Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Road Trip!

I've had more than my fair share of flying this year. Hanging out in airports for hours awaiting a delayed or canceled flights is not something I want to do again in my foreseeable future.

I bought a new road atlas! Previously the one in our possession was small and most likely printed from surveys made by George Washington himself.
What about one of those new GPS's with the annoying voice? (my son refers to her as "the bitch") Hell no! Getting lost on side roads and finding the most unusual of landmarks is what we do best. You see the new road maps were purchased as a tease only. It will only be used if and when all other delusional senses of navigation leave us totally stranded with the faint sound of banjos wafting in our car windows.

Exactly where are we going? I can name the state, but exact locations will only be revealed as we discover them. Hopefully the weather and the foliage will be all I hope it to be. Cool and colorful.

I am excited! I have but one anxiety over traveling by car - generic fast service restaurants.
Did I say restaurants? There should be another word for places strategically placed by highways, masquerading as places that serve real food.
First of all, I am a picky eater. No burgers! Ah yes..I'll have a portobella and swiss with honey mustard on a hard roll with a side of organic baby greens please.....Right! So after perusing the menu that features shiny happy people ordering stacks of greasy fat laden offerings, I usually order something presumably innocent, like a grilled cheese.

This would be acceptable if it weren't for my curse. Yes I'm cursed, ask anyone who has ever dined with me at places that sound like Waffle Mouse, Penny's, Emerald Wednesdays, and I Skip.

It has come to the point where we nervously start laughing the moment I give my order. We are anticipating the inevitable. My plate is served, I take an entrenching tool and carefully prod at my food as if I'm expecting it to jump and run away without leaving as much as a tip. And there it is. Always. Without fail. One of two equally disgusting and gag reflex producing things : Short curly hair(s) or tiny baby cockroach(s) that became seared to my entree by the grill.

Mind you, this is only on my plate. Whoever is with me will carefully then scrutinize their plate to find nothing amiss, except for the fact that it's cheap generic food.

This happens so often that I have a rehearsed specific dialogue for my server. After all, she/he was only the delivery person, and to my amazement has never had this specific complaint before!

Wish me luck.

I'll take lots of pictures and maybe even get some on site sketching done.
Check out latest watercolor in my galleria, Summer Croton.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I'm back and with a New Web Addiction

I'm back, and much to the joy of my furry creature.

He was pissed that I was leaving and camped out in my suitcase attempting to stowaway. I had a great time with my son, daughter in law, new baby girl, my daughter and her adorable 2 year old. We did the zoo, the parks, the university, and the pool. Also shopping, cooking and some hanging out. Love them dearly, but alas, I'm glad to be home. I crashed...knew I would, but nothing a little rest didn't fix.

So, my new web find...
No, I didn't find a new "liberal arts" site.

A friend turned me onto a site I love, and as an added bonus it doesn't keep me glued to the screen or the keyboard. I can keep busy at my desk or easel and enjoy it without even looking. (Unlike the hours that have been lost to games somebody's sister posted. You know who you are.)

The site is Pandora - The Music Genome Project. Intrigued by the title? I was too. Try it out. You log on, plug in a few names of your favorite singers or songs (even the obscure) and it begins streaming audio of music it chooses based on your preferences. If it plays something you don't like, give it a thumbs down, and it recalculates and plays something else in the genre of your choosing. You actually create your own radio stations, with no audible commercials.

I have one station that's mellow with ballads and folksingers and another one full of heinous rock and roll complete with trashy electric guitar solos. The oldies mix with the new. Folkies playing now...John Prine, Townes Van Zandt, Robert Earl Keen to Cat Stevens and Donovon.

I think music is therapeutic. I usually play CD's but my library is limited. I listen to public radio, but have to leave when they start playing polka or droning on about global warming or politics. ( I get my news from Jon Stewart LOL) My vinyl collection is huge, but changing the disc on the turntable isn't conducive to working, so this is a great find.

Speaking of working, I'm still at it. I completed two large canvases of Italian landscapes for a commission before I left. Sorry can't share, I don't own the copy write...it was work for hire. Not a big deal, I was a hired brush, much like in my previous life. Money is good though, but I prefer to play on my own without fulfilling someone else's expectations.

I have three works in progress at the moment and will share when I decide one is done. (always hard to tell)