From the Corning Leader (06/14/2010)
By The Leader Staff, Corning Leader
Posted Jun 14, 2010 @ 12:36 AM
Corning, N.Y. —
Closing a chapter
Got a buncha stuff done yesterday. Got the Corporate Responsibility Report in toe…really putting some time into thinking out the details/inconsistencies and images. So, now we need to look at line endings, hypenation, and making things line up perfectly. I am pleased that I put the time in. Kitty got a paper done…and she and I looked at the courses offered at Hampshire and got her revved up about the future. She now can think about the next chapter with the current chapter winding up. And how exciting that future seems. I will need to call Hampshire about requirements before she launches into a selection of classes. Tomorrow she needs to pick her topic for orientation. That group during orientation becomes her tutorial group for the year. So, I am going to prod her to be first on. Important not to be lax on this one.
Today is the last day of High School prior to the exams and then graduation next week. Its funny, I wasn’t thinking of anything but the future until this morning, when it dawned on me that a new chapter is beginning. It will only be Alex and me next year. It has been a lot of wake ups and lunch bags. A lot of late rushes and cups of tea teetering on books. Its been a lot of late nights and hard to get up mornings. Its been a veritable wealth of fashion shows….with every morning being a surprise (most often good). Its been growing up for Kitty and Alex and me….(particularly me). And with this, a bit of wistfulness has set in. Not sadness. I have no big regrets. We have had a great time growing up together. I hope they will be as fond of the time as I have been. I guess the day in the way back machine on Friday was appropriate. And somehow with this definite “end” which is so rare in real life…it give us all a chance to reflect and perhaps tonight, celebrate.
Rob’s sister, Gloria is in from California this week through graduation. So, the dynamic here will switch up a bit. Bruce will be back soon for the summer. Nigel is here helping out with weed wackery and Mandy is taking the reigns up at the Luckystone. So, the people are changing out too. All good.
Need to wrap it up as there are meetings and projects awaiting.
Its coming down.
Yesterday, Kitty had studying with friends and shop time. Alex relaxed.
I worked in an unplanned way on these patterns which was derivative of a 2.25” x 12” inked pattern tile the other day. I thought it looked good as a limited palette (see first post on Saturday) and then evolved the color…and then pulled the illustration elements out of the mix to make other patterns. This is a fun break for now. I seem to go to patterns when I am in a lull…and then it gets me recalibrated back into the thinking of the current body of work or pointed at a new one. I find it interesting that this is the process.
I was looking at Virginia Lee Burton’s art project, the Folly Cove Designers’ work. You can still buy this work through the Sarah-Elizabeth Shop . Burton, the author illustrator of the recognized children’s book, Mike Milligan and His Steam Shovel taught classes in Cape Ann MA. From these classes and students, the Folly Cove Designers evolved (from the Sarah Elizabeth Shop background page)
The Folly Cove Designers was a group taught design by Virginia Lee Burton Demetrios. They used what they learned to design, and then carve, linoleum blocks to print on fabrics for place mats, runners, hangings, tablecloths, skirts, and yardgoods for practical uses. They started in 1938, over the years including more than forty artists in their guild-like association. No works were signed, everyone putting the group first. When their teacher died in 1968, the remaining designers decided to disband. The sample books, long yard-good hangings, and related material which remained in their retail outlet (the Barn) were given to the Cape Ann Historical Museum in Gloucester, where they can be seen to this day.
From Spiritus Temporis.com The Folly Cove Designers grew out of a design course taught by Virginia Lee Burton Demetrios. She lived in Folly Cove, the most northerly part of Lanesville, Gloucester, Massachusetts. She was able to express the local consensus that the world was a beautiful place, and the elements of beauty surround us in nature.
On completion of the course the graduate was permitted to submit a design to the jury(selected Designers rotated this responsibility starting in 1943) of the Folly Cove Designers. If it was accepted as displaying the design qualities as taught in the course, then they could carve the design in linoleum and print it for sale as a Folly Cove Design.
I am going to try to figure out how to post these to Spoonflower.com when I have a chance to understand the technical specs etc/ It is raining like theres no tomorrow…but in the way things are here, we will have a cloudless beautiful afternoon here on the plateau. Need to get going on paying work. What a dawdler I am.
pushing things around
Food Challenge
Last night Alex, Kitty and I went to the Glenwood Pines. We had a little wait as the place was rocking—Friday night around seven. There was a lot of energy around going to the Pines (I offered up other places with the Pines being the hands down “must”). So we waited and admired the games, the bobble headed characters crowded above the bar and chit chatted about the big (and contraversial) things doing at school. While we were chatting, Kitty mentioned a friend that did the Pinesburger Challenge. As an aside, Alex has been itching to do some of the local food challenges around to entertain the college guys. Pinesburger Challenge is a classic for the Tburg set. It has always been no no no with Mom and Dad. But hey…I was in charge so I piped up, suggesting that Alex do the challenge. He was delighted. Its pretty simple—eat 4 pinesburgers in less than an hour. No leaving the table, to sharing. All the meat, the bread, the cheese. The salad stuff can be taken off if you want. The hot burgers were delivered and Alex, competitive Alex consumed 3 of the burgers in 12 minutes. The last one was much more leisurely (finished all in all in less than 20 minutes). He was very happy with the whole thing, the tee shirt, the picture…! Kitty and I admired. We watched the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassius, which was a lovely movie. Wonderfully made both as a story and as a visual thing. Light night.
I went to the store this morning and browned up a bunch of stuff to make a “big pot of sauce” as the backlog I had in the freezer is all GONE. I bought some other things to eat for this week with the kids and me…and was nosing around and found that the butcher had put some nice steak on sale this week. He was wonderful (as it was just a big piece) and cut and wrapped the whole thing (for a congratulatory dinner for K)…thanking me so nicely for shopping at the store. Old fashioned courtesy and friendliness. I love this small town stuff. Reminds me of the small grocery store my parents took us to growing up. Joe Katz and his wife ran the store. We all loved the Katzes—it had its own dark distinct smell…and had temptations at the check out (real penny candy). We actually had a “tab” there. Joe would cut anything (including meat you cooked at home and wanted sliced nicely for a party etc). It was service capital S…that the big stores cannot provide. We have that here. Lucky us.
It’s yard sale day here in Tburg. Everyone seems to have a table in their front yard with piles of stuff they do not want. Even the new farmers market has people selling their stuff. There is an opportunity here…I need to think about this.
Little White Hermione Camp was at the door first thing this morning. She was full of friendliness and very hungry. I think she and Mr. Cranky have worked out their issues…(Rob exclaimed that their tiffs looked like cartoons of cat fights with a round tumble with legs and tails and hair). Time is a remarkable cure for almost anything.
Kitty went off to work on her Kubb set in the school shop this morning. This afternoon its finalizing her last biology lab. Tomorrow it’s finishing a paper. I am back on to being a picture maker. Yesterday it was a pattern maker. I may make a few more and post them to Spoonflower. The inspiration for this is to step up the colorations, saving from simple (like this) to richer and richer, and deeper. There is something in this that reminds me of the later pattern work of Virginia Lee Burton and Follly Cove Designers (there is a new documentary on her>>. What is fun with this process is limited palette, working in ink (thin stripes) and then working into the ink with vectors. I love it that I am doing fake William Morris stuff. Not his palette, but in that realm. I have a few bee pix in the head as well as a few Public Universal Friends and of course, new Frakturs. Plenty to keep the ink flowing.
My new tree peonies came. I discovered one that I thought those stinking deer had killed somehow had regenerated. I plan on moving it as the ones that are bigger are absolutely flourishing. When the plants are not eaten down to bits, they really love it here. They just need to hide from the varmints.
Rob is probably in Basel right now. Long day of travel. We miss him.
IF: Ripple of Creation
And God said, “Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.
Genesis Chapter 1, verse 9
Maybe rain?
Overcast as usual for this week. Hermione Camp is visiting…wandering around the house, eating the other cats’ food. Shady is good with all of that.
Recolored the Zydeco poster. Becky suggested red boots (which works better with the greenbeans, and Rob suggested changing the banner color from taupe to white to pop it more. I tweaked it and then added some florals (which I have always thought looked somewhat like tooled leather for the background gradient and the bottom of the page. So, thats where we have ended up. I think this thing is finished. Do you?
More on the Public Universal Friend. The U.F. (as she had blazoned on her carriage) was recognized for being able to walk on water. I found this great page on the Internet (using Google Chrome as my browser which has a very cool translation feature) which was in German and related this detail. More pictures in the making. I may have to plan a field trip this summer for research. Could be inspiring.
Last night was The Senior Awards Ceremony. Many of the same names were granted kudos and applause…Kitty got a Shakespeare award for her enthusiasm in the subject and her dive in with acting and interpreting the scripts. She also was recognized for high honor roll. The room was decorated with tables with blue tablecloths, blow up globes and an enormous spread of desserts. There was a huge golden and blue banner with sparkly stars and vinyl cut lettering (a black letter style font, of course) that said “Senior Awards” in 36” sized words. It was a long night…and we were happy to have gotten through it. Its about time for everyone to graduate and move on. I think the seniors have been ready since Christmas. They all just seem tired now.
I ordered six tree peonies from Song Sparrow (Mr. Klem) and they just arrived so come tomorrow and the rain breaks, I am going to get them in the ground….in a place that has nice sun and some space and feed em up this summer to see what happens. They really take off around year 3-4…but if I get them in a place with some wire around them and prevent the varmints from devouring them, then we might quicken the maturation time? right?
I am working on some more obtuse web related projects that I am picking away at to figure out how to do it. Time to plug in, tune out and turn on….or something like that.
Public Universal Friend
A great religious fervor seemed to develop in the newly established United States. From Rhode Island came a new sect, established by the first native-born American woman to organize a large group of followers with sufficient finances to seek new lands for a colony. This was Jemima Wilkinson, who called herself the “Publick Universal Friend.” The group’s land scouts came into this area in 1787 and chose land on the west shore of Seneca Lake near where the outlet of Crooked Lake flowed into Seneca Lake. The scouting party reported back to the society, some of whose members were still in Rhode Island and Connecticut, and others in eastern Pennsylvania. The Friend Society decided to make their settlement here by Seneca Lake. Twenty-five came and wintered here in 1788-89. It was a brutal and hazard-filled experience for them. They had managed to clear land and plant 12 acres of wheat using a harrow to break the ground. Wild game supplemented their food supply. Rude log houses sheltered them. The “Genesee Fever” invaded their ranks. Their outpost was at first called the “Friend’s Settlement,” but soon became “New Jerusalem.” By 1790 the census showed 260 people inhabiting the community. The Friend herself joined them in the spring of that year. A mill for grinding grain was set up on the outlet and a suitable house built for their leader.
The followers of The Friend were industrious and hard working. They built log houses and a log meeting house and a grist mill; the crop land and nearly level land lying near large Seneca Lake seemed good. She had nearly three hundred followers surrounding her “City Hill” settlement. Trouble came in the “clouded” land title to portions of the earliest cleared land. The Universal Friend’s agent, James Parker, had tried for bargain-priced land from a group called the “Lessees.” Unfortunately, the title was deemed null and void by New York State due to an unfair “leasing” deal the Lessees had made with the Indians.
By back-breaking work, land had been cleared, houses had been built so several of the Friends lost their investment. The bulk of the settlement was on land with good title from Phelps and Gorham, but Parker had been sure he was buying three or four thousand acres from, the “Lessees.” Final settlement on his purchase yielded only 1,100 acres, so some Friends lost much of their money and labor, with little or nothing to show for it.
Then, the survey of the Pre-emption line made in 1788 was found to be in error and a new survey was made in 1792.
The deeds were on the basis of the first survey and the line veered from its start at the Pennsylvania line to the northwest and at the Lake Ontario end, near Sodus, it made a difference of several miles. The area between the Pre-emption survey line of 1788 made by Col. Maxwell and the re-survey of 1792 made by Benjamin Ellicott was called The Gore, a long, triangular shaped piece of land containing 85,896 acres. The second survey was accepted as the legal Pre-emption Line by the State of New York.
The confusion of losing title to property crossed by “The Gore” and the earlier Parker-Lessee experience caused great stress in the Friend’s colony. The Universal Friend herself, became very upset over the clamor caused by these “Title” problems. Charles Williamson, by this time, was the administrator of the surrounding unsold property. An adjustment was worked out whereby, those who had lost land in the “Gore” would be able to obtain three acres for every one acre lost in the “Gore” survey mistake.
The Friend was uncomfortable with the atmosphere of uncertainty created by the title disputes. She hoped to withdraw to “where no intruding foot would enter.” In 1794 she moved about twelve miles to the west of the original settlement. She had a temporary house built on the bank of the inlet on the north end of Crooked Lake. This stream had been named Brook Kedron by a member of the Universal Friends, Thomas Hathaway, who, along with Benedict Robinson, had purchased the land in the so called “second seventh.” The followers who came to the new location, and the Friends household made maple sugar each spring from the sap of trees along the stream which later lost its biblical reference and became known as Sugar Creek.
The Friends held meetings on Saturday (their Sabbath) at the new log house. Jemima Wilkinson returned at regular intervals to hold meetings at the log meeting house at the City Hill location along Lake Seneca. Sometimes they met at David Wagener’s house situated on the site of present Penn Yan.
The Friend was not only a spiritual leader to her followers, but she also gave advice, settled minor disputes, consoled them at the loss of members of the flock, conducted their funerals and was skillful at treating their illnesses and injuries. Neighbors were well treated and the Indians regarded her as a good friend to them. Whenever groups of Indians came by, she, or members of her household, gave them food, and the Indians brought her deer meat or fish.
Travelers enjoyed the hospitality of the Friend, and even those hostile to her religion gave praise to her even-handed treatment of others around her.
Her temporary house in Jerusalem was enlarged several times before her permanent home was ready for occupancy. Situated on the hill to the west about a half mile from the “Brook Kedron” house, the sturdy, beautiful, New England style home has been restored by the present owners and stands today (2004) as a private dwelling.
She moved to her new house in 1814. In her later years, she became a victim of a slow and painful illness and rode in a coach fashioned for her on the under-carriage of the one she had owned in Pennsylvania. She kept active and continued to preach. The Friend was carried to the funeral of her sister, Patience Wilkinson Potter, on April 19, 1819, and preached her final public sermon. Jemima Wilkinson “left time” on July 1st that same year.
Looking for sunshine
Its going to be overcast, rainy and cool today. Perfect for the peonies that haven’t been devoured by the varmints.
Plugging away on the big pile of work…which gets sidetracked due to mini quick turnarounds which explode into bigger time consuming things to do. Would like to have a moment to learn more about the Universal Friend from Penn Yan, but that might have to wait until the weekend.
Need to order paper and get some printing done for the Hangar and for the Trail Riders. The poster to the left is the colorized/type applied poster for July. Need to finish a teeshirt for a friend as well…and am just close enough. I thrilled to the pen illustration being brought into photoshop/res’ed up to high. Creating a workpath and saving it out as a path for illustrator….and then bringing it into illustrator as a magnificent vector file. The best.
Tonight is an awards event for Kitty. Need to move a bunch of appointments around…as school/work and driving to Corning is not jiving…Hampshire sent Kitty her summer reading along with a bunch of stuff that needs to be done re health insurance, payment etc. Ooch.It isnt a frightening pile of details…but none the less…needs to be scaled soon.
More later>
A Lightning Bolt from the Sky
The poster to the left is work in progress for Tburg’s Zydeco Trail Riders show at the Rongo prior to Grassroots. Still working with it and am thinking about color and junking it up a bit more. I don’t know if color will help this..you and I will see.
A lightning bolt from the sky happened yesterday. I heard my email ping…and checked a letter from a person who found my Fraktur inspired work. She is a curator for the Schwenkfelder Library and Heritage Center in Pennsburg,PA and liked my work (Wunderfisch!) and was interested in my possibly having a show at their Museum. We have had, since then, a wonderful conversation about our respective passions about these people, their beliefs, the imagery—We may be looking at a show in 2012 (so I can expand the body of work…maybe work a bit with the images I want to do from The Long Lost Friend. My new friend clued me into an individual in the 1800s from Penn Yan, the Public Universal Friend, Jemima Wilkinson>> From Yates County.org says:
Jemima Wilkinson, the first American-born woman to found a religious movement, was born in Rhode Island in about 1765, of Quaker parents. In 1776 she fell ill of a fever. She awoke from a coma and told those standing by that Jemima had died and a spirit from heaven now inhabited her body. She never again used her birth name and until her death in 1819 was always referred to as the Public Universal Friend.
Her teachings were influenced both by the somewhat mystical version of Quakerism current at the time, by the Shaker movement founded a few years earlier by Mother Anne Lee, and by the New Light Methodists, whose meetings she had attended. She wore androgynous clothing, rode horseback, let her hair hang loose on her shoulders and wore a man’s broad-brimmed hat; and she preached in public, a tremendous novelty for a woman in the 1770s. She preached all over southern New England and beginning in 1782, in the Philadelphia area. Sometime about the middle 1780s she determined to remove her followers from the persecution and distractions attendant on living among people not of her faith.
ooooh weeeeee~! Bring it on!
Hucklebuck!
This is the group we had for dinner prior to the “dinner dance” sans dinner plus dessert on Saturday. We had a really nice time. The food was easy and they tucked in. We had mocktails (cosmo syrup with cherries and seltzer) and sparkling grape juice so that we could be elegant and use champagne glasses without the fear and incrimination of parents out there. There were lots of high heels and cocktail rings (provided by me…the queen of the rhinestones, these days).
Worked some on Sunday on a poster for the Zydeco Trail Riders while listening to Boozoo Chavis (a leading light in Zydeco music). His lyrics are wonderful…for example ” You’re going to look like a monkey when you get old”— What is not to love? Hucklebuck is another jumping zydeco tune…love the word, love the music. I started this poster as a hand drawn thing that I scanned in. I redrew parts of it in both illustrator and photoshop…using brushes in a new way for me…along with slugging in type and importing small details for other handdrawn pieces..that the design is looking good in black and white…so, color will only bring it up. I am learning more about working in a hand-drawn exploratory way with brushes and “expanding” paths. Maybe not as quick as one would think…however, the tools allow you to try things that I might not consider drawing..I will share as we go.Funzees.
Also need to work up an approach for the Cabaret Season of the Hangar Theatre. There is a wonderful mix of offerings mainly musically driven. We will be working with the word: Caberetc. There is a graphic treatment and some visual planning for midJuly.
Rob is off to Switzerland and France for ten days this week with visits to ArtBasel and Boisbuchet. We managed to grab all the shirts and laundry and get them done yesterday. He just bought a new used car from Bruce, an Audi TT which is very sporty, very fun to drive, and great design. I am so happy for him as it is a very stylish ride…a step up from the high mileage, peeling pickup truck. So, he rolls into summer looking like an imagemaker…with some fun getting him to and from work.
More later>>work awaits.
Morning thoughts
Last night we had a rocking thunderstorm. I am happy for it as everything was beginning to dry up…the thick thatches of grass, my little apple trees, the monster monarda that has taken over a part of the yard (thrilled about that). In that vein, I treated myself to a few more tree peonies to plant this fall—as this plant is so much of a thrill when they flower in an outrageous way, a better than Disney explosion and then settle down and become a pretty leafy bush for the other 51 weeks of the year. Our herbaceous peonies are starting to open…and the deer have not devoured them unlike half the hosta I have. Urg.
I have recolored some of the bee work and found that a bit of image editing (in this case adding, in yesterdays case, subracting) have helped the pictures. I am on the Zydeco piece and am redrawing it (having rediscovered my love for the Pitt Pen…particularly the jumbo one). Am musing about a style I was beginning to work with during the week of Ted and Betsy Lewin at Hartford and may do a small body of work using this to gain a bit more confidence and familiarity before coming back to the bees. I used it once on a job for a client…and they loved it…so an alternative (can you do a portrait, an animal, a type combo, a this a that ) might be nice to have. I find that these sidebar explorations are deriving somewhat from the discipline instilled in me from high school and college training with Arnold Bank, a mentor and extraordinary teacher and calligrapher. He taught visual people to think, but to develop their hand skills and eye with those skills through a prescribed series of requirements when one was learning a particular “hand” or hand lettering style. In order to master these hands. one had to do a small, medium and large flat piece working in text, headline and caption sizes using the plain letters and some embellished. Additionally, one had to do a small book (hand lettering at least four pages of text). I find that sort of slop over…(can I do a portrait? can I do an animal? Can I do something with type) that same approach to forge confidence in that particular “hand” or style of illustration. The more I tune what I do within the context of a body of work (at least 6 pieces), I can move to the next project or idea. This training from Hartford for the final thesis was such a valuable experience.
Ithaca Festival is today as is the Senior Dessert (no dinner so I am Providing) Dance. Alex is going with one of Kittys friends. Kitty is taking an old friend, Thea. And another couple makes up our party. Must go.
IF: [honey] trail
In the Early Spring, the bees go out to find new sources of nectar. They come back to the hive and tell their peers about this through a series of actions sometimes referred to as a Lemniscatic Dance, a dance that is ingrained in the bee…that literallly triangulates the sun, the point of the treasure/nectar and the hive…pointing the way for her peers.
Meet Hermione Camp
This is the cat that has adopted us. We are calling her Hermione Camp after Herman Camp’s daughter (we live in the Camp House….and the first non family owners since it was built in 1848). Hermione would run upstairs during the Civil War and raise the flag on the roof when the North won battles against the South. Hermione went to Wells College (as we were left her certificates of attendance). And that is all we really know. However, as a member of the Camp family, it is nice to have one return to the nest.
Thunder coming.
Nigel started today. How terrific to have him back from school so excited and pleased with school, his studies and the things that are making him zing. Good energy and good energy around the things he is going to do with us this summer. I feel action on the way, and that rubs off in the excitement department for me. He is all charged up about his art professor, a Korean artist who approaches art conceptually and personally and not from a technique “can you draw this apple” vantage point.
As you can see (at the top of the page) my little page on Facebook has prompted me to post the entries, and then my own observations and excitements on the Inside Ithaca page. It was started in reaction to a discussion I had with Peter F. from The Hangar on how the actors, techs, directors and talent merge with the community. Like, what is their foothold into the community to get a bit of Ithaca while they are not providing the wonderful shows for all of us. It started in my mind as a list which evolved into a Facebook project which as I go about this, I find that there isnt much push pull that I was expecting from the group. There are more baby robins out there waiting for mama to drop a content worm into their mouths. So, I will…but I will own it too. I think its a fun one as we get rolling as it gives a home for my enthusiasms and surprisingly, for my pictures that I keep randomly snapping off. You know, try to get 100 a day (though I am being a bit less than success with that sitting at this monitor trying to untangle strands of hot spaghetti types of projects. Or at least, for now. The strands of spaghetti are not sticking…so I am making progress with this work. I feel I am being a bit tougher with my clients…and I am getting more input and forcing more thought from a broader group of them.
The birds are telling me that thunder is on the way. Hermione Camp (the new cat) is more and more curious about us…and is letting us brush her and hold her. I should probably make a vet appointment for her before we start giving her a bit of houseroom etc. The grey sentinals are fine with her. Shady is still nonplussed. Must go. More to do before eight. Am recoloring a series of screens for a blackberry app….Green/green and green.
Cheers.
BooZoo!
Zydeco derives from Les Haricots Verts (green beans/snap beans). I am working on a poster for the Zydeco Trail Riders event at the Rongo for the week of Grassroots. So, I am making a poster using beans, their swirly vines and heart shaped leaves, a pair of dancing boots ( one wears cowboy boots on the actual Zydeco Trail Rides)… and make it a love button by using a heart shape to hold the whole thing. Yes, there might be a bee or two. The reference is the BooZoo…who put out a CD called Zydeco Trail Ride…and BooZoo really personifies Zydeco as does Buckwheat Zydeco with his rhinestone embellished huge accordian. This is the prelim sketch. I am redrawing this to fit the format better…and take advantage of using my friends the vectors to do some of the woodcutty heavy lifting. I like what humor the beans have…and want to continue that. The Scroll holds the word Zydeco. And the feet in the boots need to be longer…
I am chipping away at putting the Insiders information on a tab here on the Rongovian Academy of Fine Arts. You will see Inside Ithaca on the top right. Its been work to move the copy from the liveliness of the interchange of Facebook to a more staid, but more usable webpage. We will see. This is looking a bit like a project. Like the zoneball I am, I indiscriminately what I thought was the Ithaca page and wiped out a bunch on the rest of the site. Dope. Dopey. It has pointed up new nice tools that Squarespace has made to bring social networking easy to flow to a blog etc. Cool.
Work continues apace. Lots of projects that are tangled webs of “we don’t know what we want and don’t have any ideas of what we are doing” and I tentatively step into this twisted route to try and figure it out by finding out all the things that are “wrong”. Its wild.
Kitty signed up for her dorm room today (substance free) with a lot of questions and promises to keep the environment substance free. She is committed to this…and it will give her a safe haven if all the students honor the code. Alex is running track even now (almost 8 p.m.). Rob is off at a meeting about the new bandstand to be built at the Tburg Farmers Market during Grassroots. Dinner will be late.
The rainy day has blossomed into blue sky perfection on the plateau.
looking backwards
Today was a quiet day. I got up early--and went down to a very fun and exciting kick off to the Hangar Theatre season with an introduction all around and the magic that the director, Ms. Dann wove around the 39 Steps, what she invisioned, how she came to that thinking and the more global idea around the premise of the show. It was poetry with all the actors, management, specialists all listening at the same time...yet for me, poetry. True poetry. We need to get a flip camera in action and film this stuff. We are wasting such lovely moments that is "insider stuff" that our audiences would love in the intermission to calibrate their viewing and interpretation of these shows. I feel there is more I can give these people.
I am talking to you from my powerbook as we are lakeside. My palms are burning from how hot this computer gets..but I also have access to the wonderful shots I took last summer with Hartford when we visited the Norman Rockwell Museum and also the Clarke at Williams College. It is always so interesting to see what I am greedy to collect . Changes minute by minute.
Teensy Weensy Little House
I am baking a pizza rustica for a Memorial Day dish to pass party and think that the name is a bit too pompous..too fabulous for what it is. So, I am renaming it cold cut pie. The phrase "cold cuts" cold cuts of meat...(not even good meat if you are counting head cheese and olive loaf...or the bologne extravaganzas) is chilling...and quite degoulasse. However, anything rustica is chic and implies all things elegant but "back home" old country style. This thing is double crust pie (puff pastry from the grocer's freezer) that is rolled out and put into a 12" springform pan. The bottom layer comes all the way up the side of the pan and is filled with a mix of eggs, parsley, ricotta (the good kind...not watery...from Sauders), salt and pepper, shredded mozzerella and parm, and a chip chop of whatever you have around the house in the cold cut department. If i have ham around, that goes in too... Pack it into the base and smoosh it down so its solid. Then roll the second piece of puff pastry and place on top. Crimp and trim edges...and put an egg wash on the top. Bake at 350˚ for about an hour. Let it cool to room temp and you are ready to slice and go. So, I have a window of time to talk to you
I was fumpfering around on the internet and found this thread of ideas that have me so excited. Jay Schafer, The owner and designer of the Tumbleweed Tiny House Company creates these tiny houses (on wheels) that you can either buy entirely built, or buy the plans yourself. Turns out, there is this nascent group of people who want to combine living greener and saner, with good design out there making waves in this tiny house community. There is Dee Williams (nice write up by Rowdy Kittens) who is one of the thought leaders on living a sustainable and intentionally simpler lifestyle. Resource for Life talks about the Small House Society:
Mission. Our desire is to support the research, development, and use of smaller living spaces that foster sustainable living for individuals, families, and communities worldwide.
Overview. The Small House Society is a voice for the Small House Movement. The movement is the result of concerns about what we are doing to the environment, and what the environment is doing to us (wild fires, flooding, hurricanes), as well as a shifting economy. Some people just desire to live simply so that others can simply live. Because of this, architects and builders are now providing smaller housing alternatives. The increase in websites, books, and magazines about small houses reflect the movement’s growth. Small house dwellers include those who have moved into a smaller space or made better square feet per person use of the space they have. Members of our group might include families of five happy in an arts and crafts bungalow, multifamily housing in a variety of forms, and more extreme examples, such as people on houseboats and in trailers with just a few hundred square feet around them. Size is relative, and mainly we promote discussion about the ecological, economic and psychological toll that excessive housing takes on our lives, and what some of us are doing to live better. It’s not a movement about people claiming to be “tinier than thou” but rather people making their own choices toward simpler and smaller living however they feel best fits their life.
And another signal for this group "Simple Living" which Wikipedia frames up this way:
Simple living is a lifestyle characterized by consuming only that which is required to sustain life. Adherents may choose simple living for a variety of personal reasons, such as spirituality, health, increase in 'quality time' for family and friends, reducing their personal ecological footprint, stress reduction, personal taste or frugality. Others cite socio-political goals aligned with the anti-consumerist movement, including conservation, degrowth, social justice, ethnic diversity and sustainable development.
Like Anti-consumerism, simple living can be a reaction to Consumerism and Conspicuous consumption. Thorstein Veblen had denounced the materialistic society in The Theory of the Leisure Class (1899); Richard Gregg coined the term "voluntary simplicity" as one path to simple living, in The Value of Voluntary Simplicity (1936); E. F. Schumacher argued against the notion that "bigger is better" in Small Is Beautiful (1973); and Duane Elgin carried on the promotion of the simple life in Voluntary simplicity (1981).
Simple living as a concept is distinguished from those living in forced poverty, as it is a voluntary lifestyle choice. Although asceticism generally promotes living simply and refraining from luxury and indulgence, not all proponents of simple living are ascetics.
Any way you slice it, there is something really compelling about these small structures, the life they represest and the charm of that existance. Not on my act upon list...but to see Kity look at this stuff, I could see her building one of these some year at the new school. Not an impossibility at all.
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Well. Its the kick off to a beautiful weekend. Changes in the household. Mandy and Sonata coming back for the summer. Bruce on board. Alex listening to live music on the commons and swimming in the creek with his friends. Kitty and I bopping about shopping and looking and laughing.We took in the grocery store, Countryside Produce in Interlaken and Funky Finds in Tburg. Funky Finds is our new and curated second hand store owned and curated by Jill who we met a few years back while she was waitressing at Simply Red. She has a real handle on what people like so racks of pearly snap shirts, cowboy boots, used jeans, cute sundresses, and other household things are there in good order. I got a pair of very snappy boots the other day. Kitty bought rainbow suspenders. Today it was a snap shirt for Alex, a vase, an odd 70s type apothocary jar, and a vase ($1.50 that I bought to give to someone with flowers in it).
Rob and Bruce took in GlassFest in Corning last night with music and lights and neon installations in the Park which Rob related were spectacular. They got home late and then inspired, winged it over to the Rongo to hear Warren Bunn's band, Thudknuckle play. So it was very social for many yesterday and today. I was totally beat from the week ( a trip to Sauders early yesterday morning combined with the "oops we forgot it was June next week--need to get this work done" thing that happens always before a holiday. It was blood pouring out of my ears with the sheer volume of stuff that needed to get done. So sleep was the greatest gift I could be given.
I was talking to Peter Flynn the other day about the actors, technical people, directors, shop people ... everyone who comes to Ithaca for a month or so during the summer. They get a place to stay, but frankly, its pretty cold soup as there is nothing that says "hey...this is fun". Given the Ithaca Journal has really stopped any arts/culture reporting ...and the radio is more Public Radio stuff...(the ladies at the booksale and not the hipster)...That I said off the cuff to Peter, that I would get a list...not promising much, more more would be better than nothing. I mean, how can they learn about the farmers markets, the great restaurants, the fabulous used culture, fashion and dancing, the gathering places of our town? So, bright and fresh this morning, I thought that maybe I could use my network to write this thing and posted a note on my Facebook page:
Today is the beginning of a little questionnaire I am conducting on behalf of my friends at the Hangar Theatre. To set the stage: We have all sorts of artists, designers, actors, technicians and creative folks coming soon to bring us the Summer Season at the Hangar.
I would like to construct an insiders guide to the Summer in Ithaca (which we all know is pretty fabulous) from shopping to things to do, from localvore groceries to high end dining, from dancing under the moonlight to cool morning dips in the lake. These artists are bringing us such happiness in their performances, I ...figured lets give them local happiness in their spare time.
I would like to construct an insiders guide to the Summer in Ithaca (which we all know is pretty fabulous) from shopping to things to do, from localvore groceries to high end dining, from dancing under the moonlight to cool morning dips in the lake. These artists are bringing us such happiness in their performances, I ...figured lets give them local happiness in their spare time.
So each day of this week, I am going to ask a question and would love it if you could give me five places (if there are five) and a simple one liner or even phrase that sums up why you recommend this. I will post all of this stuff to a Insiders Guide to Summer in Ithaca Page...so its there for all of us too!
Here is the first question. Remember: up to five entries with short descriptors):
I love buying groceries, food, wine, things to eat at these places.
And then I decided I would merge it all on a Facebook standalone Page " An Insiders Guide to Summer in Ithaca" Please Join us... I find it all very exciting in a way dumb way. Someone has already complained about the format without putting any comments or entries...but IWe will morph this thing into a web page so its more maluable...as soon as I can do it.
We are lakeside. The day is cool and glorious. My yellow tree peony has 8 fat buds with one having burst! Time to straighten up a bit. The weekend unfolds