I’ve tried a few times to teach Harriet to sit in the spinny chair, but she’s wanted no part of it. No way, no how, won’t even put her front paws on it. Today, I gave it another shot, and we achieved dog-in-spinny-chairness. Yay!
She now knows how to get up and off on command (she knew both commands, but she thought the spinny chair should be excepted), even when it’s not being held steady for her. She also learned how to sit on it long enough to have her picture taken.
Good girl!
There are several pieces that I’ve been meaning to re-shoot, because the original photos I took were total crap. I did a couple this afternoon. I did both straight-up versions as well as tarting them up in Photoshop. It’s kind of interesting when a piece can have two lives, both as an artwork and as a photograph.
Remembering Beatrice Stone
I got an e-mail a couple of years ago from a guy who was looking for genealogical information on Beatrice Stone. I hated to break it to him that the name was made up. Using an old college yearbook, I took a first name from column A and a last name from column B.
Epitaph for Eula Strange
Epitaph for Eula Strange
I dread for me
living one mute day every time
an allusive and subtle communication
an ever present affliction
clutching to me
an old thought to gnaw on.
I am afraid
out of worth
without words
caught and reduced and disorganized
like dreaming of sleep
and the taste of dry bones.
Paint Brushes
Fairy
Lipton Tea Pot
I think the failure message I keep getting has nothing to do with the camera itself. I tried restarting my computer, with the camera powered on and connected, and it worked just fine. The same thing happens with my scanner (if I turn it on after the computer is powered up, the scanner isn’t recognized). This is a recent-ish issue that coincided with the installation of Zone Alarm. I suspect ZA is interfering with my USB ports, which is annoying as all hell but makes a certain amount of sense.
I came across one of my old toy digital cameras the other day. I set it aside, assuming I wouldn’t be able to find the cable, and if I did, I wouldn’t be able to find the drivers disc, and if I did, the camera for sure wouldn’t work. Well, I found the cable, and I found the drivers disc, and I’ll be damned if the camera didn’t work just fine when I put fresh batteries in it.
December Landscape
Foo Dog and Duck
Planter
Patio Light
Electrical Box
It’s just as hard to compose close-ups as I remember. There is a ginormous amount of parallax between the lens and the viewfinder. That explains some of the wonkiness. It’s definitely a shoot from the hip sort of camera.
These were just some quick test shots taken on my patio. It was sort of beastly trying to get the drivers set up properly. I kept getting a failure message whenever I’d try to download images from the camera. I thought, at first, that it might have something to do with a bit of rust on one end of the USB cord, but the camera streamed video just fine, so I don’t think that’s the problem. I’ll just have to enjoy it as the toy it is, and keep in mind that it could croak on me at any moment.
It got cold last night, and the wind picked up. I woke up at about 5am when the power went out. It was absolutely silent, except for the sound of the wind howling. It’s hard to sleep when it’s that quiet. Thankfully, the power came back on a couple of hours later.
The wind kept blowing all day, and we even had a few snow flurries. It was a good day for sitting on the couch with hot cocoa and toast, keeping warm under a blanket with the dog. (Miss Brown is the world’s very best hot water bottle.)
As I returned from taking photos of the booths and chairs, the disparity between all that beautiful new furniture in the public area and the horrible, mismatched crap we worker bees are stuck with was kind of glaring. (The photo is a little blurry, because I was in non-flash stealth mode.)
As promised, the new booths in the 3rd floor study area.
Wells Library Facade from the 3rd Floor Landing
As I was standing on the back landing, a coworker came up the stairs and stopped to talk. He said that he’s worked there for years, and he’s never stopped to look out that window before. I can’t imagine being that oblivious to your surroundings. I look out that window every single day.
These are the old chairs, from the study carrels. They’re lined up and ready to go, presumably to IU Surplus.
red paper boat 