ok - they really didn’t steal the idea, because I said it meaning “how gross.” remember when I was talking about how much I hate carrot cake? and when I said it was like a hamburger doughnut?
welcome to illinois - and the cheesburger doughnut. Do I know someone in illinois? Obviously they didn’t get it - I was describing something GROSS. Refried krispy kreme - guess I’ll have to come up with another disgusting idea to torture people. Shouldn’t be hard if that one worked.
I’m listening to Dee-lite right now and I’m totally into it. i feel like I’m 19 and at the sunday night dance parties at First Ave.
also - I’m going to paint the flames on my motorcycle with phosphourescent lime green so they glow in the dark. why not?
at my site traffic, and how it has dropped down since it’s too hot to think. I guess I’m not surprised.
Here’s what I noticed - nobody is finding my site using any interesting search terms. They’re searching for my name, or they’re searching for the name of my motorcycle. Or they’re searching for pictures of specific colors of paint. I like that.
I’m obsessed with paint. I was going to say “lately” but that would be a lie. For at least 2 years now I’ve looked at a book of paint chips from House of Kolor. ever since I painted my girlfriends bike black. I just ordered a new book so I could see the new colors they have this year. I can tell you if a car has been painted with House of Kolor and what color it is. I can tell you what colors they mixed together to get a custom color. I’m beginning to hate myself for it because it’s like having too many options when I’m trying to paint something of my own. I had a little breakthrough today though. I thought, “if I don’t like one color, I can always paint over it.” Which is fine and all, but at $40 a quart (on the low end) a week of waiting for it to arrive, then 2 weekends to do all the work, I really don’t want to do this every year. Too little time, and too many obligations.
For example - I’m supposed to be a WI master gardener, yet I’m embarassed of my lawn. I practically MISSED planting season this year entirely. I wish I had been sleeping through it, but I don’t have that excuse either. I woke up this morning at about 7, stayed up for an hour and went back to sleep until 4pm. I really like to sleep, but in this case, that’s how tired I really am. Tomorrow will be different if I can hoist myself out of the air conditioning in the cool hours of the day (morning? it’s 2:30 am now, so maybe not.) Well, worst case, I can try again next weekend.
In cool news, my parents went to visit family in a location where the best BBQ in the world resides. My mom brought some back frozen and I’m going to eat it all up next weekend. Also next weekend is the Back to the 50’s car show. I will be there, wearing my House of Kolor shirt, and quizzing myself on colors. Why? ’cause that’s what I do for fun.
There’s this guy in California, he makes furniture, and I’ve loved his work since I first saw it. Seeing his work in photographs makes me feel as if there is perfection in the world. So I bought a video where he demonstrates how he makes these pieces.
When I was a kid I asked my dad if it would be possible (since I was too young to be messing with power tools and no supervision) for me to take sand paper and just sand until all the pieces of wood were the right size. My dad chuckled in his way and said, “sure.” Well I never did because it would take forever.
Back to this guy - he’ll cut a piece of wood, freehand, with a band saw. He doesn’t measure. He just roughs things in and puts the pieces together. Then he starts sanding. He sands until the chair (or whatever) looks like it grew out of the ground that way in his own magical chair orchard. Then he puts some oil on a rag and rubs on the chair until his hand gets hot, and voila.
He’s 90 years old this year. He teaches classes. 1 a year. I think I could afford it if I really got myself together. And how dumb am I going to feel if I don’t take a class from him? really dumb.
This is one of the things I love about my life right now. I could actually meet AND take a class from the woodworker I most admire in the world.
I’ve got a friend that likes Gustav Stickley furniture. There is a “style” called Stickley. It’s like meeting him and taking a class from him on how to make furniture like him. My guy - he’s a “style” too. He was the first American to have a piece in the White House while he was still alive.
Imagine taking a guitar lesson from Eric Clapton at his place. Or having Lindbergh teach you how to fly a plane. Or even having lunch with Ansel Adams while he’s waiting for the right light for his photograph. That’s what I’m talking about. And that makes me feel really lucky just to have the opportunity. Now I just need to see if there’s room in the class, and a hotel room available nearby.
In fact, it makes me want to find out if Eric Clapton would be willing to give me a guitar lesson.
this is what the thoughts in my brain are like, in case you’ve ever wondered.
the heat is tearing me apart physically, intellectually. when I was in high school, I turned in my final paper for english class without the last page. I had the last page, I just didn’t grab it when I stapled all the pages together.Â
that’s what my head is like right now. at this very moment.