Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
- Always know how to operate the brakes on the bike you are riding. You never know when there might be a parked bus down the hill.
- Never date a boy named "Bucky."
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Dr. SmartyPants isn't exactly a giant, but I had to give it a title, didn't I?
Two. More. Days.
More fun facts...On August 29 in...
1521 - The Ottoman Turks capture Nándorfehérvár, now known as Belgrade.
1526 - Battle of Mohács: The Ottoman Turks led by Suleiman the Magnificent defeat and kill the last Jagiellonian king of Hungary and Bohemia.
1541 - The Ottoman Turks capture Buda, the capital of the Hungarian Kingdom.
Oops - maybe not...
In 1904 - Murad V, Ottoman Sultan (b. 1840) died.
Whoa. Check this out. Ingrid Bergman? The actress? That was born on August 29, 1915?
She died on August 29, 1982.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The countdown continues. Three...
More "interesting" August 29 facts...
In 1861, the US Navy captured forts in Hatteras Inlet, North Carolina from the Confederacy.
In 1966, The Beatles played their last concert before paying fans at Candlestick Park in San Francisco.
Wait - it gets better...
In 1924, singer Dinah Washington was born.
I took this photo over the weekend on our camping trip. Every now and then, when I cull through the hundreds of pictures I take on such trips (375 in 3 days), I find one like this and it makes me so happy. Everything about it just works for me.
I guess you take 375 photos in 3 days, and 1 is bound to be good, right?
Monday, August 25, 2008
Only four days left in my 30s. I've just realized that I share a birthday with John McCain. And Michael Jackson. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm sure it means something. Why can't I share a birthday with Georgia O'Keefe or Sue Monk Kidd?
Well - I do share with Ingrid Bergman. That's good. And Hurricane Katrina. That's bad.
I'll try to share some more fascinating birthday facts with you over the next four days. Aren't you
never going to read again excited?
We went camping over the weekend and had a great time. I even found the energy to draw a few things here and there. Like this holy, or rather - hole-y leaf. It was very meditative and made me realize how long it has been since I have drawn anything at all. Time to tone up those sketching muscles again, I think.
I have a few more sketches to share with you over the week, as well. But I'm going to leave you with this one by D. He sat down right next to me while I was sketching the maple leaf, and decided to join in...
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008
This is a picture of me from 1968, laying on a blanket in the backyard of our house in San Bernardino, California. The quilt on the bottom was made by my maternal grandmother, Mama Dee, just for me. My grandmother has always quilted, piecing together scraps of fabric into bundles of warmth. I always loved that her quilt blocks didn't come from the inside of a fabric store, but from the worn and tattered remnants of clothing and sheets and whatever she could find. She took things that were ready for the trash heap and turned them in to treasured items.
This particular quilt was crafted from one of my mother's childhood dresses. She was about 8 years old when she wore it, and it was her favorite dress. It had a full circle skirt, and when she twirled, it spread out like a ballerina's. The memory of that dress makes my mom smile and re-live that feeling. I just asked her about it again, to make sure I had my facts straight, and she smiled and put her arms out to demonstrate how she had twirled and whirled.
Memory is a powerful thing.
This quilt kept me warm as a child, decorated my room as a teen and adult and had grown tattered around the edges. The binding had long since worn away, the batting was starting to seep out around the edges and I was afraid I was going to lose it. I took it to Mama Dee not long after I married Dr. SmartyPants and she put a new binding on it, from her fabric stash. My boys love the quilt, even with the pink and red flowers, because they know it belonged to me and to my mother and to my grandmother.
Family is a powerful thing.
Mama Dee has made quilts for all her grandchildren and her great grandchildren, including my boys. They have their places of honor on the bed - never going in the closet. They are too precious for that. They pull them out and talk about them and call them their favorites. Of course they are. I have other quilts she has made just for me and I would rather wrap up in them than in all the most precious luxurious fabrics in the world.
Love is a powerful thing.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
There was beautiful princess who got everything she wanted. She had long flowing blonde hair (that she didn't have to pay for), big blue eyes and a luxurious castle in which to live. If she wanted a piano, all she had to do was say, "I want a piano, please" (because it's very important to be polite, even if you are a beautiful princess) and POOF! A piano appeared in the background with a strange step stool like chair thing in front of it which was covered in newspaper.
If she wanted a set of rattan chairs...POOF! A set of rattan chairs. Like that - you see.
One day she decided she wanted a black cat. So she asked, very politely of course, for one. POOF! Coral, the magical black tomcat appeared in her arms and she loved him very much. Things were wonderful in the rattan kingdom for the beautiful princess until at last the magical black tomcat transcended this world and left her behind.
Then the beautiful princess asked very politely for another magical black tomcat, but instead she got a mullet.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
He also wanted to know when I started looking like the me that I am now.
I don't know.
I think they all look like me. Because I've seen them all before and I know they are me, by gum.
I've just changed a lot in the last 40 years. Doesn't everyone? Fashions change, hairstyles change (mine more than some people's - but that's a post for another day), weight changes. Everything changes.
When I was 10, and hanging out with Spiderman, I looked like this:
But it's still me.
When I was 14 and starting my world piano tour (okay, not really), I looked like this:
But it's still me.
When I was 17 and rivaling Madonna for coolness, I looked like this:
And no. I wasn't drunk. I have a lazy left eye. But it's still me.
I'm starting to see that the 1980s were really not kind to me. My memories of me back then were that I was cool and punk and a rock star and awesome and apparently no one ever took any pictures of me being cool and punk and a rock star and awesome. They only took pictures of me being lame and stupid and drunk. Drunk-looking. I was in high school for crying out loud. I didn't drink.
My mom reads this blog.
So. Now that I'm almost 40, I realize that I have no idea which of these pictures is me. Am I the cool punk rockstar I've always thought, or am I the lame dork?
My little sister just told me I'm a nerd. And that nerds are cool. Okay.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have someone take a new picture of me and I'll let you all be the judge of that.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Well - when I was a kid, my family went camping too. We had an old green canvas tent. I guess it was probably new then, huh? We'd go and set up and cook out and have a grand time. Well. I think maybe my mom set up and the rest of us had a grand time. See - here she is getting everything in order. That's our VEGA in the background. It was YELLOW. And a VEGA.