Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Brand New Bed

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I also picked up a new bed for Harriet while I was out yesterday. She needed somewhere comfortable to sleep while I’m in the studio. Even though it’s carpeted in here, the floor is cold (damned heat vents are up by the ceiling!), and she’s a delicate flower.

Harriet was disdainful at first, and for awhile I thought I may have actually bought a cat bed by mistake. Eventually, Harriet decided to give it a try. She spent yesterday afternoon and most of this morning sleeping in it. I’m glad I opted for the one with the nesty sides, because I think it’s a big hit. (And, as you can see by using the cat–who is on the petite side–for scale, Harriet is on the small side herself. I was afraid at first that the bed wouldn’t be big enough, but once she curls up, there’s room to spare.)

I wish I could have slept the morning away lazily, but I had to get up for Mr. FedEx. It’s a good thing I did, too, because he showed up at the crack of dawn. And now, even if I wanted to take a nap, I couldn’t, because Mr. Upstairs has his teevee blaring away. I think he must have had custody of his children this weekend, because there were small pitter-pattering feet, very loud cartoons, and the world’s longest one-fingered rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” on the keyboard. The last was cute for about twenty minutes, but after that, my ears started to bleed. Also, the front hallway smells like someone cooked rotten pork with ginger and oranges. O ick.

Pets, Photography

Octo-woobie

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I suddenly had to get out of the house this morning, so despite the fact that the wind chill is 1F, I warmed up the car and went to Target and the grocery store. I needed groceries, but the Target stop was just an excuse to wander around somewhere that was not my house. I played in the pet supply aisle for a bit and found a couple of really cute toys for Harriet. One of them is a plush puffer fish with a deep, froggy squeak. The other is Octo-woobie. Octo-woobie is pale pink and leggy and ubercute, I think. As soon as I took Octo-woobie out of the sack, Harriet knew it was hers. She started boinging up and down in excitement. I’m a meanypants, though, so I made her wait until I took Octo-woobie’s picture.

And, yes, Octo-woobie only has six legs. Life is unfair sometimes.

Art, Paintings, Photography

Reduce Reuse Recycle

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I pick up stretchers at yard sales and thrift stores. You can get them cheap that way. I got four of these 24 x 24 inch stretchers years ago at a garage sale. They were covered with some godawful 70s gold-and-orange-on-brown patterned fabric. O ick. I pulled the old fabric off and stretched canvas over them. The other three are sporting paintings that I’ll probably keep, but the fourth was never finished. The underpainting on the old canvas was done about 10 years ago, and it’s not something I’m likely to ever want to finish, so I decided it was time to pull it off, restretch the canvas, and start over from scratch.

The stretcher is old, but it’s still nice and sturdy. The crack along one bar is only superficial. I’ll need to tighten up one of the corners, but other than that, it’s perfectly usable. I love the look of the old nail heads and the way the paint seeped around and through the back side of the canvas. No, that’s not a good thing. It’ll eat the canvas where it wasn’t primed. The seeping is a by-product of using heavily thinned, drippy paint. It goes where it wants, and there’s not a whole lot you can do about it. I primed the canvas along the edges, but that didn’t keep the paint from being wicked around to the back, where the canvas was left raw.

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Pets, Photography

Saturday Dogblogging

Harriet has developed a deeper appreciation for playing with balls since moving to a place that has lots of floor space. Red Ball remains her very favoritest toy, so it’s fun to tease her with it. She is unamused! Then, clumsy me, I threw it for her and it bounced into a Rubbermaid tub. Harriet saw it go into the tub, but it was hidden by a plastic bag, so she couldn’t see it. I finally took pity on her and retrieved it for her.

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Pets, Photography

Thursday Catblogging

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Pandora likes to sleep on Harriet’s blankets when Harriet’s not looking. It pisses Harriet right the hell off, though. She’s jealous, and can’t stand it when the cat usurps her spot, even when she’s not using her spot at the time of the usurpation. The nice thing, I suppose, about being an old cat is that you just don’t care. You sleep wherever you want, whenever you want, and you ignore anydog who tries to bossypants you into doing otherwise.

Collage, Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Lazy Sunday Morning

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I think Harriet may have the right idea. We were waked up at the ass-crack of dawn by Mr. Upstairs plonking away on his keyboard. Electronic harpsichord at 6am is really beyond the pale, I think. I have a feeling there will be napping later today.

I adore the duvet cover in the picture. It came from my mom. Both sides are shades teal (I love teal), but the “right” side has some thin red and yellow stripes I’m not too keen on. It occurred to me that I could flip it over, though. Et voila, problem solved. It’s a heavy, crispy cotton, too, which feels nice. I filled it with a fat, ugly comforter, so it’s wonderfully squishy and crunchy, all at the same time.

The bed side table in the upper left in the picture is the one below. It was really ugly, but sturdy and a nice size and shape. I decided it would be much improved if it were sporting a decoupaged the shit out of it.

Collaged End Table

Art, Crankypantsing, Meta, Photography

Speaking of Flickr

I don’t know where I’ve been the past couple of years, but I’ve totally and completely missed the issue of Flickr NIPSAing users who post predominantly non-photographic images in their public photostreams. If your account is found to have fewer photographs than non-photographs, Flickr can (and often does) mark it NIPSA (Not in Public Site Areas). You won’t know this has happened, because Flickr will not notify you. You’ll just notice that your view stats decrease. The only way to know if your account has been NIPSAed is to check the Everyone’s Photos page. If you get a message there explaining why your photos aren’t showing up, then you’ve been NIPSAed.

Why is being NIPSAed a big deal? Flickr is a social site. The point of belonging is to share your images with others, and to look at their images. If you are NIPSAed, your images will not show up in other people’s searches. They can only access them directly. Nor will your images be visible to others when you post them to your subscribed pools.

I have mostly photos in my photostream, so I think I’m probably safe, but who knows? It boggles the mind, but Flickr does not actually have an explicit written policy on the subject. Their Terms of Use merely states:

Your account will also be terminated if it is used for hosting graphic elements of web page designs, icons, smilies, buddy icons, forum avatars, badges and other non-photographic elements on external websites.

What that says both literally and in spirit is that they don’t want their service to be used as a place to host junk images that will be displayed elsewhere. There is nothing ambiguous about it. What it does not say, however, is that non-photographic images are not to be uploaded to Flickr, or that those who do so will have their accounts excluded from public view. Nor does it spell out what percentage of images should be photos vs. artwork, and what will happen if you exceed the art quota.

Some of those things are addressed in the Flickr FAQ, as has been pointed out ad nauseum by Flickr employees on their message boards. The problem is, an FAQ is not a TOA. When I subscribed to the service, and when I ponied up the quite reasonable $24.95 for a pro account, I read the TOA. I did not read the FAQ, nor am I required to. The FAQ is merely a list of questions and answers, and I am not bound by anything in it.

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Part of the problem is that to create such a specific policy, Flickr would have to define what a “photograph” is. Don’t laugh, it’s not as easy as you might think.

From Dictionary.com:
photograph
noun 1. a picture of a person or scene in the form of a print or transparent slide; recorded by a camera on light-sensitive material
verb 1. record on photographic film; “I photographed the scene of the accident”; “She snapped a picture of the President” 2. undergo being photographed in a certain way; “Children photograph well”

Well, where does that leave digital images? I suppose one might stretch the point, and describe magic pixels as “light-sensitive material.” Still, once you move into the digital realm, jpgs are jpgs. What makes one jpg a “photo” and another “not-a-photo”? Is a traditional photograph that’s been scanned still a photo? Is a digital image of a work of art a photo? One example given in one of the Flickr forums was a drawing on paper vs. a drawing on someone’s hand. You might be tempted to describe the first as art and the second as a photo, but what if you cropped Image A so loosely that the surrounding space becomes integral to the image? Or what if you cropped Image B so tightly that the support (skin) becomes unimportant? Is the image above a photograph, or is it art?

Muddying the waters further, Flickr staff were quick to point out that taking a photograph of a piece of art does not qualify it as a photograph. It’s still art. So are photographs of paintings in museums considered art or photos? What about a photo taken of a large piece of sculpture? Do the thousands of photographs that artists like Christo take of their work qualify as art or photo? Is a picture of a Medieval cathedral art or photography?

Strasbourg Cathedral

What about photographs that have been heavily manipulated, either in a digital imaging program or by hand? Does bleaching a traditional photo make a difference? What about drawing on it? When using Photoshop filters on a digital image?

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I don’t know what any of this will mean, long term. At this point, I don’t think I’ll renew my pro account when the time comes. My web host recently doubled my bandwidth and disk space, which were both obscenely huge to begin with, so I’ve got plenty of my own space. And, nearly everything I upload to Flickr is uploaded to my website, too. I don’t see any point in investing any more money or time into something that could well be made unusable to me at any moment. And that’s the problem. Right now, Flickr’s unofficial policy seems to be “more photos than non-photos is okay,” but that could change tomorrow. Going to another service, like deviantART, which is what Flickr staff recommended artists do, is not acceptable to me. I don’t like deviantART. It’s clunky and has none of the social aspects I enjoy about Flickr. Likewise, just hiding all my images from public view–another solution offered by Flickr staff–will not work for me.

Art, Drawings, Photography

Dinosaur Egg

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Dinosaur Egg
RoseArt metallic gel markers on 90lb Stonehenge paper
7 1/2 x 5 5/8 inches

Stonehenge Journal:  Dinosaur Egg (detail)
Detail of top left corner

One of the nice things about being a pack rat is that you always have “things” around to draw or paint. There used to be two of these six-sided aluminum sculptures. I think my mom may have the larger one. It was created by an inmate at Indiana State Prison out of the scraps left over from making stop signs. The inmates did other artsy craftsy stuff, like leather work, to help make money. My ex-step-father used to teach at ISP, and I assume he bought the “eggs” from one of the inmates back in the mid-seventies, when he worked there. All I know is that I remember them from my childhood, and that we called them “Dinosaur Eggs.” We’re all about Teh Funny, my family.

These days, Mr. Egg hangs out on top of my TeeVee.

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Dinosaur Egg, c. 1976
8 3/4 x 8 3/4 x 8 3/4 inches

Meta, Photography

Still Haven’t Found What They’re Looking For

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So far this ayem, SiteMeter shows visits from Japan, Sweden, Belgium, Qatar, Germany, Scotland, England, and Canadia.

By far, the most common search terms are “Jethro Lazenby” and “Ingalls.” My favorite current search string, though, is a Google query for “are the Duggars Mormon?” Yes, that’s with a question mark. I have to say that I find people’s search strategies kind of amazing. And I say that as someone who used to do a fair amount of library reference desk work.

One of the cooler search strings to turn up lately was “snow rituals.” After the last front moved across the US, I got repeated hits from several different providers for that phrase. There was obviously something hivemindy at work.

Photo: Trees along gas easement, March 2006, Owen County IN.