Esther saved various mementos, many from parties. There are dance cards, a pink mask–a la the Lone Ranger–and several tally cards from games of bridge and bunco.
Author: Shelly
Esther’s Bank Book
There are several bundles of checks, check stubs, and bank statements with cancelled checks among Esther’s letters. There was also a tiny bank book. It looks like the account was opened in 1919 and was used until 1923, which would have spanned the years Esther was in school at Indiana University.
Working
Working
Mending Bone
9 1/4 x 11 3/4 inches
collage (dress pattern, buttons, linen tape, acrylic paint on baby wipe, film strip, gesso, dictionary fragments, and anatomical illustration) on paper bag
Then I Shall Be
9 1/4 x 11 3/4 inches
collage (altered Polaroid, sandpaper, anatomical illustration, dictionary fragment, poplar leaf, brass brads, and wick anchors) with gold and copper leaf, tissue paper, India ink, and acrylic paint on paper bag
Spineless
It’s time to go to the Mission, to look for more old anatomy books to use for collage. I’m plum out of spines!
Crankpantsing, Ahoy!
Since I’m in a cranky-assed mood, I thought I’d complain about other people being jerks. Ha! I think I’ve mentioned a certain bad-tempered, kinda crazy, artsy-craftsy person before, but perhaps not. I know I’ve boggled at her behavior in other venues, and, if you have been involved in just about any artsy-craftsy Yahoo group, you probably have run across her. Maybe you’re even a fan? If so, you have my condolences!
Anyway, I’ve belonged to various Yahoo groups run by her, and others that she was a heavy participator in. I ended up quitting all of them, because of how she treated people. I do sometimes read her blog, though, and when I do, I am always amazed at how nasty she is to her “fans” and customers. Maybe they don’t realize it, because they don’t read her blog? I dunno, but I’d feel really crummy if I found out that someone I admired and had been supportive of was, at best, resentful of me. I get the impression that she views her adoring fans as leeches. O ick.
Yaknow, I’m nowhere near her league, and I don’t really want to be. But, I do get regular e-mail from folks who have questions. Some of them are really silly questions. That’s okay. Lord knows, I’ve asked my own fair share of stupid
questions! I also don’t think that anything I do is particularly original, much less proprietary, so if someone asks me where I got something or how I made something, I’m happy to share. It’s not like I invented the wheel or anything.
I don’t know why this person irritates me so much (well, yes I do, but that’s a whole ‘nother kettle of fishes) or why I bother to read her blog. I shouldn’t, because whenever I do, it makes me cringe.
Smile!
Harriet and I played a game of soccer with an empty ice cream container. Obviously, she won (and quite pleased with herself, too!), but that’s to be expected. Four feet beat two, right?
For a while now, I’ve been mulling over switching at least some of my Flickr stream to a Creative Commons license. While I was hunting for images relating to the potato famine, I was very happy to find some that were CC licensed. That made up my mind for me. It just seems to be a community minded thing to do. Not that I think my photos are anything special, but if someone did want to use them, now they can. I extended it to artwork, too.
That doesn’t mean I’ve given up my copyright. That’s still mine. It just means that folks may use my images and artwork without asking for permission, given that they A) attribute me, B) the use is not commercial, and C) they share alike.
In other meta-news, lordy! I had a ten-fold increase in unique visitors yesterday. I don’t know what accounted for the spike. Very weird.
In Asshole News
Alec Baldwin is a controlling, manipulative asshole. I don’t care how many ways he tries to rationalize his actions, or how hard he tries to blame his behavior on other people, he’s still a controlling, manipulative asshole. And to think, he’s the “normal” Baldwin!
Camille Paglia is also an asshole. Blaming women for some rage-frothing misogynist killing a bunch of people is really beyond the pale. And the way she goes about it is really kind of special. See, women are either having too much sex with men, or they aren’t having enough sex with men. Either way, it’s all our fault if a man goes on a ladyhating shooting spree. (Via Echidne of the Snakes)
Not having insurance sucks. I’ve been there. Not having enough money to go to the doctor or buy meds even when you have insurance sucks. But, this takes the cake. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw how much Twisty’s meds cost. And her insurance won’t pay for them, so she has to cover the entire cost herself. I’m sure that’s only a fraction of what she’s had to shell out for daring to have cancer, but thankfully, she’s been able to afford it. Lots of Americans cannot, and if they are diagnosed with cancer, they will die from it, for lack of treatment.
Can someone please explain to me why this is a better system than socialized medicine?
Peekaboo, little Earth
Earth at Twilight
Credit: ISS Crew, Earth Sciences and Image Analysis Lab, JSC, NASA
For some reason, I have had Kate Bush on my mind today.
Visualizing Icicles
The only thing worse than waiting around all afternoon for repair folks is waiting around all afternoon for repair folks who do not show up. Hrmf! So after yesterday’s no-show, I called again at 8:30 this morning, to see what the hell happened and to leave my work number, so that they can call me when they are ready to come to my apartment. I still haven’t heard from them. I realize they’re probably pretty busy, but they could at least call to tell me they’re busy, and to give me an estimate on what day they might be able to get to me.
Thankfully, it hasn’t gotten ungodly hot yet, but by 5:00 last night it had reached 78F indoors. That’s kind of toasty, even with fans running. A brief shot of cold air would have been nice. I also have an element out on my oven, so I can’t bake anything. Of course, this would mean that I’m craving Shake-n-Bake tofu. (No, really! It’s good!)
(Photo: Ice Storm 19 February 2007)
Prewash Cycle
Harriet gets one last shot at the dishes.
