Palm city

After two quick hours on the plane, Alex and I met Rob in the baggage claim at Ft. Lauderdale. We were thrilled to see him and be in the land of palm trees, soft air and crashing surf. We zipped into Miami proper and had a great dinner at one of our favorites, Garcias. We were seated immediately and soon had a yellowtail fish (complete), crisp and delicious in front of us for dinner. Three cats licking their chops, and every tiny bone each yellowfish provided. Sublime (along with he bowls of limes and the beautiful gratis whitefish salad that is a treat.

Then Rob took us on a little situational drive--seeing the New World Center for The New World Symphony designed by Frank Gehry--a modest and thoughtful structure with lilttle Gerhy twists and details to adore. The best was the entry with a perfect little park designed for people to sit and gather and view the same show inside on an enormous projection screen on the facade of the building. Take note, enormous projections are everywhere here...and fine resolution with spaces to accomodate gatherings. EVERYWHERE. He then took us to see the coolest parking garage in the entire universe. Hertzog and De Meuron's club cum parking garage illluminates the night with an open structure that accomodates cars, the owner's penthouse and a "red velvet rope" exclusivity that communicates cuspy, cool and the place to be. I will post a link as soon as I can. Alex couldn't handle it and was excitedly noticing all that grabbed him about these buildings-- what a charge for all of us. We will be retuning in daylight.

We drove by the hip new Standard Hotel on the Venetian causeway and the W to see that yes, the world of the Kardashians exists--down to the shiny black Escalades that are commonly used as taxi cabs. The gorgeous people were out last night...walking in the most extrodinarily high heels--tight jeans and copious amounts of botox and lip work. Younger women with the same faces and long hair with much older, semi hostile looking older men who have had work too. Funny how they all look the same. Frightening.

We got to our cute little hotel, Circa 39, and put our bags down. Then, out to see the block and put our feet in the warm ocean a block away and admire the stars, manmade and those beyond.

En Route

We left early this morning, arriving at 5 am at the airport to find out that we could not board without Alex having a picture ID. So, we were rescheduled for a bit later today. We went home, got the ID, drank some coffee and tried one more time. Two, in this case, was the charm. Let's not underplay the state of confusion Shady found herself in.

Alex and I chatted it up, played some scrabble and then found ourselves in the ever changing Philadelphia airport for lunch. Lots of laughs over my absolutely favorite airline publication, "Sky Mall"--and the stuff like the pooch pad, the wristband holder for cell phones, and the pedicure padded sandals in panther print. A mother and son icebreaker. More chatting over iced teas and yummy food and now Alex is power charging his notebook while gabbing on the phone to confirm the boy on the go he poses. We visited the Bose store to admire the technology that we would adore for Christmas from the superfine headphones to the most excellent wifi radio.

We both eavesdropped over our neighbor to the back, a man with "the pipeline" who had lived in Scranton, in Bingamton, Elmira, and Corning. A fracker. We both felt sorry for the guy who was pouring out his heart to his seatmate-- wife and baby in Houston,no jobs in Houston, and the last time he was home (April) and wife visiting in September. But, he is not welcome here to take our gas, destroy our landscape, pollute our water and leave the area raped, destroyed and dead without our approval or invitation. And did I mention, take jobs away from NY State. He was going home, with his paycheck to Texas. I wish he would stay.

Oy.

Scrabbling

Detail from fabric designed by William MorrisWow. Closing down on the list. Finishing up a 20 pp. book with custom graphics and a search for imagery. Tons of type styling (closing up line spaces, smaller capital letters, tabs and whatnot). Finally am riding this horse…and though she is bucking a bit, I am staying on.

I am back moving my pen on watercolor paper (divine!) getting ready for the Advent season of a picture a day. Maybe holidaypictures, maybe seasonal pictures. The only thing I know is that the pictures will be ink on watercolor paper. Great! I have a few loaded to pop up on the web while we are away so I can start in style and not have to catch up with myself. Let me know what you think. The Swiss Scherenschnitte is strong in this mix.

Will need to pack tonight. Phone and ipad are charged. Cameras are charged. Memory sticks are emptied.  Am on a very very early flight tomorrow am. to connect in Philadelphia to go to Miami and points south. Big question is to check or not to check our luggage. I am thinking gate checking…but it depends on what Alex wants to do. Once we decide that, then we can print our tickets this evening. Art Basel Miami will be in full swing with Rob doing the business things today and yesterday—so tomorrow we can see art, see shows, see the crowds, learn something new. I am feeling so stale that this will be a balm (or at least I hope).

Then we can launch into the two weeks of holidays with pickups, parties, birthdays, people and projects. Yikes. Hang on. December 26th is my favorite day of the year. Am looking forward to the peace (and naps?). Wow.

Advent Day Four, 2011

Scherenschnitte, Advent Day Four 2011, Q. Cassetti, pen and ink, colored in Adobe Photoshop CS5“We thank you for this place in which we dwell,
for the love that unites us, 
for the peace accorded us this day,
for the hope with which we expect the morrow,
for the work, the health, the food
and bright skies which make our lives delightful for our friends in all parts of the earth.”


Robert Louis Stevenson
from A Christmas Prayer 

Advent Calendar Day Three, 2011

Scherenschnitte 4, Advent Day Three, Q. Cassetti, 2011, pen and ink on watercolor paper“Joy is the true gift of Christmas, not the expensive gifts that call for time and money. We can communicate this joy simply: with a smile, a kind gesture, a little help, forgiveness. And the joy we give will certainly come back to us.…Let us pray that this presence of the liberating joy of God shines forth in our lives.”


Pope Benedict XVI (12/2005)

Advent Day Two, 2011

Scherenschnitte 3, Advent Day Two, Q. Cassetti, 2011, pen and ink on watercolor paper “Advent is the perfect time to clear and prepare the Way. Advent is a winter training camp for those who desire peace. By reflection and prayer, by reading and meditation, we can make our hearts a place where a blessing of peace would desire to abide and where the birth of the Prince of Peace might take place.”


Edward Hays
A Pilgrim’s Almanac

Spinning Plates.

Scherenschnitte 3, Q. Cassetti, 2011, pen and inkWild wrapping and drawing. All the plates are spinning. And, just as things start whomping up, my computer decides to go finicky in the email department. Jeez.

There are pubs to be corrected. Pubs to be laid out. I love the work these days—because production methods drive the design. So many publications I am working on these days are output to pdf or even (god forbid) word docs that are sent to individuals to output to their little pokey desk printers. Will our local offset printers become rarer and rarer with this type of work just being printed locally—and the idea of bleeds and delicate tints thrown out the window with the blunt tool of the cheap desk printer. Will excellent printing go the way of jobbing out typesetting (with all the kerning and proofing that the old typesetters used to do)? Is the graphic designer now just going to be the technology arbetor?

As you can see, I am bitten by the land of scherenschnitte…only my ink version of it. There are many miles in these pix, and they will evolve as my advent project in black and white—with maybe a half dozen of them in color. I like taking this up again as the images are a bit better designed…and I can bring animals and flora into the images to make it more mine. However, I love these Swiss trees, and want to imprint it on my brain and hand. Squirrels, raccoons, bear and deer. Leaping cats and daffodils. The little Swiss cottages need to change to Greek Revival farm houses with fences and chimneys. Someone commented on the Home Sweet Home images wanted to know why the windows were light versus dark… worth looking into. Maybe some musical instruments too?

I got 4 boxes out yesterday with another 3 filled, wrapped and addressed (ready to go). I dawdled with this stuff until around nine last night. I only need brown paper to get the other significant things out. And then, cards…and chez Camp presents. Need to get going. December is two and a half quick weeks. Yikes.

Cyber Monday with my Etsy stuff (we knocked 25% off everything) yielded someone buying a stack of tattoos. Jeez. I did mine with Etsy (something for Kitty and something for a resident of Camp Camp this summer). The dachshund card, however, is blowing out this year. We are selling multiple packs of cards at a clip. Also, big Cyber news, Fat quarters on Spoonflower is a great price (twofers) this week. Could be cool if I had a minute to spare. I want to make some Qillos pillows.

Ready....Go!

Scherenschnitte 2, Q. Cassetti. 2011. pen and inkRob got up and out very very early. He is off to points south with new trousers and a presentation in hand. I know he is going to do a great job and the world at Musecon will love him. He looked very de rigeur in the new duds. I hope he has some fun!

I am getting some packages out today. A few more tomorrow. Would love to have the bulk out before we split this week. So as we rush into December (which is already gone to my thinking)—I can take a bit of heat off my back.  Holiday cards may need a bit more time. My list is needing a bit of refinement. I  need to think about what I need to wear to a fancier holiday dinner (as the Missus)—that I have been requested to attend. Oy. Hate that. I need to keep in mind that R’s rule of look for me is to remember I am an artist—and there is a different set of requirement for we artists…. but oy.

There is a landslide of project work needing attention. It is that time of the year. Right? End of budgets, end of time to get the promised work done to make the hoped for bonuses. We are the bonus making machine. Time to dive deep…and see what we can do to move things ahead.

American Illustration (AI AP) Show and Spectrum has just sent out a notice as a call for entries. I guess I didn’t get anything into the Society of Illustrators (NY) this year. Still waiting for Society of Illustrators (LA), and Creative Quarterly. I am hopeful…but you never know what hits. I have been beyond blessed in projects and promotion this year, so I should reflect on all the wonders from 2011. I have been so lucky. The shows do not drive me to draw, but the pleasure does. If I can get recognition for moving my pen, so be it. If not, it shouldnt slow my in the least bit.

New week on the horizon

scherenschnitte1. Q. Cassetti, pen and ink, 2011Old week coming to a close. Since we spoke last, I have cooked up a storm, visited with people, shopped in Corning and in Waterloo, searched for shoes, and tried to sleep in between. We have had visitors from both sides of the family and lots of wonderful time with our dear girl and darling boy.

So the cooking started late Wednesday afternoon in prep for Kitty’s arrival. It was dinner and a few little things. She arrived around ten at the bus station—so Rob and I went to get her. She came home and ate a phenomenal amount of food…talking and chatting, laughing and opinionizing. Delightful. But it got late and we all had to put our heads down. Alex had friends over, so they listened to music and watched movies (which they always do).

Thursday, it was up and early. We had a dinner to put on the table, “wheels up” by 4. Everything was defrosted. The brined breasts washed, the salad compiled, the maple walnut layer cake iced and decorated. Table was set. Placecards made and placed. All went without a hitch. New refinements to this year’s even were: 1) preheat the premade gravy in advance. Use the hand/emersion blender to froth up before serving. You can add a bit more parsley at that time to freshen things up; 2) Second type of cranberry. I make the raw orange/cranberry/bit of sugar in the food processer so its chunky kind. This year I mulled some cider (about 3 c. cider, 1 seeded orange cut in  half (put 4 cloves in each half (skin side), squeeze the juice into the cider, 2 cinnamon sticks…and boil.) then, I put 2 bags of fresh cranberries into the cider (you can sweeten/ I didnt) and let them pop… What with the pectin in the fruit, it makes a lovely change and alternative to the raw stuff); and 3) prior to the early gravy making with the early stock making (turkey legs and wings from t he cheap parts section of the turkey aisle at the store)—make a TON as you do use it). Stock is key to Thanksgiving. I should have put a number at each placesetting to force people to change partners at dessert…and need to remember this for the next festa. Only downside to the party was that a family member was out of line with his behavior which soured the event for me. Better planning in the future to manage this behavior is needed. Nice thing is that this misbehavior is consistent. It was silly me to expect better. Next time.

I fully engaged the boneyard moments after the Thanksgiving festivities were winding down. The full carcass of the 19 lb. organic, natural, loved turkey, and Mr. Purdue’s fresh natural breast were boiled away after roasting to yield me three enormous containers of stock for the next Turkey fest after the 25th of December. Plans are in place to have a family party of kids and their friends for more of the same…We will see.

Eddys and Cassettis, November 25, 2011Friday, my brother Tom, his wife, Jenny and three wonderful kids came to visit on the way home to Boston. It was great to see them, albeit a bit short as we were just beginning to get warmed up.  They arrived in an enormous truck, something Hagrid from Harry Potter might have driven, the “Raptor” with my nephew who has grown to way over 6’ tall and the girls lovely and chatty. I loved seeing them. What a treat. So we had pizza and gabbed and laughed. I said wicked things to prompt them to join in, but they were so well bred, they snickered but didnt take the bait the way team Cassetti always does. The day was gorgeous…vernal with green grass, bright orange sunlight and a blue sky. It was November in SoCal, not Central New York. But we will take these blessings as they come…hoarding them as jewels. Rob and I did a quick strategic strike at the Black Friday Corning Museum of Glass sale. It was remarkable by 3 p.m. how much merchandise had been cleared out of the museum and the big auditorium with the big ticket items. I bought some drinking glasses, some glass jewelry and a few presents to add to mypile….for a great price. The big things they had were a huge selection of Waterford drinking glasses, example of Iittala Toikka Birdstumblers, wine and water glasses, a huge selection of Riedel glasses, and a huge selection of the Iittala Toikka Birds at very good prices. Everything was 20% off across the board with deeper savings throughout the boutiques. It was amazing…and hopefully it will all bode well for the Museum of Glass financially. High class stuff for good prices is hard to beat and next weekend is the fabulous Studio Sale which I recommend anyone in the area to make a visit for. Well worth the trip. We will not be here, so listen…and you will hear my teeth gnashing from down south! Go and hit the dollar table…the interesting experimental drinking glasses will make your morning orange juice something to celebrate or at least, notice. Latticino spun plates and bowls, some lovely cast glass….and so on. Too fun. All one offs.

We bought new dancing shoes for Kitty and a plaid shirt for Alex at TJMaxx to their delight. Kitty was giddy with her new shoes…for contradancing and the costume shop (her new reference points). Alex, as usual, was “hitting it” and working on the new look for Fall Winter Alexstyle. We are going to take some pix for fun and put in an application for Ford Models for  A. He wants to do it, and I can take the shots…why not? The worst thing would be that nothing would happen. No change from today, right? And in the tradition of our house, you should try and try and try. You never know.

Today, we went to the Waterloo outlets to get pants for Rob. This week is Art Basel Miami and Design Miami. Rob will be speaking at Musecon on Tuesday and doing some business/ meetings this week until  A. and I show up on Thursday and Friday to take in some art and happenings. So we needed to get some things so that Rob could look like the grown up he is. Costuming is complete. Now for the packing for him (Florida and Manhattan, from swimwear to formal wear…sounds almost Miss America-sh). He has lots of work in front of him, but if things happen postively, 2012 will be far more interesting (and diverse/complicated).

The sky is paynes gray grading to cream to light pink to paynes grey again. We have had some spectacular sunrises and sunsets in the past few SoCal days. It would be great for things to quiet down a bit so I can put some ink down and then settle in for an hour or so of Catherine the Great: Portrait of a Woman by Robert Massie (who I have loved from his other biographies, particularly that of Nicholas and Alexandra). But just time with my pens would be lovely.

I hope you gave thanks with friends and family…surrounded by the people that get you revved up and going. I love this holiday of gratitude. We should have more of them. The count the blessings holidays. I am thankful we just have the one we have…but a monthly one would be great too. There will be lots to talk about in the next week. Stay tuned!

Rosemary, Lemon, Garlic

Wycinanki wrapping paper from The Polish American Cultural CenterOne day and counting. I got the feast out of the freezer and its all thawing. I made a pumpkin pie last night so its ready to go. I just made up a rosemary, lemon and garlic brine (its cooling) that I am going to soak my two little turkeys in. I have the big turkey from Good Life that I am going to just plain roast…so we will have a choice. Tonight is the great potato making along with pumpkin bread and chopping all the salad makings (outside of the greens). Maybe some puff pastry/pesto coils? I should thaw some stock to make our little Kitty some soup when she gets home.

Kitty is on the bus! Yay. We will have all the children here to my delight!

Look at this happiness. Wycinanki (Polish papercutting). Inspired, happy, and love the wild color selections. Certainly not as morose and serious as Scherenschnitte, but inspired by the same countryside, Drzewko Kurpiowskie rural life, animals. Instead of our Swiss cutters who were postmen or in other postitions, wycinanki comes from sheepherders who originally started cutting designs out of bark and leather. But as paper became more available, then that became the medium. Madalyn Joyce in her online article “Wycinanki: The A.B.C.s of Polish Papercutting” gets into this polish style cutting, a bit of history and good links. Instead of happy cows with swiss cowbells traversing the countryside, the polish art embraces the chicken/ rooster in their cut work. A couple of current artists I keep finding are  Drzewo Kurpiowskie and  Leluja Myszyniecka. Kurpiowskie’s simple papercuts remind me of the happy, folk inspired work by Alexander Girard—and the graphic scenes, patterns and frames he created. I need to keep looking and soaking this in. I have been moving some ink around on paper and if something emerges, it will be popped up here for you to see.

Gotta go.

 


 

colored cuts

Christian Schizgebel paper cutOvercast and grey. Cool to cold here. I wish my happy world would be as picturesque as Christian Schwizgebel’s happy horses and a chestnut tree. Look at the cute little scallop treatment at t he bottom and the way he lightens up the heavy black ground with the little lifts in white with grass to open up the blackness. I think Schwizgebel is so lyrical— his sense of design and weighted black and white is quite remarkable and fluid— that I would like to learn from this master of line and form. So graphic and graceful. Shall I just stay in black and white? or should I lay color into it like the Home Sweet Home project?

Shellysdavies.com on her ShelleyBean blog talks about Wycinanki, polish paper cutting by highlighting the illustrator, Malgorzata Belkiewicz’s beautiful paper work. I love her lovely Folk Trees. Inspired. I should give a try to this too! Her dolls look like something that have come off my vector pen.

For more Wycinanki, here is a cool starting place>>

Weselny orszakWymiary / Dimension: 50 x 25cmMateriał / Material: kolorowe papiery / colour paperwycinanka KODRA - scena rodzajowa: Weselny orszak / paper cut-out KODRA - the scene from everyday life

I had the extreme pleasure of picking up our turkey at Good Life Farm meeting Melissa Madden an inspired and energetic woman who along with her partner, farm responsibly using horsepower—pretty much everything hands on. They have coordinated their CSA with the gap between Sweetland’s end of the winter share and the start of the summer share…So, they have a spring share of peas and asparagus, radishes and greens. I cannot wait. Good Life is just around the corner from Sheldrake with long lake views, neat fields and little greenhouses all around.  Their partner had the most wonderful 7 mo. old wolfhound. I could go for one of those enormous dogs…she was as sweet as candy.

Its going to be a good Thanksgiving.

Snip snip

Papercutting, Christian Schwitzgebel (1914-1993), SwitzerlandBack from Brattleboro and Northampton. We went to Landmark College spending the night in adorable Brattleboro and having dinner at a very chic pizza place “Fireworks”. It was perfect and all of our spirits lifted with the hope that maybe we would be pleased with Landmark. We went to an open house on Saturday to get the lay of the land, feel out the  types of students there and see if this is/was an option. Yes, it is an option but probably not our first choice given the feeling of the program relative to Alex. But, I am going to call and get some clarification on my thinking and really better understand what the options are  for someone with language based issues as it is a small population compared to the larger percentage of ADHD students that Landmark admits. I am thinking that we will need this sort of organized help to move Alex to the point that he can keep up with reading and learning at the college level.  I want him to have the tools to succeed…and need to come up with a few options to really analyze what is best for him. I am not optimistic about what the school here can offer in the next six months.

We visited the amazing Brattleboro Food Co-op which was hands down, the best coop I have ever visited with it all organic and or natural with a wealth of things to choose from and not so crunchy and groovy that it didn’t have a reality to it. The Food Co-op is as sensible and organized as any great grocery would be with prepared food, beautiful meats (affordable) and produce for everyone. Gorgeous (my italian grandmother (even though I do not have an italian grandmother) is channelling). We went to the great outdoor store (equally as remarkable and bought socks and scarves for Alex (his gumdrop for being a good boy) and then down to visit Kitty in Northampton.

It was great to see our girl. She is in fine feather—filled with stories and opinions on her new world at the costume shop which she adores and is finding herself camped out in. She is involving herself in all aspects of costuming and costume development and is poking into new projects for next semester along with taking a costume class at Smith (which she was anxious to be a part of). She is bubbly, talky and a bit tired but sparkling like the gem she is…and we are so proud of. We will see her on Wednesday.

Johann Jakob Hauswirth, paperDuring the little bit of downtime in the hotel room while Rob slept and Alex made mashups, I got rebitten by Scherenschitte, swiss papercutting. I found a wonderful fabric source that had the work of three remarkable swiss artists, Louis Saugy(1871-1953), Christian Schwizgeben(1914-1993) and Johann Jakob Hauswirth (1809-1871) . And so I googled away. I am struck by how much there is to learn between the three of these fine artists from the way they subdivide their page, the use of black, the use of tiger toothing (my phrase) and how much the work is prime for vectors. There are aspects that morph from artist to artist from technique and style to the actual iconography they use—I  plan to develop my own pseudo swiss illustrations to mimic to learn what they are doing. My hands down favorite is above. Wow. The floral frame is as right and embracing as the story inside. And the use of the central celebration of the flower basket in an almost heraldic way is such a kick. Deer and cattle. Houses and flowers (psycho flowers like I do), birds and squirrels, trees upon trees, rabbits and people, farmers and floral arrangements—all together regardless of scale, of story or of anything but black and white boldness.

Katie Rose Barnes from Manchester UK, a student of interactive arts wrote some wonderful short blog entries at her blog “Drawing a Blank, Art & That” on these fellows that I will link to as her writing and storytelling is lyrical and lovely. Thank you Katie. On Johann-Jakob Hauswirth, Louis- David Saugy.

I am loving this.

hmmm.

on the road, Q. Cassetti, 2010Business as usual. Had an interesting meeting this morning that tamped down my rage a bit, I guess because I feel like this is a shared emotion. Coulda, shoulda, woulda. At least these are all steps forward…a bit off schedule, but forward.

We are on the road tomorrow afternoon and back by Sunday. We are looking at colleges and then back to the rush to Thanksgiving. I wish I had more time this weekend to cook and prepare. Maybe something tonight. However, the boxing and finalizing Xmas is happening too. So all the holidays are in a jumble that I am going to need to sort out. Jumble. Thats me.

There is a lot going on that I really feel I cannot talk to you about. Rest assured, it is all going into a state of discovery and positive change and my current frown is beginning to turn upsidedown. I just wish we didnt need to go through so much, but as with everything—energy and effort in yields more often, positive energy and effort out. To that, someone the other day was talking about the fact that energy never dies…it just takes another form  Its a big idea (from Einstein) that I am sure all of you math/science folks can recite and delve deeply into—but for me its a big idea as so much in life is about that. That aspects of your life, your activity, your essence spins and spins until it morphs and then it becomes something else and then the progression from one idea and activity to the next almost is seamless. Is this the promise of our lives? of our afterlives? Of our vital force/ our energy? Is this the promise of reincarnation through energy never dying…but changing?

Onward for more.

Nuts

And it continues. This amazing display of total brazen declarations from Jerry Sandusky, pedophile, keeps me on point with this unveiling story that progresses with more detail, more euphanisms (“horseplay”, “towel snapping”) to depict this sick, sick man who was defended and supported by Penn State with the institutional head in the sand. Sandusky presents himself as a man underfire who, like JoePa, thinks he can control the situation through the information he lets out. Unfortunately, his interview with Bob Costas, instead of clearing things up, presented an odd and very creepy person who is sadly licking his wounds, in flat and monochromatic tones, waiting for his lawyer to clear a few things up so he can go about his life. What about all these victims coming forth? Sandusky is setting himself up to control his image of a wholesome coach who loves kids, hugs them, “touches their legs” with the only harm  being an innocent “shower with the kids”—his only remorse being that action. Talk about a narcissistic demonstration—Too odd and scary.

Have been madly getting design stuff out the door. The pre-holiday craziness has happened already with lots of mounting due dates (all loaded…more than one project at a time) all staged post Thanksgiving to all the way to Christmas’ doorstep. I knew it…but this is wilder than expected. So, I am getting a brochure and two poster reskinning out today. I am doing something with my Poe illustration from Syracuse (prompting me to do a few more famous people) for Ithaca College’s summer programs (a brochure) which will be nice to have in play. Its a short week, as you know with our trip to Putney—so I need to really focus.

Putney then Northampton/Amherst to see the girl! I am looking forward to getting away from my desk. I wish I was feeling a bit more inspired. Maybe the up and coming advent calendar will help?

Polyglot

Rejected valentine.Sorry I have gone radio silent. Its just been a bit busy. Friday was Ithaca College and then work. Ithaca College was fascinating…a great school, spectacular facilities and heads down, focused students. Impressive. Really impressive but maybe not the right program for our student. It definitely feels like a place that is great if you know the road you want to be on, you have the map and all you need is the gas and vehicle to get from here to there. We are more in the questing mode here. We are looking for passion and at many directions. To my thinking as a former targeted missile, this is a fine thing to do. It was cool to see the “other” school in Ithaca—with clever architects and siting such that every building and walkway opened to gorgeous high views of Cayuga Lake making me feel that we were definitely somewhere different than the Ithaca we know. The music facilities are the most superior we have had seen— with state of the art practice rooms, choral spaces, tidy lockers, engaging performance spaces. Their admissions building is a new, welcoming space which marries a welcoming professionalism with an environmental conciousness  that really communicates the spirit of the school. If you have a student interested in the arts, music, communications (The Park School)—in particular, who is a focused student, consider Ithaca College. Yes, its in our backyard, but is an outstanding program, a smaller more intimate experience, and clearly top rate.

Alex has Friday off for Superintendent’s Day. We are going to travel to Putney, Vermont to go see Landmark College. Landmark is a program you can do as a summer session, a semester, a year or two. It is an accredited program that is focused on teaching with learning disabililties (specifically ADHS, ASD and dyslexia) students to use assistive tools and techniques for reading and writing. They help place students in jobs and in other colleges  after this experience. This is an option that we need to see regardless of how we chose to engage. There are amazing tools out there…(Kurzweill 3000 and Dragon for examples) that if they were to become automatic for our student, it could make learning more fluid, easier and maybe fun (!). I will keep you posted.

Speaking of technology, I wish the Wacom Inkling would please come out…They promised it in September…

I am transfixed by the tragedy and drama that keeps leaking out of the Penn State Football program. Absolutely tragic, operatic, more disgusting and detailed than any novelist could embellish. The giants have fallen…and more to come. It was great hanging out with Rob’s barber, Ed Pesco and Brian, to hear their insight and impressions of this news (they are huge football fans)—with their research (they access football forums on various teams), the gossip that is floating out there and the hints at how huge this thing is. It confounds me that Jerry Sandusky, a pedophile, is out on bail without having to post a penny of his own money—without a cuff or anklet to track him. This man who “horses around” in the shower lives across the street from an elementary school and is residing there while his lawyer constructs an arguement to explain how this Sandusky is innocent. It was appalling arrogance and hubris to see that “Joe Pa”, Joe Paterno thought that he was more superior to the board of directors of the University to determine when he was going to retire. Thank goodness the Board got off their duffs to fire that old man and the university president along with him. Paterno thinking he could control his future in this…despite his essentially ignoring this obscene behavior under his leadership—approval by sheer neglect. I agree with Ed and Brian that they should clean house within this organization and even, if necesssary, shut football down for 5 years to focus on healing the University (and to my thinking, shift priorities to that of education and community)

Finally, it takes this level of foul play to have the national press focus on college football so we can really ask ourselves if this is where our educational dollars should be spent (to drive alumni donations)—This huge national college football phenomenon was bigger than the travesty that was being manifested in the locker room by a coach during his tenure and his retirement. The silence throughout the organization up to the top of the University to coverup and damp down these activities despite the distruction and abuse of these disadvantaged children for the sake of the university image as reflected in the football program. Why shouldnt a university be recognized, funded and rewarded for it’s change in the world of ideas, theories, discoveries, developments versus brawny, kobe-beef boys who can catch a ball? What does that say about us as a culture, a community, a people?

Mark Madden predicted this story in April 2011 in the Beaver County Times>> Lets see if his predictions are as true as the ones that have come out recently.

The weekend was prep for Thanksgiving. I made more cranberries, baked the layers for a Maple Walnut layer cake (from the current MSteward Food magazine), made stock and prepped all sorts of vegetables from the CSA. This week is more baking and planning Thanksgiving week’s pregame prep with veggies and potatoes. Our guest list is slimming down from 22 to 17 now. Bit easier (at least from the flatware standpoint)— Like a little Thanksgiving squirrel, I have the beginnings of our feast frozen and ready to go. By the day, it will be a glorious thing.

dark out-- where did the day go?

from D’r Luschdig Zipiti und Sini Schbezel by Paul Hosch and Hans Melching, 1915I am working on my valentine for next year. I had a bunch of ideas, but after looking at this remarkable online vendor (4colorprint.com) that can provide affordable pearl, heavyweight board and foil stamping— My heart is leaping—and feel there is a cool postcard in the works. Chunky, shiny, sparkly.And now, this will inspire me on. Its fun to have production methods act as a prod to move. And, combined with that, a new resource! Yeah!

The lovely illustration to the left is from a chldren’s book by Paul Hosch and Hans Melching, D’r Luschdig Zipiti und Sini SchbezelD’r Luschdig Zipiti und Sini Schbezel cited by the inspiring blog, 50 Watts (formerly A Journey Around My Skull). This book is scanned and complete on the Boston Museum of Fine Arts site>> Here>> I love the patterned borders, the black and white decorative shape fillers and the sheer graphic quality that this book presents. I am inspired to move further with the decorative aspects shown (I mean,look at these glorious flowers combined with the bunny and bird in the inset image). The MFA Teacher site has a whole series of interesting sketch and art books that show a great series/sequence of images designed to flow and go.

I have to go to make dinner as its dark, dark out—and I havent had much jag off time today.

Lovely Fall Back

Here I am at the ultimate chic Maguire VW to have my car get a check up and lo and behold, there is this lovely computer room, free snacks, teevee, nice chairs, windows and not a cigarette butt in site. How remarkable. I am so impressed, I want to have my car serviced weekly. Maguire really is impressive.  No greasy vinyl chairs tucked between the humming soda machine and a stand ash tray with the battering ram sounds coming from the garage and the endless chat of the owner of the shop on the phone. Now its the car spa…blonde wood, free iced cream and teevee. Glorious.  And the folks are really really nice too. And, with the time I thought I would be dawdling, I can dawdle a bit with you.

I seem to be able to get through my lists these days—taking on more new stuff and being able to get through it without having to do nine or ten iterations on something really simple (like a two color mouse pad that was the recent project of note). We are getting the lineup of a lot of people who want to make their year-end bonuses by finally figuring out they need to get things done that they hadn’t thought about until now, and they need them figured out, designed and produced by December 1 so as to print and distribute by January 1. Screamers. And many of these folks are not our focus customers, so its a bit disconcerting as I really want to say no to quite a few of them as I do not want to have to work Thanksgiving and the day after on someone else’s lack of planning. Urg. Enough of my complaining.

Alex posted some music to the web yesterday—mashups that he created with some audio scrap and work of a rapper online. He is smiling and happy as he is getting some great response (including the rapper who saw a post on YouTube—and was psyched by the work). I need to get Reason, a software package for him for the holiday (along with their software that really allows you to untangle the layers of sound and pluck out snippets to work with. It is great to see him delight and have motivation around something he is getting recognition for. He is talking about how easy these mashups are and how he is done with it. So, both Rob and I are pushing for a body of work so he has an hour of original work to play with the incentive being an exclusive DJAQ (his DJ name) party/event. There is some interest in that…and if its so easy, 75 new mashups should be in the works. If John Thompson told me I would not be an illustrator until I did 500 illustrations, I would say the same around audio mashups. Then we can move on…But recognition for his work and the sheer joy in having others enjoy our work is something I want him to have more of. We all can relate to that (particularly those of us who blog and post our work). I hope there is more of this in the future.

I must admit, I love fall back as much as spring forward. I love the velvety darkness in the evening and being in our snuggly house with the woodstove fired up in the evening with tea and company. It is such marvelous sleeping weather, I am feeling much sunnier and revv’d up. Now, the sixty degree weather and chrome yellow leaves on the trees cannot hurt things either. But we have had a glorious fall—perfection—that to have it extend a bit further into November is something I do not take for granted.

Rob is working late tonight. Leah, Alex and I are going to pick up our two pig shares (1/2 pig each) to our delight. I think there might be some bacon for dinner. Yes!

And then more mailing list correction, amendments and changes.

Sunday

The XC dinner was pleasant. Nice to see the students and parents all mixing it up. Nice slide show with tunes from the eighties...which showed our kids from 8th grade on. Seeing little skinny Alex and the big robust boy I have in such a short time is quite alarming. We promptly took Alex and a crew up to Barton Hall at Cornell for a concert with Passion Pit (?). It was a good time (or so our boy said). It is a beautiful sunny day in the sixties today (which makes the snow on the east coast even more hard to imagine).

I washed la stinkerina this a.m. post my shower...but not fully clothed and functioning. She wasn't real happy--but got herself into the tub of dishsoap spritzed water and nervously shook. I talked and cajoled her to calm down, which she finally did. After a rinse and another handful of soap, squeegy-ing her long hair, towel drying and then using a hair drier on her...she was fine and awarded with a fried egg as a treat. Guess what? She still stinks. Wow. Two years of smell.

Our half pig portion will be ready to pick up at Treegate Farm on Tuesday. How wonderful. It almost make the freezer melt down a happier thing. Almost.

I have been thinking about the masks and the sociological stories they could tell. Maybe some teeshirts will come out of the mix. Like a white girl-blonde hair mask with a quote about womenhood or just the word "princess". The masks for females are so disturbing in their view of what women represented at the time, what women could do and contribute. There were no housewife masks. There were not PTA president masks. There were no bridge club member masks nor masks of church ladies. It was vamps and not too many tramps (unless movie stars qualified as tramps). It was good professions (nurses and superheros) but no female pirates. Witches and some bitches. But not heroic or anything noble for women like the boy costumes. Unless of course, you want to be a cute kitten or a cartoon bunny. Now, its trying to think about how to work my own hand into these mask ideas.

Fall back. Bring on the darkness.