Behind Lilly Library, Indiana University, Bloomington, Indiana
Harriet says that skwrrlz are evil. She may be right. This little guy sure was charming, though. I’d take a step closer, he’d stop eating and stare at me, then he’d go back to eating and I’d take his picture. Then I’d take another step closer, etc., etc., etc. He let me get just a couple of feet away from him.
I love the way his tail is curled over his back.
He looks like he’s wearing a fur hat.
The sky was just starting to clear when I took this. It’s not a proper sunrise shot, since my view is to the northwest, but there’s a little bit of color in it.
And, yes, I can now verify that 3:30 am (Indiana Time) was just as brutal as I thought it would be. It actually hurts to wake up that early.
Fragment of Grave Marker
Covenanter Cemetery, Bloomington, Indiana
This was taken last weekend. It’s cheating, but since I didn’t post a photo yesterday and didn’t even touch my camera today, I’m not going to feel guilty about it. Heck, I very nearly didn’t post at all today. Damned DST[1]. It’s past my bedtime already!
Where did this day go, anyway? It seems like I didn’t get a thing done, because I wasted it chasing my tail trying to solve a couple of genealogical puzzles. A fragment here and a fragment there. I did manage to figure out that I could merge two individuals–yay! I also found my great-great aunt Margaret’s husband in the US census records for 1910 and 1920. I guess that’s progress of a sort, right?
And now I have to go figure out what to make for lunch tomorrow. I have a feeling it’s going to involve broccoli and rice and maybe some granny smith apples. But not all together. That would be disgusting.
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1. Every day during DST, when my alarm goes off at the unholy hour of 3:30 am Indiana time, I’m going to be reminded of what a sadistic fucking bastard Mitch Daniels is. Note to Mitch: You are henceforth and forevermore stricken from my Christmas Holiday card list!
Cockeyed Cake with Butterscotch Sauce
There were bunnies outside. And a groundhog. And two eeevil skwirrlz. It was just too much for a little red dog to handle, so she hrmphed and sneezed and flounced off to sulk on the couch.
Please to be noting the maximum lip floppage. We are woe!
We didn’t get much of it, but what we got stuck around just long enough for me to get a few pictures. It’s all gone, now.
Burlap and Bell
four-needle Coptic binding with hemp twine and burlap over Davey board covers
8 x 6 inches, 9 signatures of 2 sheets (36 pages)
5 March 2008
I didn’t take any detail photos before covering it, so I can’t show the horrible stitching. After looking at a different tutorial, I think the problem was either operator error (always a possibility!) or the instructions I used were not clear. Meaning, the problem was not with the binding itself, but that I did it incorrectly.
The burlap cover I added isn’t perfect. The corners are wonky, and I haven’t added end papers yet. That would’ve been easier to do before the fact. I’d also intended on wrapping the spine, to mitigate the vertical fanning, but didn’t like how that looked. I’m sure to be doing a lot of collage work across the page gutters, and hopefully that’ll stabilize things.
It’s all a learning experience, right?
Anyway, to answer Christina’s question, the tutorial I used was from the Volcano Arts website. This two-needle Coptic tutorial from Emma Jane Hogbin seems to be pretty straightforward. I’m going to try it next, though adapted for book board, not wooden covers.
This what today looked like.
These were actually taken just seconds apart, but at different distances from the window.
We had some thunder and lightning a little bit ago. I know that it’s March and all, but isn’t it still a bit early for spring storms?
red paper boat 