Archive for October, 2008

Name That Wrap!

Posted: October 21, 2008 in going coastal

Hi all! The craft show is creeping up on me and I’m getting all of my ducks in a row… but I need your help! I have been making lovely green aventurine wraps that are a beautiful celadon green, and they need a name. First let me give you a little history on the name celadon.

One theory is that the name first appeared in France in the 17th century and is named after the shepherd Celadon in Honoré d’Urfé’s French pastoral romance, L’Astrée (1627), who wore pale green ribbons. (D’Urfe, in turn, borrowed his character from Ovid’s Metamorphoses. Another is that the term is a corruption of the name of Saladin (Salah ad-Din), the Ayyubid Sultan, who in 1171 sent forty pieces of the ceramic to the Sultan of Syria. Yet another is the word derives from the Sanskrit ‘sila’ and ‘dhara’, which means “stone” and “green” respectively.

Celadon production also had a long history at Longquan China and related sites, but it was not until the Five Dynasties (五代 907-960) and Northern Song (北宋 960-1127) period that production of scale truly began. Five Dynasty wares displayed a variety of shapes and carved finishes with the characteristic “Yuezhou” (岳州) glaze.

So here are the names I’ve come up with:

Celadon Dynasty Wrap

Celadon Antiquity Wrap

Celadon Treasure Wrap

Celadon Muse Wrap

Celadon Metamorphoses Wrap

Pick one, or think of something better. You have about a month, and since no one reads this blog yet, you should subscribe… as I will probably be writing on myspace less. (To subscribe click the link at the bottom of the right column)



I Feel So Featured

Posted: October 16, 2008 in going coastal

Holy cow… this is so cool. I’m on the front page, AND listed at the top of featured artists in the upcoming Etsy Dallas Jingle Bash! I’m freakin’ out. 🙂
Check it out:

Everyone knows that going to the DMV is about as fun as going to get a cavity filled. Long lines, scary people, employees that look as if they would rather spit on you than help you… not to mention the eye press that probably has bubonic plague germs all over it, and the awkward picture that you will never want to show another living soul. So you might possibly understand why I have not updated my license in 8 years even though I have moved 3 times and had a name change in ’02 after my wedding. But since my birthday is around the corner and my license will expire effectively thereafter… I am no longer able to procrastinate.

Decidedly, I dropped the kids off at school this morning because I didn’t want to be THAT lady that brings her two kids to the DMV to annoy the hell out of everyone else. I then drove to the midcities DMV and immediately groaned when I saw the parking lot full of cars… and then had to drive around again because, OF COURSE, there were no front-row-joe parking spots. I get up to the door and see the big bold sign that reads, “CASH or CHECK ONLY!” So then I marched my ass back out to my car and drove another 10 minutes away to go to an atm at my bank. But guess what? They don’t have a motor atm so I drive around the building AGAIN to park, and I go up to the atm on the side of the building. It’s flashing: ‘Sorry for your inconvenience but this atm is not in service.’ I then proceed into the building to stand in line for a withdrawal… I get my cash, drive back to the DMV, and then stand in line to wait to talk to the lady that wants to spit on me… but unfortunately the family of 5 in front of me is having some confrontational issues with the info clerk. So I wait.

When it was my turn you would think the clerk would look absolutely thrilled that I actually had my updated social, proof of residence, and my marriage lisence. She did not look thrilled. I am shuffled over my appropriate paper work and sent to the germ station that has black smudgy masking tape holding the pens to their chains. I then look around to choose which sociopath I would feel the least uncomfortable sitting by, and take my seat. Number 65 is on the screen, I am number 84. Apparently, half the people that walk in after me don’t know about the magic screen and the rules of waiting your turn and instead go stand in the photo line, only to be sent away shortly after.

82 rolls around and I’m getting excited. The clerk then calls out, “number 84 and 85”, so I’m even more excited thinking I’m next to stand in the photo line. But as I walk up this big huge dude wearing a Ghostbusters t-shirt, with a pointy beard, nose ring, and sleeve tatoos, stands in front of me. I must have looked pissed because he smiled and said “It’s ok, I’m 83,” and he shows me his number. Then we both laughed and he said, “You were ready to fight me weren’t you?”

I said, “Yes, I hate the DMV and I had to turn around and go get cash.”

He laughed and chatted with me for a bit and then the guy in front of him finally turns around and says, “Well, I’ve had the worst day EVER! I took my car in for an oil change and then watched them wreck it into the side of another vehicle when they brought it around. Then when they took me to the rental place they told me my license was expired and that I would have to renew it to get a rent car…THEN the rental company drove me here and I didn’t have a check or cash either! So now I’m back, and the rental company guy is waiting for me in the parking lot.”

So the moral of my story is… someone is always having a crappier day than you, so count your blessings. Or atleast laugh at the situation instead of crying, because it makes for a damn good story later.

Oh, and right after guy 2 chimed in… the crazy lady in front of him turns to us and says, “Well, I just realized I’m wearing the same exact blouse that I had on 8 years ago for my last DMV photo.”

Ode to Post Punk

Posted: October 9, 2008 in favorites, music, nostalgia

First of all, I will start out saying that I was corrupted from a very young age… my father frequently subjected us to his Talking Heads albums and tapes, and after ’Stop Making Sense’ was realeased on VHS, I was a goner. Now tell me, if you had been around in the 80’s as an adult and seen a 9 year old singing ’Psycho Killer’ to herself, would you have been concerned? I feel as if I have wussed out SO much because I don’t know if I will have the same reckless abandon with the boys. I’m going to be the bunk mom that screams about their devil music… you just watch… it’s already begun.

Anyhoo here’s my breakdown.
New Wave – the catchy pop aspect = Post Punk
New Wave + Artistic Ingenuity = Art Rock
Art Rock + Post Punk = Kick ASS… or the Talking Heads

Now my list of favorites and must hear music:
1. Talking Heads: Life During WartimeRoad to NoWhere – I have a very severe obsession with this song (possibly due to the 1989 movie Little Monsters w/ Fred Savage,)
Stop Making Sense – movie directed by Jonathan Demme,
Take me to the River… Al Green song that was dubbed for the cheesy rubber singing fish that you have probably seen at WalMart, Swamp, Girlfriend is Better
2. Gang of Four:Franz Ferdinand and Bloc Party were influenced by this band, and Flea said that Gang of Four was the single most important influence for the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Solid Gold is a good album – check out What We All Want Naturals Not in It Damaged Goods
3. The Cure is one of my all time favorite bands…they are pretty mainstream so I’ll spare you as much as possible. I have to say that I love the B side Halo. And the single Killing an Arab. (The Stranger, anyone?) My favorite album for personal reasons that DO NOT INVOLVE THE SONG ‘FRIDAY I’M IN LOVE’ is Wish.
4. Siouxsie and the Banshees: I don’t really understand why they are considered post punk, considering when these guys started they should be considered punk, right? Just my opinion. Check out ’Hong Kong Garden’ – very catchy. Cities in the Dust – song about the lost city of Pompeii.
Everybody and their dog says they were influenced by these guys including U2, Radiohead, Robert Smith, and Scissor Sisters.

Honorable mentions: Echo and the Bunnymen, Joy Division/New Order, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Depeche Mode (a palatable favorite to many), and a new band that sounds post punk~ the Magic Bullets… and I could list more but I won’t.