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But laws do change sometimes. Until then, well, a girl can dream. My sister-out-law, who shall remain nameless (Martha), is just too special. Saw her this evening last and in a little snippet of conversation we had she made it very clear that what she and Bob do is "art." Apparently, what my people and I do is some form of glorified occupational therapy. Next thing you know, they'll be giving me a really big, really blunt needle and some plastic canvas--oh, look, a bookmark. And then, who knows, maybe the same really blunt needle, some really red yarn and really big, really blunt, really wooden beads which I can string together in a really random order. All this without her having a friggin clue as to what I make.

It's too damned bad I don't work with ferric metals because then I could build my own refrigerator magnets to put up the rest of my refrigerator art.

But I'm not bitter. No, never that. Really.

I say piffle! And feh!

It's so true what Wonder Pat says about the view of the "art" world towards jewelry. It is so clearly only craft and so very easily dismissed.

Maybe I should do what everyone is urging and take my metal pieces and put them on a thingy and call them sculpture. Then I might actually produce something worthy of showing in a gallery. And I still say eff that. See, I can talk nice and proper.

Damn, if I stay at these heights I will get a nosebleed. Hmmm, that's epistaxis. I didn't learn that from freerice.com, I knew it already, but I'll be damned if I actually ever used the word before. 

Now on to more important things.

The mystery remains, that of the cautionary cows. Was there cow spillage? When did it happen? Where are they now? Where were they going? Where are they hiding? Why are they hiding? It's not like the Butler Plaza area is heavily wooded and rutted with deep ravines and blind canyons. That would be differently sighted canyons. Where are the cows? 

Cows, hiding in plain sight.

We dress like students, we dress like housewives, or in a suit and a tie.

Okay, and two points define a line. I have not found a third, non-linear cow caution sign. Are these two-dimensional cows? And who could make a value judgement like that? Without even knowing the cows? Do we ever really know anyone though? Isn't it pretty speciesist? I can't spell tonight. But that word wasn't on freerice.com so I don't care.

Morien, a type of helmet. Well, duh. Who doesn't know that.

Dolmen! Oh, come on.

Helminth. Well, I never used that one in a sentence before either but boy howdy I know what antihelminthic means and have used that in a sentence. Although probably only whilst talking to myself. As I always pick the most intelligent person in the room to hold a conversation with, well, you know.

And oh my God what damage hath AOL wrought. I just went to freerice.com and they no longer remember my total of like a gazillion grains of rice and they're giving me words in the dummy range. I mean "treaty," what kind of sh*t is that (another example of refined language)? Despoil? Pinnate? Do you people think I need training wheels? And why? All because I oh so foolishly clicked on that thingy that said, hey kid, want some candy oh no wait I mean there's a nifty new version of AOL and all the cool kids are doing it. Nascent? Is that a joke? Trumpery? Debridement? Detritus? Is this a vision of hell? 

Fettle? Cachet? Carom?

On a brighter note, I have a necklace mandrel in the back of the Cherry Red Roadster. And a quartz stirring rod. I know, I know. I can't believe it myself. But wait--an ingot mold. Oh my God! Is this so cool? It is, I know. Just need to buy me some fine silver casting grain and a pennyweight or two of 24K gold and I'm almost there. Houston, we have shibuichi. Houston, we have shakudo. And then, mokume gane. 

Mokume gane. And then the world, Pinky, the world.

I am so squee.

And Aspeninthesunlight updated A Summer Like None Other. On Christmas Eve. I mean, is this not the most excellent woman in the world. And she came through. Another excellent chapter, not like that's a surprise because when has she ever done anything less. Yes, she came through, she delivered, she made Christmas Christmas. Unlike a certain jolly old elf, who shall remain nameless (Santa) who stills owes me at least one freakin horse.

And a maine coon cat named Monty. With a Y and not an E. 

Oh, and I actually managed to get some work done on one of my stories. Some writing, or at least some writing about writing. And sometimes, that's almost as good.

All in all, not a bad day.

Really.

O Montina

Dec. 24th, 2007 08:35 pm
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 As I ponder the mystery of itinerant cows, I remember Montina, the Divine Bovine, and am suddenly filled with a desire to hear Bil Lepp tell that tale again. I checked the Ocali site, and his as well, and do not see him scheduled for the Storytelling Festival this spring in Ocala. Hélas! It is not to be.

Sandi and I finally got together for breakfast yesterday morning. Wonder of wonders, the 43rd St. Deli parking lot was only about half-full. And there were plenty of empty tables. Methinks folks were actually in church on that Sunday before Christmas.

Yep, everybody wants that pony.

Sandi's dad is slowly on the mend; he has (had?) pericarditis. He is now home. Little Matthew is back home with his parents. And does not need to take antibiotics at all anymore. This is a blessing. Such a little guy to be so sick.

Sandi is hoping that Pat has some information on how she might be able to get a new course number for Jewelry class so that UF will pay for it. An independent study class shouldn't have to have a separate code every time you take it but, again, alas.

The Fairy Princess really needs to go outside. Probably looking for Santa.

Santa's coming!
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Or maybe not. Who knows. It will remain a mystery unsolved. I surely would have loved to have seen some Christmas cows. Especially around Butler Plaza. Seems quite the place, for Christmas cows. The sign--one of those movable signs they use on highways to warn of smoke or fog or holiday slowdowns--definitely said cattle, not cow. Surely that implies a multiplicity of cows. But I saw not one. I wonder if they were bedecked with holiday ribbons and tinsel draped rakishly from their horns. Were they there to finish their holiday shopping? Butler Plaza certainly wouldn't have been my first choice. Though there is a Petsmart, Barnes and Noble, Michaels and Lowes jam packed in there. I would have expected them to hit the mall instead but maybe they were just finishing up odds and ends. And who am I to criticize anyone from wanting to avoid the mall. It's a dull place. Hecky darn, it doesn't even have a Crate and Barrel or any other half interesting place.

Santa's on his way: he said so when I IMed him. He's still playing it close to the vest about the Friesians, the diamonds or assorted metalsmithing tools. Or the hobby farm. That's Santa, though, isn't it?

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