Magnificent(?) Frigatebird

“Where there is a sea there are pirates.” ~ Greek Proverb

For the longest time I wanted to learn to draw. Now I want to learn to render.

I’ve been stuck on the wrong stuff. I can draw. Not perfectly, but I can get the job done. My weakest skills come after the drawing, and those are what I need to spend the most time on now.

So yesterday afternoon I took a couple of hours and drew a Magnificent Frigatebird (Fregata magnificens). I worked from a photo in a bird calendar (because we don’t have Frigatebirds in the Inland Northwest). I started by using a (non-repro) blue pencil to do the initial drawing and then worked with a ballpoint pen and colored pencils.

I chose the ballpoint pen because it’s unforgiving. If I screwed up (and I admit that this isn’t a great doodle) I had to own it.

Frigatebirds are known for stealing food from other birds… they’re pirates.

Pine Nuts, Pesto & Pizza

“Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza.” ~ Dave Barry

I made something recently that I hated. I mean, I ate it because I was hungry and it was dinner, but because it had basil and garlic in it the comparison with pesto was there in my mind (the word “pesto” in the recipe’s title didn’t help). The red flags: very little olive oil and no nuts of any kind. It was one of the few things I’ve tried that Dana didn’t finish. It was so, so disappointing.

I figured I had some making up to do after that kitchen nightmare, so I made pesto. Real pesto, with pine nuts and olive oil… and miso.

I know, I know. Loads of folks will look down their noses with disdain: “you can’t make pesto without cheese.” Well, to those folks I say, “suck it.” When a member of your household is, ahem, “dairy limited” (nothing from a mammal, thank you very much), you have to find ways around that particular challenge, and believe it or not, substituting a light miso for parmesan works very well in this application.

In addition to making the pesto (which, aside from toasting the pine nuts and letting them cool doesn’t take very long), I made some dough, oven roasted some tomatoes (at the least the kitchen was warm all afternoon) and made some cashew cream… pizza!

Good stuff.

Getting Some Perspective

“In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.” ~ Unknown

I’m taking a short workshop right now, and one of our assignments was to draw some buildings in perspective.

This isn’t anything I haven’t done before, but I’ve never done it particularly well. At least not from a freehand perspective. You see, I’m not really very good at drawing straight lines… enough said.

So for our last assignment I pulled out an 11×17 piece of paper and did it the old fashioned way, with a ruler. (You can see the lines going off to the vanishing points at the sides.)

And it’s NOT from life. It was raining cats & dogs so I stayed inside and drew from a photo.

Here’s the ink version.

It’s not finished, but the assignment was to do some sketches.

Despite its imperfections, I enjoyed this doodle a lot. I forget how much I like perspective and rarely get the opportunity to look at buildings this way.

I should change that.

Tuna Does Vegas

“I believe that in a great city, or even in a small city or a village, a great theater is the outward and visible sign of an inward and probable culture.” ~ Laurence Olivier

It’s easy to forget, being bombarded by television and movies, that there are a great many talented and experienced actors who don’t work in Hollywood, or on Broadway.

I had the privilege of living in New York for almost a decade, and in that time I got to see some great theater. But most of the Shakespearean plays I’ve seen were staged at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, a Tony-winning regional summer stock company. Last summer in Nova Scotia we went to see a lively fundraising revue at Chester’s playhouse.

Spokane gets travelling Broadway shows, but the venue they use has awful acoustics, so if you’re even a little bit off center, you can’t hear what’s going on. (Consequently, Spamalot sounded as it would if you were driving through a tunnel listening to it on your cell phone. Disappointing.)

If, however, you hit some of the local companies, you won’t be disappointed.

A couple of summers ago, I got to see The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee performed in Coeur d’Alene by a regional summer stock company — it was hilarious, and the theater (at North Idaho College) was great.

And last night we went to see Tuna Does Vegas at Interplayers, Spokane’s professional resident theater.

Hilarious. And it was another fun venue — you can see and hear everything from almost every seat in the house.

Here’s the best part: we got to go with some friends, so not only was the show entertaining, we got to spend some time with some lovely people. After the show we stopped by the restaurant around the corner for drinks, snacks and conversation.

That sounds amazing, doesn’t it?

Paying Taxes Can Be Amazing

“Taxes, after all, are dues that we pay for the privileges of membership in an organized society.” ~ Franklin D. Roosevelt

Today’s (well, yesterday’s) amazing thing: I paid my state business taxes.

It would be mostly true to say that the postal service made more on the stamp than the state did from my business income. My business income last year was very, very small. But there was a little bit of it, and now it’s been reported and the state taxes have been paid.

It’s not big. It’s barely significant. But it was the right thing to do, and for that reason it’s today’s one amazing thing.

Do One Amazing Thing

“Better to do something imperfectly than nothing flawlessly.” ~ unknown

I have to admit, I’m kind of in a funk.

It’s winter, and that’s a part of it for sure. I’m not an “outdoorswoman” in the strictest sense of the word, but I’m a person who really likes to go outside for a little while every day to go for a walk. That gets a little bit more difficult when it’s safer to walk in the middle of the street dodging traffic than it is to walk on sidewalks because they’re so snowy and icy (although I have to admit that I love my Yaktrax.)

Part of it is spending too much time keeping up with current events. Bummer.

And maybe part of it is coming to the conclusion that what I thought I wanted to do with my life, I don’t actually want to do anymore. I’ve got all of these skills that I’ve spent years gathering and working on, and when it comes right down to it, I love the discipline but don’t care for the work… so now what?

Now I find a new path, one that is amazing.

Rather than crash around blindly, my new anti-blue-funk strategy is to do one amazing thing every day.

Let’s define amazing, so nobody gets the impression that I’m talking about scaling Everest. No, I’m talking about doing something that makes me feel happy, or enlightened, or like I’m making a contribution to the world, or something that makes me feel exhilarated or appreciative. Something that, when I think about it, I would admire if another person did it. Something that would make me think, “hey, I should try that.”

Or something that I don’t enjoy but need to do because it’s part of what it means to live like a grown-up… like going to the dentist (which I did yesterday, thank you very much).

Most of these things won’t be big, or even significant. But they will require a decision and an action.

My first amazing thing: take a bellydance class.

Painting depicting a bellydancer, by Jean-Léon Gérôme, via wikipedia.

I’ve been wanting to find a dance class for a while. I danced all through my teenage years, and I enjoy moving to music. I’m not a teenager anymore (and haven’t been for a really long time), my knees aren’t in the greatest shape — and, truth be told, neither am I — but I found a beginning bellydance class through the parks department, and ta-dah!

It’s so much fun, and a huge challenge. Imagine having to figure out how to walk and chew gum at the same time, only you don’t have the skills required to either walk or chew gum… it’s kind of like that. I’m so bad it’s got to be comical (or pathetic) to watch, but the teacher is lovely and very skilled, and since we’re all beginners we’re all in the same boat.

And because it reminds me that it’s OK to be a beginner (and to be really bad at something), it’s my first amazing thing.

Puppy Bowl!

“Optimist: Day-dreamer more elegantly spelled” ~ Mark Twain

After working through the weekend to finish a couple of projects, I’m itching for an afternoon off. This afternoon was spent with the DVR (to watch last Friday’s episode of Grimm), and a glance around the interwebs.

Animal Planet announced their Puppy Bowl VI lineup! Whee!

(I’ll be watching the Super Bowl, but how can you resist these puppies?!)

Update: I was so taken in by the cuteness that I failed to realize that this year’s puppy bowl is actually Puppy Bowl VIII… this video is old… but still cute!

What happens when you have nothing (nice) to say?

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Well THAT’S a dry spell, huh?

What’s been going on lately? Um, nothing.

No, wait, that’s not true.

We went to DC for Christmas. It was wonderful. I have no good photos of the experience. We went to the National Zoo, and the Museum of Natural History, to the National Gallery and Air & Space.

At the zoo I came face to face with a king vulture as he loped over to the front of his enclosure. (Vultures do that on the ground, you know. They can walk and run, but they seem to be most comfortable galloping.) We had a moment of mutual consideration. (You might commune with a whale or dolphin and consider it communication, but birds don’t seem to be communicative in that way.) It was amazing.

At Air & Space we marveled over the Wright Brothers exhibit, and then the manned space missions exhibit. Did you know that those two “events” were less than 70 years apart? Really, how amazing is it that we went from not having flying machines to going into space?

Flight 85: Orville in flight, covering a distance of approximately 1,760 feet in 40 1/5 seconds; Huffman Prairie, Dayton, Ohio. Public domain photo from the Library of Congress, via Wikipedia.

How cool is it that the Wright brothers got inspired by the notion of flight and then did the work to make it happen? And how amazing is it that with equipment that looked like it could have been purchased at the hardware store, we sent men (and chimps and dogs) into space? Trial and error. Test and refine. Learn as you go. Keep going.

There were clearly some great minds at work there, and an overabundance of courage.

And I’m sorry, but I’m just not getting that in my real life. Presidential politicis? Puh-leeze. Wall Street? Right. Did you know that a lot of brokerage houses want nothing to do with you if your assets are valued at less than $250,000? I’m tempted to become a financial planner just to deal with the “poor.” (According to Merrill Lynch you’re poor if you have less than $100,000 in assets.) The message I’m hearing is that we’re supposed to be able to pay for our own insurance, and retirement, in an economy where traditional savings vehicles no longer work the way they used to, and we’re just supposed to know how to do that… at least until we’ve accumulated enough wealth to make it worth it for a financial advisor. What?!

OK, so it’s time to ignore that TV machine.

One of our local parks is renovating their “mirror” pond to make it pretty… and pretty much devoid of ducks and frogs and turtles. We live in an age where kids don’t know how to behave in the presence of nature, which leads them to trample wetland plants, threaten herons with baseball bats and carry turtles around with them (instead of leaving them be and observing them). I’m not sure how sterilizing an already man-made pond helps with that.

See? What did I tell you? I’m Debbie Downer… sigh.

My self-assigned task for the next week: seek out inspiration.

Other things on the to-do list: find a job (I see a change in direction on the horizon), draw more (better than therapy!) and cook some yummy non-food-hangover-inducing food.

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.” ~ Christmas Hymn, 1st verse, author unknown

I’m a little loosy-goosier than the average person, and I’ve never really been a type-A overachiever, but I must admit I’ve never really understood the follow-the-natural-rhythms-of-the-year crowd’s exhortation that we slow down in the winter.

It’s not like I can’t see it happening all around me in the natural world. Most of the birds are gone (except for the juncos, the goldfinches who overwinter in our neighborhood, and a few chickadees), the yard goes dormant, there’s a lot less sunlight and it’s a whole lot colder.

I just thought it shouldn’t affect me so much, but I’m finding — especially as I get older — that it does.

I naturally go to bed a little bit earlier and read more before going to sleep. It’s harder to wake up (or get out of bed) in the dark, cold mornings to go to the gym or do some yoga before starting my day. I not only look forward to my morning coffee, I find I actually need it to get going.

Starting in about mid-November, I live in layers: camisole, t-shirt, sweater, fleece jacket, warm jacket, plus a scarf, gloves and maybe a hat, if it’s bitterly cold outside. And socks… thick warm, dry socks. I have a wardrobe of winter shoes: boots for walking around in snow, muck boots for shoveling snow, boots for cold and dry weather, hiking shoes, waterproof slip-on clogs, and, of course, slippers.

I even crave slow, warm food in the winter: beans, stews, roasted fruits and veg, baked goods of all stripes. The oven goes on for hours at a time while I figure out what I can bake next — or if the oven should go through a self-cleaning cycle — because if the oven is on, the kitchen warms up.

I get it, intellectually. I do. Physically it seems to be an imperative — you can’t scurry on slushy snow without risking injury (especially if you live on a big hill). But while winter slows me down physically I find my anxiety level ramping up. Why is is so dark all the time?! Why can’t I seem to get s*&% done?! Instead of going fallow for a little while, I lament my inability to work at the same pace I do for the rest of the year.

I don’t have a solution, except to admit that maybe it’s time to get on board with the follow-the-natural-rhythms-of-the-year folk. Maybe for the winter, slow(er) should be the new fast. Maybe I should just put on an extra sweater and see if I can pick out any extra details I miss when running around at break-neck speed is the norm.

Or maybe I should just take a nap… until spring.