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August 2006 Archive

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Alive & Kicking
At some point late July, I was thinking of taking a blog vacation for August. I shoulda done it, since it pretty much turned out that way. Thanks to folks who checked in on me to make sure I still had a pulse. Yes, I have a pulse. My heart has been beating strong with lots going on this month -

Pigeon I entered my apartment building lobby tonight after yoga. As I waited for the elevator, I heard people talking excitedly around the corner. Then a pigeon flew around that corner towards me! I said, "oh!" Perfectly cartoony "oh!" It flew up some stairs to the second floor. I had flashbacks to my bird banding days at Springbrook Nature Center. This pigeon was way bigger and stronger than the little tiny birds we caught in the nets. Poor thing kept flying up to the lights and bonking it's head on the plastic panel. I propped open the fire exit door and slowly walked the bird down the hall and through the door. for success, for the pigeon's misadventure.

Work, Work and More Work At the beginning of August I had no idea how bills were going to get paid at the end of August. Thankfully, August didn't get the memo that it was suppose to be slow. August 8th, I got the call, "Can you be in Milwaukee Thursday and Friday?" August 10, I get an email for a project in Chicago August 22. August 14th, I get an email asking if I can be in Rockford, Illinois that Thursday. When I think this is all nutso, I get an email August 21st asking if I can do two days in Chicago on the 24th and 25th!

Three gigs with less than 48 hours notice. It pays to be responsive and adaptive! It's all graphic facilitation work. Completely awesome to get these projects - Also exhausting to spend the month only thinking 12 hours ahead in "on" mode. But a manic August solidly lets me go to Minnesota for my Aunt's Girl's Weekend at the Cabin in September and on Lake Tahoe in October for my professional conference. I'm really looking forward to both.

Tai Chi! You didn't know this, beloved blog readers, but I began taking Taoist Tai Chi on May 1. By August 1 I had officially learned the 108 form set! I totally love it.

Why Tai Chi? I like to always be taking a class of some sort. In the Spring, I took a dystopian literature class at the Newberry Library. My instructor and classmates were all super, but the content was depressing. A room full of Chicago Liberals had a grand ol' time comparing 1984 to the current political climate. Good class, but I needed a real change of pace from the dystopic, political schtuff.

My friend Dan had once campaigned for me to try Aikido. I went to his dojo and watched a class. Too much physical contact for me, though I really could dig the practice of a martial art. Dan sent along an online wizard that helped you choose the right martial art for you. The wizard said, "Tai Chi." After learning some yoga and enjoying the practice, Tai Chi had been in the back of my mind. After a, like, three minute search I found the Taoist Tai Chi society. The the week following the close of my lit class, a new session of Tai Chi was starting!

It's been fantastic. Darcy has been my main instructor and she totally rocks - though pretty much everyone I've met rocks my socks. I really love the balance and flow to the Tai Chi itself. [Some day I'll get around to telling my Ebb/Flow story from June here on the blog.]

I'm a recovering perfectionist, so I love the process/practice approach over perfection/product. And I'm sure someone has a more elegant name for this - I love that Tai Chi puts my mind and body in this space between thinking and not thinking. If I forget where I am, I get lost, but if I think too hard about the next move, I bungle it too.

[Tai Chi inside joke] One morning I rolled over in bed and sleepily thought, "Step Up, Parry, Punch." I knew I was hooked.

At the halfway mark and after learning the set, my Tai Chi mates congratulated me a made a show of my accomplishment. Not a big, big show. Enough of a show to remind me that it's good to acknowledge accomplishments.

Project Runway Okay, before you think I'm too evolved with my Tai Chi and yoga, let me remind you of my adoration of reality teevee. Everyone told me that I would love Project Runway. I have no cable. When NBC started showing Season 3, it was love at first sight! Then after two episodes, NBC took it away from me! Since the start of this season, I've watched all of Season 1 on DVD, nearly all of Season 2 on DVD and have been piecing together Season 3 from episodes caught in hotel rooms, Televsion Without Pity and Tim Gunn's podcasts! I want to have Tim Gunn's babies. I believe in thoughtful, constructive criticism and TG is an Ace!

I want to know how frickin' frackin' Vincent is still on the show. And I want Laura and Michael to have their own show.

Allergies! Gah. Ragweed allergies. Not much to say. They suck.

Catsitting I watched Alise's three felines while she was away for ten days. It gave me good walks to and from her house, a dose of cable teevee and good cat time. Her cats are Itch, Liza and Molly. I've got a catcrush on Itch, he's a handsome, huge tomcat. One of those unaloof dogcats. I'll miss him headbutting me for attention. He sheds the fur of 14 cats, but is such a sweet cat. Poor Liza. Liza desperately wanted attention, but she didn't want it from me. So was very conflicted. Lots of squirrely attention seeking and then hissing. Molly is shy, so I was lucky to see her. But the last morning, I got to pet her too. I love (most) cats, so it was great to get feline time.

I also gave them some yarn from a crochet project I finished. Great to see them play with the classic Ball O' Yarn.


Liza, who doesn't trust me.


Liza and Itch and the blue yarn.


The Handsome Itch.


Where did summer go?? After a summery Summer last year, I had the unSummer this year. Thankfully, I've got good plans for a fallish Fall.

posted on 8/31/2006 10:50:00 PM





Sunday, August 06, 2006

Tying the Knot
Two friends had their commitment ceremony yesterday. I adore Ingrid and Pat and I adore them together, so I was more than pleased for them.

I hadn't really sat down and thought of a gift for them. Earlier yesterday, I thought , "I gotta make a card..." Then I thought about making a collage as a gift.

It took awhile to get the concept down. Ah - arms hugging as a knot. Yeah, quite on the nose, but could be improved with the execution.

I remembered that I had some wood veener that would make a nice warm texture for Pat and Ingrid. I next went to work on a template for their shape.

Admittedly, the first several attempts were awful. Like a bad sculpture you'd buy at a shitty gift shop in a strip mall.

About the fourth try, I got a shape for a female figure that I thought was iconic and flexible enough to have "rope arms" while being feminine and strong:


So, I traced the cutout twice with the rope arms:


That's more like it. Next, I traced the sketch onto the wood veneers and then painted the lines with acrylic paint. I patiently cut out the figures. The wood veener breaks off easily along the wood grain. No lost limbs. *whew* Had the veneer pieces been wider, I could have made their arms more of a knot, but I also like that I still retain the arch of the back. I lost the bustline.

I was totally pushing the 7:30 start time for the reception, but at this point I was determined to finish the colalge and bring it with me.

Thank goodness my medium isn't oil paint.

I painted a red acrylic background shape and made the nimbuses/glow out of gold colored joss paper.

I glued down the wood veener with thick white glue. Weighted in with a sheet of wax paper and I stack of heavy books. I gussied up.

Thankfully, it all came together in time for me to get to the reception by 9:30 and be a second shift partygoer.

Here's the final collage:


A closeup:


(Hey, did I ever mention my obsession with symmetry?)

I'm vain and eager enough that I asked Ingrid and Pat to open the gift on the spot at their reception. They were nice enough to indulge me.

An interracial couple, I love that Ingrid said, "Look! I'm ivory - not white!" And Pat said, "And I'm not black!" That made me happy.

I had a super time at their celebration. I know Ingrid from Grinnell, so the party was silly with Grinnellians. I had several fantastic conversations with old classmates I barely knew then, but totally appreciated now.

posted on 8/06/2006 02:35:00 PM

 

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