Click on the title to jettison over to a You paid for it segment on the Gustine cobblestones then please, PLEASE explain to me why Aunt Flo (late for a BOA meeting) didn't want her backside filmed.
A friend called moments after this aired this evening to say, What a career breaker!
But wait, it gets worse: At a meeting two weeks ago a neighbor who lives on Gustine told us that the cobbles had been tossed into a dumpster. Perhaps it was a salvage dumpster, I suggested.
No, he said, there were being tossed into a dumpster with all the other debris.
When the City removed the circle garden for Marti's garden the stones went back to the City yard.
11/25/08
11/23/08
11/21/08
Psychedelic Dog Grooming in TGS
One day I was driving around not minding my business when I stopped by The Dog Next Door:
My hair used to be this color 25 years ago.
My hair used to be this color 25 years ago.
Earth Tones
Dreamy mortar with flecks of quartz and white and cream feldspar.
Every single brick presents with an astonishing range of colors:
Mottled ruffled face bricks freckled with round black iron spots.
I want an interior wall of this brick.
Every single brick presents with an astonishing range of colors:
Mottled ruffled face bricks freckled with round black iron spots.
I want an interior wall of this brick.
11/20/08
An Art Deco Haven
Not a corner but a curve.
OK, the mail box is a keeper and the red tile is crazy cool but the awning over the door made me giggle.
Roman brick.
11/13/08
Holy Family
I attended Holy Family grade school (now Marian Middle School) in Tower Grove South. My favorite room was the third floor library which I had little access to, it was rarely open. I didn't know the room existed until I was in the sixth grade.
My infatuation with abstract expressionist painters Mark Rothko and Ad Reinhardt has roots here:
Rothko painting (he was a brick groupie too):
My infatuation with abstract expressionist painters Mark Rothko and Ad Reinhardt has roots here:
Rothko painting (he was a brick groupie too):
11/7/08
Galloping Gertie
Click on the title.
I asked Bad Tim what went wrong:
Modernists were jumping all over each other to create a sleeker, more streamlined suspension bridge, and this one was the absolute masterpiece. Unfortunately, they neglected to account for the heavy winds thru the narrows and didn't realize that they would create a resonance in the span. it was like striking a tuning fork. Once the vibration got started, the wind kept feeding it until it started swaying like that.
This is why suspension bridges are often double-deckers or have deep, open trusses under their decks. It makes the deck stiffer so it won't oscillate a lot of them also use grates for the deck instead of concrete, so the wind can blow thru without setting off the wave action.
It was a gorgeous bridge, though, wasn't it? It's tragic about the dog.
I asked Bad Tim what went wrong:
Modernists were jumping all over each other to create a sleeker, more streamlined suspension bridge, and this one was the absolute masterpiece. Unfortunately, they neglected to account for the heavy winds thru the narrows and didn't realize that they would create a resonance in the span. it was like striking a tuning fork. Once the vibration got started, the wind kept feeding it until it started swaying like that.
This is why suspension bridges are often double-deckers or have deep, open trusses under their decks. It makes the deck stiffer so it won't oscillate a lot of them also use grates for the deck instead of concrete, so the wind can blow thru without setting off the wave action.
It was a gorgeous bridge, though, wasn't it? It's tragic about the dog.
The Corner Store
Way back in the mid century in Tower Grove South many people didn't have cars (most families just had one) and did their grocery hopping within walking distance. Stillwell's Grocery was on Roger which is currently a furniture restoration business. Smaller 'confectionaries' were on every other corner with glass display cases of candy. They also carried the basic staples.
For the weekend family grocery shopping we drove to Kroger's on Grand (now Jay Asia).
There was a room in our basement called the root cellar where canned food was stored on shelves. Anything on sale was bought and hoarded there along with all the necessary items in the event of a nuclear attack from the Commies. It was my dad's version of a bomb shelter.
Back in the 60's this was called Brawley's Confectionary.
For the weekend family grocery shopping we drove to Kroger's on Grand (now Jay Asia).
There was a room in our basement called the root cellar where canned food was stored on shelves. Anything on sale was bought and hoarded there along with all the necessary items in the event of a nuclear attack from the Commies. It was my dad's version of a bomb shelter.
Back in the 60's this was called Brawley's Confectionary.
11/5/08
Re:Viewed in NYC
Click on the title above to see a photo of a necklace I made that's currently on Etsy: Ornate Pressed Glass Necklace with Gold Filigree.
Thanks Moods and Appetite!
Thanks Moods and Appetite!
11/3/08
Brandon models
Last winter and spring I knitted, crocheted and loomed.
I designed huge (and I mean huge) needles that I worked with to draw from 4-5 skeins at a time to create uber thick scarves and hats.
This probably wasn't a good idea. I have arthritis and recently developed a trigger thumb and trigger finger. I had surgery on the thumb but being right hand dominant I'm waiving the trigger finger surgery.
Try performing some basic functions with your non dominant hand and you'll understand.
Back to the knitting: I blame all this on Deborah of course.
I had been reading her blog last fall and became increasingly interested in knitting, something I haven't done in a couple of decades. She has a reverence for the craft and her writing style is intriguing.
After a few months I had bags full of scarves and hats. Needlework is mediative and time consuming. I was neglecting my real source of income: Ebay.
A few days ago I decided it was time to Etsy and Brandon consented to model:
Brandon blogs about his experiences riding the bus/Metro.
His photos remind me of a photographer from the 60's named Larry (I can't remember his last name, help me out) who did black and white photos of his junky crew. I can only describe his work as an unintentional documentation of gritty lives. Bleak images of a heroin saturated existence. A concise and graphic horror show from a guy who probably teethed on Weegee.
One of the Brandon's photos from http://www.blackplanet.com/thecommuterdiaries
I designed huge (and I mean huge) needles that I worked with to draw from 4-5 skeins at a time to create uber thick scarves and hats.
This probably wasn't a good idea. I have arthritis and recently developed a trigger thumb and trigger finger. I had surgery on the thumb but being right hand dominant I'm waiving the trigger finger surgery.
Try performing some basic functions with your non dominant hand and you'll understand.
Back to the knitting: I blame all this on Deborah of course.
I had been reading her blog last fall and became increasingly interested in knitting, something I haven't done in a couple of decades. She has a reverence for the craft and her writing style is intriguing.
After a few months I had bags full of scarves and hats. Needlework is mediative and time consuming. I was neglecting my real source of income: Ebay.
A few days ago I decided it was time to Etsy and Brandon consented to model:
Brandon blogs about his experiences riding the bus/Metro.
His photos remind me of a photographer from the 60's named Larry (I can't remember his last name, help me out) who did black and white photos of his junky crew. I can only describe his work as an unintentional documentation of gritty lives. Bleak images of a heroin saturated existence. A concise and graphic horror show from a guy who probably teethed on Weegee.
One of the Brandon's photos from http://www.blackplanet.com/thecommuterdiaries
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