Ceramics

You've been waiting for this, I know.  I thought I would use a real camera but then I would never get it done, and I am in a productive mood.

Let's start with the crap.

My teacher passed right over these in the critique, ha ha ha.  These were originally going to be bookends, attached to slabs of clay and standing upright.  I was going to make signs from ASL to say "I'm fine."  The green should be resting on its unfinished side and pointing to the chest, and the purple should be standing up with the thumb touching the chest.  I started these early on when I was still floundering for ideas and by the next day I had a better idea and abandoned this project.  By the last firing, these two were still sitting on my shelf wrapped in plastic and I thought I would just throw them in for no good reason.  My friend in the class thought they would make funny paperweights.

This is also not my favorite.  I liked it better unglazed.  If I had more time I would have made him much bigger with defined spikes.

I do like this.  I left most of it unglazed and just used black and a little pink on her ears.

Tracy thinks she looks like a giraffe, which is fine.  She's already part goat, part bat, part sheep...

Wow, that was a little dark.  Sorry.  I sent out my other project, which were little puzzle pieces.  I took pictures of them but I can't find them right now.

This is my favorite.

Chris thinks we ought to make tiles and sell them as flooring.

Who doesn't love a random picture blog?

I just finished this puzzle.

It wasn't the most difficult puzzle, but it had some neat shapes.

Ant wants me to do this one next.

He told me he was going to pick out my next puzzle and I knew he'd pick that one- he's been eyeing it since I bought six puzzles at Savers on Tuesday.  I usually follow DadnPatti's old "No Landscapes" policy, but it was only 80 cents and it does look neat.  And I am a masochist.

I tried to get Ant to change his mind and choose the other hidden picture puzzle.

"But I picked it with looooooove," he said.

Great.

"Which one are you going to do?" he asked, grinning.

"The damn Australia one, and you know it!"

"Because I picked it with loooooooove."

While I'm here and because I'll never get to it again, here are some other random pictures.

Here is Ant at the laundromat.

He got one of the school trumpets, thank god, and he seems to be picking it up fine.

Chris, on the other hand...

Dad got me some birthday shoes in San Diego.

They are Dr. Scholl's and have built in massaging gel so now I can honestly say that I'm gellin', but then I would have to stab myself for being so obnoxious.

San Diego Pictures

Note to self: Buy more toothpaste.

Here I am with my Aunt Susan modeling flowers from Dad's front yard.

I burned my poor wittle wegs at the beach so Dad went out to his yard and got me some aloe.

We went back to the beach later for dinner.  Here's Susan.

I love succulents.  I don't know if that pea looking thing is a succulent, but it looks like it and I want it.

Here is Susan playing with bubble wrap.  The damn things were nearly unpoppable.

Me and my cousin Niki finally seeing each other after 22 years.  Apparently I inherited only half of Mom's can't-smile-without-squinting condition.

Here I am with Niki and her friend Rox.  Niki and I are texting each other in order to have a private conversation at the table.

Here is Dad as a young'un.

Dad's friend must have made a hundred of these cookies.  Be thankful I'm not showing you the cake.

Dad played some songs at his party.

I also got him in red.

This is at the meditation garden.  I was fascinated by the koi.

He is a very hungry hippo.

Maybe the photography class will not be so bad.

Here's me, Dad, and some lady.

Yay!

Blogs

I am sitting in Dad's office in San Diego at 10:42 at night when I should be packing my crap and going to sleep.  I have been staying up late here and reading the book my aunt Kate bought for me.  When I return I will have lots of fun telling you about my trip but for now I will just tell you that I am tired and ready to sleep.  That said, I will probably go pack, then read my book, then listen to Chris's ipod and put on silent concerts in the bathroom mirror.

Tracy, I'm sorry that I am so obviously annoyed with you but I told you I would not be very happy if you didn't come.  I'm glad you enjoyed the pictures.

It is going to take a lot of writing to tell you about this trip and to come to terms with it.  It was emotionally draining, especially after finishing that class and immediately running off to San Diego.  I am really tired.  Dad burned a bunch of pictures for me so you can look forward to lots of pictures both from this trip and older stuff, though I'm not sure I'll be able to top the Arizona pics.

I have a little time to crank out the blogs before the fall semester starts but there's lots to do, like order books and apply for graduation!  Yay!  It will still be busy, but blogs will start arriving shortly.  Woo-hoo!

Summer classes suck.

I need one more paragraph for my last paper in Fear, Risk & Rhetorical Criticism.  Then I have to write that frigging cover letter AND create a handout defining the method I created and how to use it.  I am over it.  Tomorrow I have to go to school to turn this paper in and present my method to the class.  Then I have to go to the laundromat, pack, and get on a plane.  I am tired, this is ridiculous, and I am over it.

How about the castanets?

Ant just brought me a form to sign for 6th grade band.

"My first choice is trumpet, my second choice is trombone."

"How about the recorder?" I asked.  Good grief!  I have to buy a trumpet?  I looked at the form and asked him why he wanted trumpet.  It's not much of a mystery, really.  The options are flute, clarinet, trumpet, and trombone.  The last man I saw playing a flute was Ron Burgundy.  Even the clarinet is kind of girly.

"Well, that's what Daddy said..."

Am I insane or overreacting if I am seriously annoyed that this was decided without me?  I am not the only one who brings in money, but I am the one who handles the finances.  Great!  I asked Ant what was wrong with the choir.

"I don't like to sing."

"Yeah, but your voice is free."

Arg arg arg.  Honestly, I don't give a shit if he plays the tuba, but I am royally annoyed that I was left out of this conversation.

I am having a "Goddammit, Chris" kind of day.  I am also having a "What the hell am I doing with this paper" kind of day.  I don't even know what the hell I am talking about, but I am very convincing in my argument.

What's due tomorrow is a rough draft and I would feel better about what I'm writing if it made any sense to me.  My teacher says all my papers start off a mess (my words, not hers) and come together by page 3.  What I have here instead is a really cohesive effort spent on pages 1 and 2.  And I mean cohesive like organization, not cohesive like the argument fits together.  Not yet, anyway.  I don't even know if this will fly because there isn't much method involved.  YET!  Just not yet.

I just talked to Chris briefly about the instrument thing- he said it was a very brief conversation.  Ahhhhhhhhhhh.  This is more of Ant telling us what the deal is.  He confirms this information with himself.  It's just like when the boys came back from the river and I drove Bubba home.  Ant came with me and told me all about how Daddy said he's spending all next weekend at Bubba's while I'm gone.  Later on I overhear Chris talking to Elaine about her coming up here and I ask wait, why did you say Bubba's?

"I didn't tell him that," Chris says.

Either I automatically question everything that comes out of Ant's mouth and he gets mad at me or I believe him and find out that he's just dictating everything again.

"Why do you keep trying to tell everybody what's going on?" I asked Ant.

"It makes me feel older," he said.

Mucha!

I finally finished the puzzle.

The kitty tried to mess it up but I defeated her.