it had me thinking about this spaghetti wrench thing. Spring has been incredibly temperate this year and everything seems to be out a month or more early. The mulberries have been ripe for two weeks at least which has usually happened about mid to late June as I have mentioned in previous berry posts like this one and this one. I’ve been very busy terra sigging for the past couple weeks. Burnish, burnish burnish…

Have been having quite a time getting back to cycling. I’ve decided that I’m definitely a fair weather cyclist… which means I prefer the temperature to be above 90. Had to do car repairs on both vehicles last week… not happy about unexpected expenses. Not much else to say except that Mom has renovated the only closet in our house which prompted me to move another pair of previously unused old fashioned big giant speakers into my studio giving me that surround sound everyone’s so crazy about (or used to be anyway). I’ll leave you with the pogo master herself…

PSA…

May 4, 2012

Before I get on with my blogging public service announcement I wanted to mention that I’m glad to have been added to the artaxis website…

Clicking on the picture will take you to the site. In other news, the Mint Julep Show reception was a hit… at least until the thunderstorm swept in on southern Indiana. There was rain and hail and some pretty strong winds. Sofia was hiding under one of the tables during part of the storm and jetting out periodically to gather little handfuls of hail so she could snack on them. OK, so although there are many potter bloggers and many of those bloggers are also on farcebook, the one for twits and any number of other social networking sites, I happen to know that there are still some few holdouts especially when it comes to the omnipresent farcebook. I’ve talked to people and read blogs where people have discussed signing up for farcebook but still have misgivings. I see the value in farcebook but would like to float the idea that these recalcitrant non-farcebookians’ reluctance is well founded. Case in point… what many consider the # 1 invasive species in the US. But first let’s examine the technological miracle that many refer to as the interweb. I’m not going to quibble over whether it was started by the physicists at CERN laboratories or whether it was Al G0re. Regardless, it is an unbelievable undertaking that has changed the face of the earth. That being said, what are using this wonder of technology for? I mean, how are we leverage all this technology at our disposal? In a word… cats. Here’s just some of the pictures posted in my farcebook news feed over that past week or so…

Now I’ll admit to being more of a dog person than a cat person and I understand humans’ fascination with cute baby mammals. I also understand the endless entertainment value of said mammals anthropomorphized and doing such human activities as playing musical instruments, driving motor vehicles and hell, even praying (to a cat god no doubt) but what I’m somewhat alarmed by is the fact that farcebook and the like have no instrument to figure a saturation point. Do I really need to see 100+ cat pictures per week? This doesn’t even count dog pics, elephant pics, lion, tiger, hippo, dolphin, whale, rabbit, penguin, crazy little rainforest mammals with really large eyes for the size of their heads. If we removed these pics, youtube videos, quotes from Einstein, Ghandhi and Deepak Chopra and the back and forth about the insane clown posse running for the presidency… what would be left? Not much I’m afraid. Oh sure, these things helped bring about the “arab spring” but that’s different because their cats probably were disregarded right after the riot squads showed up. Besides, what would take the sobriety of movement away faster than pictures of cats on the telephone? So, for all you people who haven’t yet taken the leap and signed up for farcebook… you now know what you’re missing. Happy surfing!