This is a post about scrubbing. Scrubbing a trailer.  That’s what we do down here in Silverton, we scrub a trailer.

Actually, I was doing most of the scrubbing.  Sylvia wraps and sorts and labels things very well.  We took down all of the curtains and bedspreads and labeled them with these charming paint swatches (from who knows when) for posterity.  After we were done we sat around and talked about how Sylvia wants to put pictures of Spock over her bed, so she can look at them when she goes to sleep, and then I thought maybe I should put pictures of Joaquin over my bed.  At least polaroids or photobooth shots.  Maybe I can get her that cookie jar of Spock’s head and she can take it to a photobooth so there can be pictures of them together, too–

I have the best ideas.

P.S. This Saturday night People’s Art Gallery opens “Out of the Box,” a sculpture show, that I’m a part of.  Drinks, snacks, and tons of 8×8 art for $60! Brilliant.

At any rate, it precipitated some shuffling.

Other than that, things are more or less the same.

So I don’t want to pretend like it was ever great shakes in the first place, but my photography has gone a bit shit. Luckily, I think Temboo is going to be setting up regular office space in town soon, which should mean that I’ll be out a lot more. Cross your fingers.

They were unlined, made out of wool, and were intended to be worn into the water. It boggles my mind that this was a thing that people were willing to do at one time.

Ads in the Paris metro sit in metal frames. Sometimes this is obvious, sometimes it’s obfuscated.

Assorted metro scenes.

Here’s a picture I took a while ago of Hazel and the cat. If you can’t tell, the book Hazel is reading is “The Fact of a Doorframe” by Adrienne Rich.

The proprietress said that she’d bought it for the store in order to create an industrial feel, but nobody had ever managed to figure out how to make the damn thing work. We took it home and Hazel found a manual for it on the manufacturer’s web site. As she read out loud I flipped the clock face up to expose its works and set the time.

I managed to get it working at some expense to my thumbs (if you look, you can see that the bottom stamps are from before I set the clock, whereas the top stamp shows the proper date.)

And here it is as part of a charming domestic tableau.

It’s all archaic and German, meaning that it’s heavy and sounds great. The first things I played on it was this:

which I have been carting around with me un-listened to for years. The story behind this is that I received the record at a goodbye party for myself at the end of 2004 (if I recall correctly), and hadn’t been near equipment I judged up to the task since. I think it was worth the wait.

Speaking of early birthday presents, I got a camera in the mail this morning (from the mum.) I’ve been sort of bemoaning the lack of precision in my current camera for ages, meaning I’m really, really excited about this. So naturally the first thing I did when it arrived was break out the old camera and take a picture of it all zoomed in because it sort of looks like a dick.

Artist at work, folks, artist at work.

But once that was done I got back into being intrigued by everyday objects seen through the lens, which is something I always find rewarding.

I’m cutting my own hair these days.  It’s going alright, I spose.  A one-two punch of thrift and whimsy, two of my favorite things.  I’m certainly happier about it than this photo implies.

This weekend I made a dutch pancake that turned out especially nice.  I’ve taken to grating a generous amount of nutmeg into the butter before the pan goes into the oven, and adding sea salt and vanilla to the batter.

In a moment of excess, I sauteed blueberries in a bit of butter and cinnamon, and then threw whipped cream over the works.  Here is jmags’ helping:

It’s not pretty, I know, but it started the day out right.

Small comforts (whipped cream, for instance) seem extra important in the face of frightening cuts in my particular field, education.  It does appear that my position is secure, but the ramifications of being under funded this year and potentially for the forseeable future are disheartening.  Yes, the stimulus may end up temporarily rescuing us.  But that is not an adequate permanent solution.  I’m telling all of my little goslings to go to college — any college they can.  Now is not a good time to be fresh out of high school and entering the job market.

The best way to keep my mind off of these things is to keep my hands busy, and I’ve been doing that, too (beyond my efforts as a barber).  Another little vessel in the series:

The degree of asymmetry isn’t apparent here, otherwise it’s a good likeness.  I like the direction they are headed — I think there is a small but important refining process happening that will hopefully end with a set of coherent visual principles, principles that can then be carried out over a true series of works.

If I’m really lucky, that’s how it will go with the haircuts, too.

What I had hoped to do was use the Dremel to slice strips off of a roll of aluminum siding and then fix them to a piece of wood to create a desk. So some siding was rolled out, and I started cutting, but the metal didn’t want to stay flat, and it managed to flex in a way that pinched the Dremel’s blade, and the thing totally shattered. After this I went back to the hardware store, where I bought the metal cutters you can see behind the bottle of German mineral water in that picture.

After this failure to use the Dremel, there was another one, during the course of which I left the tool at a friend’s, and then I skipped town. After a substantial stretch of time, it has been returned to me. Now, I didn’t really miss it whilst it was away, but having it again makes me feel like I should find something cool to do with it. We’ll see.