I tried to join a new(ish) Yahoo group for bookbinding and art journaling, and I was denied. Denied, I say! I think that’s kind of funny. It’s not like I need another group’s worth of mail to slog through or anything, but I got irritated with the idiocy at AJ2 and didn’t migrate to the new group when it morphed. I figured that replacing it with another visual journaling type group might not be a bad idea, but I guess maybe it was!
Author: Shelly
The Heretics
The Heretics
When discovered among themselves —
Grudgingly respected,
Arrogant upstarts who threatened
the message,
Engaged in conversation with
such dissident seekers
With deeper insights
derived from deeper mysteries —
For the first time
The heretics speak to us
in their own words.
I started a new project last night: another altered book. While flipping through it, trying to decide how to get started (aieee!), a couple of phrases jumped out at me. I got out a pencil and blocked out a few words. And then a few more. And a few more.
The Birds
On my way home, while stopped at a red light, I looked up and saw this flock of birds perched on the power lines running across the street.
And not a cloud in the sky!
Saskatchewan Beef
There are few things that gross me out more than the sound of fingernail clippers. I have two coworkers who clip their nails at work. Why? That strikes me as the sort of personal grooming that ought to be done at home. Aieee!
Also, it smells like chow mein. I mentioned it, and another coworker said it must be her–and I am not making this up–Saskatchewan beef. I said, “Your what?!” And then I realized she must’ve meant Szechuan beef.
Kill me now.
Wet Paint in Landry Area Thanks
I did a couple of loads of laundry when I got home from work. This sign was taped to the wall in the stairwell leading to the basement. I think it’s a little odd. First of all, I’m sure they don’t mean to thank us for the wet paint. I also wonder what they want us to do about the wet paint. I mean, is there an invisible “Beware” or “Caution”?
And where, exactly, is the wet paint? I assumed it was on the walls, because that’s where the sign was located. However, about halfway across the floor, I realized I was wrong. Thankfully, the floor was completely dry. Surely, when painting a floor, one would block access to the room with the ubiquitous orange cones or some sort of barrier? Wouldn’t one? One would not, I think, place a sign on a wall. And one would definitely not place a sign on a wall in a stairwell that is a half flight of steps away, and around the corner from, the painted floor. Surely?!
And Two More!
The USGS site and the real time sites aren’t showing anything, at least not yet, but several of us felt the tremors. Four of them, altogether. I think being on an upper floor of a building that’s resting on bedrock may magnify them. I also noticed that having my feet flat on the floor made the shaking sensation more pronounced.
Quake!
I think we just had two small tremors. Aieee!
8 Dozen Cookies Later…
I was suddenly possessed by the baking urge, so I spent the evening making 8 dozen chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. They are Teh Yum. Now, to decide whether I’m going to take them to work tomorrow, as a general holiday treat, or to wait until Wednesday, and take them for a coworker’s retirement party.
Decisions, decisions.
I think I’ll go ahead and take them tomorrow, because the baking urge, once it hits, tends to stick around for awhile. I can make something else tomorrow night for Wednesday, right?
Frozen Pond
Window
I’ve taken photos of this window before. The frost on the glass was beautiful.
