tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40134063308715033662024-03-12T22:50:13.736-04:00I Make ThingsVanity! Who cares what I'm doing? I'm just putting it out there because you never know. Mostly I make things. Sometimes it's only a salad.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.comBlogger724125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-43846370043189024352015-12-26T17:07:00.001-05:002015-12-29T17:23:46.260-05:00Holiday Health Shake<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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There's eggnog in there. With bourbon, rum and cognac. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-77793773264012392322015-12-10T19:31:00.000-05:002015-12-10T19:33:07.454-05:00Sorry! Sorry!Blog? What blog? I don't have a blog! Oh wait a second... Well would you look at that! Huh! What do you know?<br />
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I might just skip everything that happened in the last seven months because at the moment I can't remember much of it. I went to the beach a few times, I went on tour with the <a href="http://www.weisstronauts.com/" target="_blank">Weisstronauts</a> a few times (that was really fun) got a temp job at the <a href="http://listart.mit.edu/" target="_blank">List Visual Arts Center</a> at MIT (great place to work and lovely people) Those are the highlights.<br />
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That's good for now. In trying to jog my memory I spotted the <a href="http://melzeppelin.blogspot.com/2015/02/my-first-half.html" target="_blank">breakfast</a> I had on February 21 and it looks pretty tasty - which reminds me I'm in the middle of making my dinner. I'm kind of a bubble-headed idiot today. So, uh, I think I'll go cook myself some protein and hope my brain kicks in soon.<br />
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I can't drink coffee anymore. No caffeine for me. There are a lot of things I can no longer consume at this time. I'm perimenopausal. If you haven't heard, and I hadn't, perimenopause can cause a gal's hormones to run amok and make her an insane, discombobulated, miserable wretch. And damn, it can sneak up on you too. You don't realize you've lost it until, from out of nowhere, you get a blessed flash of clarity and you find yourself in the middle of a swamp with no solid ground in sight. </div>
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I didn't think it was my hormones. I mean, the last five years have been very tumultuous and involved a great deal of change and loss. I just thought it was my crappy life that was getting me down. Only I don't really have a crappy life at all. Trauma and profound loss don't have to ruin every aspect of your life. I've taken some blows but my life is far from crappy overall. That lack of perspective is an example of how I'd slipped off the rails. It starts with legitimate trauma and then before you know it you're careening down a dark and bumpy road, unable to see the exit ramps. </div>
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Based on what I read in the book, I determined that I had high cortisol. I ended up having to give up both caffeine <i>and</i> booze. I was so desperate I couldn't wait to give them up. I dove right in. It's been five months now and it's been so worth it. Sanity is worth whatever I have to do to keep it. I'm also taking fish oil and a number of vitamins to support my healthy temperament. It's been an adjustment but, again, so worth it. </div>
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However, decaf sux. Over the years I'd come to rely on a comforting warm beverage first thing in the morning. The caffeine buzz was delicious as well but I understand I have to let that go. I feel a bit sad about letting go of the warm comfort though. There have been days I've sipped warm water from my mug. I'm picky about flavor. I feel that if something doesn't taste good, why put it in your mouth? Green tea wasn't cutting it. Herbal tea neither. I actually like echinacea tea but I don't think one should drink that every day. Mostly I've gone with decaf, attempting to view it as not coffee but a drink in its own right. It's not a very good drink in its own right. Those are the breaks. Oh well. </div>
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Things are not perfect. (I haven't set up my summer planters yet. There's an old, greasy pie box shoved in the deck railing. How am I going to attract a following for my blog if I don't have beautiful photos of how I'm doing everything right?) Decaf is unrewarding. I can't "party" like I used to. But I have a nice life. </div>
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I have planted two roses (with another on deck, waiting to be planted) three hellebores, two clematis vines and eleven Lilies of the Valley (it would have been 12 but one rotted in the mail 😕 frowny-face emoji) One of the two hydrangea plants I put in in the fall didn't make it. There is, as yet, no sign of the black Parrot Tulips I put in either. They are late season bloomers and I've never tried them before so I don't know what to expect.<br />
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It was a cool morning, in the fifties. I believe my group started about forty-five minutes after the first group did. There was a pre-race entertainment crew performing near the first corral, corral A, whose schtick was broadcast to us all over jumbotrons. When my corral arrived at the starting line the MCs made us sing the first stanza of "Don't Stop Believin'" before we could go. Though I hate Journey I didn't mind. It was fun and I was excited. <div>
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Time to eat something and get cracking on éclairs and haul them and my butt down to the gallery and set up and then stand there on the concrete floor for seven hours because if I sit my whole body will seize up from the physical wringer I've been putting it through. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-3590636695161312162014-09-17T23:54:00.000-04:002014-09-17T23:57:09.147-04:00Super-bakeySouth End Open Studios is this weekend. I will be participating. I had planned to go down to our space on Monday and hang some kind of sculpture thing that I was going to make then and there. Instead I decided that the only honest thing to do would be to make meringues and chocolate éclairs and give them to people who come to our gallery.<br />
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I was partially inspired to do this by the random stuff being discussed on Facebook right now. I won't spell those things out as no doubt equally random things are being discussed on Facebook as you read this (unless no one Facebooks anymore and everyone's moved on to the next thing by the time you read this.) I was partially inspired by this guy, Tee Major. How did I get from a guy displaying his EXTREME fitness skills to making meringues and chocolate éclairs? Hmmm...<br />
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Long story short, nothing makes sense. The wonders of the world. All the bizarre and random things that happen every day, all the time. When nothing makes sense you can only do what makes the most sense to you. For Tee Major it makes TONS of sense to work out for thousands of hours so he can support his body weight on the tips of his fingers and do pushups during which he spins around in midair. I would say the vast majority of humans on this planet would have no need to use those skills but Tee Major WENT FOR IT. Dedication, determination, drive, practice, focus for hours and hours and hours. He can do Superman Push Ups. It's amazing. That makes sense to him and I respect and admire that.</div>
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Éclair pastry turns out to be pretty easy to make. You use a saucepan, a mixing bowl, and a wooden spoon. The batter is made of butter, water, sugar, salt, a little flour, and four beaten eggs. you heat the first four ingredients in the pan until the butter melts. You dump the flour in all at once and stir over the heat until the batter clumps into a dough and begins to leave a film on the bottom of the pan. Then you dump the dough into the mixing bowl and stir it to cool it for a minute or two. Then you add the beaten eggs in four parts, stirring well with your wooden spoon after each part. Bang - you got éclair dough. So simple no wonder I was surprised it worked. You can also make cream puffs and cheese poufs called "gougères" with this same dough. And believe me I will. Easy and like magic therefore fun.<br />
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Now the meringues. I used to make meringues all the time when I was a kid. Once our housekeeper, Sarah (who saved my life so many times in so many ways) showed me how to do it I never had a problem. Until this Monday (of course the last time I tried was possibly 38 years ago) Four disastrous batches before I got a passable one. Then these happened:<br />
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These look horrible but they taste good. I used a recipe that suggested heating the sugar in the oven before you mix it into the egg whites to help it dissolve more quickly. I might try that again sometime.<br />
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<br />The best way to have the sugar dissolve nicely is to use superfine sugar. I couldn't find any at the three markets I looked in so I tried making my own. It seemed to work. I never used superfine sugar when I was a kit though. Just normal eggs, normal sugar, and a normal handheld mixer.</div>
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Finally I did everything as super-right as I could. I separated my own whites (which I don't like to do because then you have yolks you have to do something with) let them come to room temperature, wiped down everything that was going to come in contact with the whites with white vinegar to eliminate any possible trace of grease (grease prevents the whites from whipping up) added cream of tartar, used brand new sugar out of a fresh box rather than the sugar I store my vanilla beans in (just in case there's vanilla bean oil?) and it worked perfectly. I don't remember having to be so fussy when I was a kid.<br />
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I cannot tell you how exhilarating it was when the super-stiff egg and sugar batter started fighting me back! A delightful, white, fluffy monster! Trying to wrest the beater from my hands and to fling itself out of the bowl and all over the kitchen! So exciting! Maybe one day I'll figure out a way to just bake it all whipped in the bowl. Look how gorgeous that is!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-62123338655003986142014-08-28T10:58:00.001-04:002014-08-28T11:05:22.039-04:00Neighborhood AdventureI had an adventure today with a housecoat-wearing little old Portuguese lady. Well, she wasn't <i>that</i> old. Sixty-something, maybe.<br />
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I left the apartment on my morning pre-run, warm-up walk. As I neared the park on the corner of our street I saw a little lady in a housecoat coming in my direction. She was looking into the park with concern. The park, or maybe I should call it a "park," is one of those horrible parks they made in the seventies that is 95% paved and the only ones who go there to "relax and enjoy" it are pigeons and winos.<br />
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I followed the woman's glance and saw that there was another woman sitting slumped over on one of the benches. She was sitting, bent over at the waist so her face was below her knees. She was either sleeping off something incredibly powerful or she was recently deceased. Her face wasn't purple though - a good sign.<br />
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Housecoat lady and I conferred. If the woman was sleeping we didn't want to bother her but if she needed medical attention then she should get it. We remembered that the hospital was just around the corner and we could go there and tell someone rather than calling 911. So we set off together for the hospital. I could have done it myself but she came along too.<br />
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It's a short walk but there was time to make conversation. I found out that the lady was on her way to the pharmacy. I asked her if she was enjoying her summer. She said "I don't like summer very much. It's too hot. I don't like to be hot." Her answer delighted me. I said, "me too! I HATE being hot! This has been a very nice summer but still too hot for me." A kindred spirit! We agreed we preferred fall.<br />
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We got to the hospital and told the officers at the Public Safety window about the slumped-over woman in the park. They looked at us as if to say "why did you have to go and tell us this?" but they said they'd take care of it. The lady and I left, not knowing if we'd actually helped anyone or not.<br />
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Whether or not I did anyone any good, I'm glad I got to meet housecoat lady.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-7972664855102774642014-06-26T11:52:00.001-04:002014-06-26T11:54:00.446-04:00Good Cookie<div>This post was from the end of May. I just found it!</div><div><br></div>That John Gregg knows how to BAKE.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F-OdEYgQq-M/U6xBpsa3IeI/AAAAAAAACKo/oRSt62pFTS8/s640/blogger-image--633530285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F-OdEYgQq-M/U6xBpsa3IeI/AAAAAAAACKo/oRSt62pFTS8/s640/blogger-image--633530285.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-12459910516657993252014-06-26T11:49:00.001-04:002014-06-26T11:51:30.398-04:00That Exciting Thing I MentionedThat thing I mentioned back on February 3? Pete and I are moving into a larger apartment in Inman Square. <div><br></div><div>It's a very nice apartment with a roof deck and a little yard and a guest room. We can have friends over again and we can enjoy the outdoors without having to bring our keys. The space is <i>far</i> more comfortable for two people to live and move around in. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm sitting on the bedroom floor of our old apartment, typing this on my phone. As big an improvement as the new place is going to be, Pete and I are still having mixed feelings about the move. </div><div><br></div><div>This little apartment was a comforting shelter during some of the hardest years of my life. My dad died during the first few months that we lived here. Friends were seriously ill or taking care of their seriously ill spouses, dealing with other difficult family situations, some friends died, Fay died, there were other losses that I won't go into. It has not been easy lately. This little apartment and this neighborhood were a haven while I tried to comprehend all that was happening, while I tried to figure out how to navigate and how to move forward. </div><div><br></div><div>Now I'm clearing it out to leave it. I might have thought I'd come to associate the place with feeling terrible. Maybe on some level I do. I could feel eager to get the recent past even farther behind me. For now I feel grateful to this place that was my refuge. </div><div><br></div><div>The idea of moving to a space where we could entertain friends and enjoy the outdoors was a rare pleasure i<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">n the stream of hard things that happened. It gave Pete and me something happy to talk about after a long stretch of mostly talking about logistics and details to manage. Moving to this new place has given us some fun things to think about, new places to explore, a fun project rather than a sad one. Mostly I'm very happy and excited about it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I'm dragging my feet a bit today though. It's also partly because I'm having a little trouble deciding which stuff to put in which box or bag. I addition I'm quite annoyed with myself for still having a bunch of junk I should have disposed of a long time ago. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Well it's a fresh start now. No time like the present to get rid of that stuff. If there's one thing the last few years have taught me it's that you can't hold on to anything. You've got to let go and move forward. You're moving forward anyway, nothing you can do to stop it, so you might as well stop carrying a bunch of old, heavy stuff you're not using along with you. Ghosts can drag you back too so let them go. Let everything go. It feels so much better. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So now, pep talk accomplished, I'll resolve to put less stuff in those bags and boxes I'm packing up. That ought to help. I don't know how we fit all this stuff into such a small space. </span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-prHQikwP8Dk/U6xBgJLQzKI/AAAAAAAACKg/ao3cesxd8Wg/s640/blogger-image--6547008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-prHQikwP8Dk/U6xBgJLQzKI/AAAAAAAACKg/ao3cesxd8Wg/s640/blogger-image--6547008.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-82838565807892138712014-06-03T11:30:00.001-04:002014-06-03T11:30:15.476-04:00NecessarySunblock. It feels gross and it stains your clothes. Sometimes it smells bad. It needs to be reapplied. It's expensive but most likely it's cheaper than cancer. Definitely cheaper in a lot of ways than cancer. <div><br></div><div>People with adequate amounts of melanin don't understand. Sigh. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-23885987216483712732014-05-09T13:27:00.001-04:002014-05-09T13:29:55.044-04:00A Poem For TodayJe ne peut pas<div>Fill out my bra.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Yes, I know, sheer genius. Thank you.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-2080971288359431572014-05-08T15:04:00.001-04:002014-05-08T18:44:09.106-04:00This Was All Before 8:45 This MorningUhm, I am wearing flip flops and I have coral color painted toenails and I LOVE everything because I went running this morning.<br />
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An almond croissant that my mom brought me.</div>
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Mom also put lilies in my room and they smell great! Thanks, Mom!</div>
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Yesterday I got in the hot tub. No doubt I will again soon. Not only that but I had an entire row to myself on the plane over! How often does that happen?</div>
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Today we will be celebrating Mom's birthday. It's a bit early but today we're celebrating. This means there will be cake. Dang good.</div>
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Blogging today from our empty gallery at the SOWA Art Walk and opening day of the SOWA Sunday Art Market. If you're ever in Boston on a Sunday in the spring through autumn I recommend it as a fun activity. The open air market in the parking lot has fun vendors and good food trucks. The galleries are right there (easy access) and there are lots of interesting artists showing. Go with a curious mind, open to what you find, and you'll have a great time. It's dead in our gallery so far though.</div>
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Twenty-four very small drawings of hearts. Yeah, schmaltzy old unoriginal hearts. Trite. Seen 'em a million times. Never want to see another one. I like this one with bats:<br />
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This piece is austere yet still girly. Weird girly. I am what I am, I make what I make. I didn't have the energy for bright and glittery this time.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-58087417846057177942014-04-27T09:25:00.000-04:002014-04-27T09:25:14.409-04:00Rough WeekI'll just say that I spent all week trying to make art and it felt like I was forcing myself to climb up a cliff using only my teeth.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013406330871503366.post-55639188575537926282014-04-20T12:40:00.001-04:002014-04-20T21:33:18.887-04:00You Have More Going On Than Your FaceThis is going to be a little controversial. Just a little. I'm posting this thought here rather than on Facebook because it's more nuanced than a status update really allows. Plus I'm scared the wrong people will see it and get insulted and that's less likely to happen here. I don't want to insult anyone.<br />
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The thought: it bugs me when people (usually but not always gals) post photos of themselves where they think they look really good. It's asking for approval for the wrong reasons. You're supposed to say "congratulations on being so damn good-looking!" Then what? That's all there is.<br />
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You know what I mean. Not the "Hey I got dressed up for a special occasion and wow, look how surprisingly well I clean up!"kind of thing. Not the "I just won the karate competition! Check out my fearsome biceps!" kind of thing. Not the "look at these wacky rock club bathrooms!" kind of thing. It's the "I am sultry(/cool/hot) - you know you want me, don't you wish you could just gaze at me all day long" thing.<br />
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Now I feel like a jerk because it probably just means they're feeling a little low and need some encouragement. I know I need A LOT of encouragement. I don't know though, your looks are just your looks. They're NOT the most interesting thing about you.<br />
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Some people <i>are</i> bragging. Some people might think it's the only thing they really have going for them. I'm not trying to be judgy. It just makes me feel uncomfortable to see that kind of thing.<br />
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Sure, I picked that photo to the right over there because I thought it was flattering. You do want to pick a nice photo to represent yourself online most of the time. Put your best face forward. That's natural. We all want to feel good about ourselves in as many areas as possible. I should probably just lighten up. But so much emphasis on appearance. I wish it wasn't like that.<br />
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Maybe it's no better to post more substantive examples of one's greatness, like how you dominated the karate competition or how you got an A on your term paper. IN YOUR FACE WITH MY AWESOMENESS! There is a place for pride in one's achievements though.<br />
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I don't want to stop anyone from getting the sense of approval they need. So if you're into flooding your Facebook feed with dreamy photos of yourself you go right on. I will probably refrain from commenting.<br />
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I hope I don't regret posting this.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01673344694354544742noreply@blogger.com0