31 July 2007

birth of a nation

birth of a nation

In the projection booth at the Majestic. It was a privilege to have the freedom to search all the nooks and crannies of a hundred year old theatre. Not something the average movie patron gets to do. It started as a vaudeville theatre in 1906, adding a screen several years later. Glenn and I saw many a foreign and oddball film there during the nineties. In the winter, it was widely known to wear your warmest boots and bring along a blanket, 'cuz the heating was nearly nonexistent. The screen was easily taken down though as this is also where we first saw several Cherry Pop Burlesque shows!

The place has seen some trouble the past few years. It's been a night club for a while now, and has had it's share of early morning bar brawls/arrests. It's doors closed earlier this year. But a new owner has just taken over and he's revamping the place. That's why we were there actually. He had an "everything must go" sale, so we bought ourselves a rather cartoonish looking chair. Thought it'd make for some good photo ops. I'll be sure to share whatever we come up with. Well, nearly anything.

30 July 2007

rat fink was here

rat fink was here

Before I go on about this "cherry ride", I'd like to thank all of you who voted in my poll! Tonight we enjoyed salmon on the grill topped with mango salsa! Oh baby, that's good eating! I attempted a photo of it, but the sun was already going down and the dining room lights on that salmony skin...well, let's just say, it tasted better than it looked.

Instead, I offer you a (double) shot I took of our pal, Rick's roadster from the old car show in town last week. He's looking to sell it, so this baby can be yours for just $11,750! That's more than he's asking, but I just tacked on a $250 commision for posting it on my blog. So, please feel free to contact me directly, and I will be sure let him know!

29 July 2007

meme

I just discovered that Dan @ All That Comes With It, has tagged me, so I will commence to bore you with the following topic titled: Birth - School - Work - Death in one sentence each.

Birth: "The news just announced Kennedy's been shot, but I can't hear anything over that screaming kid!"

School: "We think she has great potential, if she would just exert herself."

Work: "You're a great asset to our organization, yet I'm at a loss to figure out where all this anger comes from."

Death: "We warned her that the running of the bulls was not a wise vacation choice for an eighty-eight year old."

In turn, I tag Alt-[Frames], and TLC

I have some appropriate accompaniment for this post, but Dan will to have to teach me how to share a protected song.

they go up

they go up

Backstage at the Majestic.

Haven't taken any photos this week. It's too hot and dry. I'm working too much. Two good reasons for not picking up a camera.

We helped Olive move today. It was basically four carloads of costumes. You should really go check out her photos as she had a very unique experience this weekend that clearly out does anything I've done...in my lifetime.

25 July 2007

goose bumps

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I'm actually a bit disappointed in how many of the photos I took this weekend, just plain sucked. Too many were out of focus. I could blame my neck injury. Yes, I think I shall. I haven't been able to move it to the left for over two weeks now. My right arm is numb too. Do you think I've been putting in too many hours at work? hmmm. Sitting here at 11:30 p.m. processing and uploading photos isn't really helping matters either, is it?

I am going to take a break from blogging for a few days though. Only because my computer is so overflowing with porn, some thing's gotta give. I need to stop shooting everything in raw. That's digital raw, not porn raw, btw. In the case of Dr. Sketchy's it just happens to go both ways.

When I return, the poll should be up! Look forward to eating as I'm feeling a bit peckish.

24 July 2007

is it getting hot in here?

is it getting hot in here?

So says the Debauch-o-meter anyway! This little invention of Glenn's, rates the crowd of their debauchery. For now, it requires manual adjustment. We're still a low-budget operation after all.

Keep up with all our crazy shenanigans here, and here.

Will process more tomorrow. I know how much you all like for me to keep the flesh coming!

23 July 2007

pg-13

pg-13

Just when you think I'm going to lay another innocent image of my Gramma on you. Wham! Some t&a comin' atcha! Seriously, I'm not really going for any specific niche here, am I? The sixteen people who frequent this blog have probably come to expect the unexpected by now, and it would be safe to guess, you're just as fucked up as I am.

Friday: Kittens bowling! Stay tuned!!

(Suckers.)

22 July 2007

wake me at milking time

wake me at milking time

By the looks of the container sitting at Gramma's side, it appears one of her chores this day was waxing the car. Not one hundred percent on that though, if anyone would care to take a more educated guess.

20 July 2007

sisters

sisters

Ermine, Emmoline, Ione, Adeline. Taken mid-1940's, at their Grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary.

It wasn't until I typed out their names that I realized, how the heck do you spell those names? I know I have Gramma's (Emmoline) right. They went by Erm, Em, Ione and Ad. I can complicate things more by telling you those are their middle names. For some reason, many people went by their middle names back then. But that was usually because there would be three generations of Marys. These girls weren't named after anyone. My Gramma's real name is either Lowella or Lovella. I can't recall because no one has ever called her that, and I didn't know this fact myself until I was about twenty. Ione is Gramma's twin. (She's the Lowella or Lovella to Gramma's...oh nevermind) Whether those are Erm's and Ad's first name? I have no clue. Erm too was a twin but she died at birth. Their mother, my Great-gramma was also a twin. All fraternal. Those Prussian/German girls produced eggs like it they were supplying a caviar factory!

There are two more sisters not shown! To be named another day.

19 July 2007

this lake is missing something...

this lake is missing something...

Gramma, 1938.

I wonder what year the tennis shoe was invented. No matter what Gramma or Grampa were doing in these photo albums, they're wearing some pretty sensible shoes. Although I suppose garters and girdles weren't very comfortable, so foot discomfort was probably the norm.

Hell. Their idea of fun was going to a waterless lake.

18 July 2007

cherish youth, but trust old age

cherish youth, but trust old age

My Mom's Mom, age 17. Luke requested I make her "chocolate cookies with the marshmallow on them" for his birthday earlier this month. Which I did. He also asked for the recipe but I hadn't gotten around to sending it yet. Since I was posting her photo, I thought this would be a good opportunity to just share it with all! My additions in italics.

>>Gramma Revling's Chocolate Cookies<<
3/4 cup lard (half butter, half crisco)
1 cup sugar
1 egg
2 heaping tab cocoa
>>Mix together until smooth.
3/4 cup sour milk (a dash of vinegar will sour it)
with 1/2 teasp. (baking)soda dissolved in the sour milk.
1/2 teasp. cream tartar sifted in
2 cups flour
2/3 cup walnuts (optional for me, please)
1 teasp. vanilla
pinch salt.
>>Bake. (7-8 minutes at 375• is about right.)
Then put 1/2 marshmallow on, put back in oven short time, (don't let marshmallow brown, just puff up a bit) then frost with chocolate frosting—
1 lb. pd. sugar
2 tab. cocoa
vanilla
milk or cream to soften
(go easy on the milk, you don't want it too runny. allow cookies to cool completely first. enjoy!)

He wanted my recipe for Monster Cookies too, which through the magic of the interweb, resides here!

17 July 2007

three crows in a fountain

three crows in a fountain

Technically, it's a pool but that would have been even more lost on you.

I'm headed down to Chicago tomorrow night for an outdoor concert. Unless it rains, then I'll be back here pouting.

Oh, about the poll below! Maybe I should've warned people it was down there, or let it run a little longer then two days. Or started a campaign to drum up votes for Groucho! Unfortunately, I did none of those things. In turn, I'm highly disappointed in all of you.

Tom Selleck. baaaah!

16 July 2007

you're gonna get so scared

you're gonna get so scared

You know how I said we didn't buy anything at the art fair? What I meant to say was, we didn't buy anything Saturday! Yesterday we went back and blew a wad on this baby. I'm weak. Actually, we've been seeing Nicario Jimenez's work for years now, and ten years ago, we probably wouldn't have been able to afford it. So every year we just walk through his booth amazed over the detail and how he puts his heart and soul into these miniatures called retablos. Go to his site and click on his name for his background. I don't think the gallery does justice to his work, but maybe he wants it that way. As he mentions, other people are using his name to sell similar pieces. The card I have, says he also has a retablo on permanent collection at the Smithsonian! We've already told our boys, our purchases now may not impress them, but when they start auctioning off our art in fifty years, they'll be able to afford that condo in Florida!

Or come to find out, we had shitty taste.

14 July 2007

forward!

forward!

I consider myself fortunate to live thirty-five minutes from downtown Madison. Some well needed culture just a quick buzz up the interstate. This weekend is Art Fair on the Square, which we've attended every year for as long as Glenn and I have been together. This is the first year, however, we did not make a purchase. Nothing really jumped out at us. Well, I did like these handmade purses, but that's a little harder to justify as an art investment to your husband.

"The square" of which this art fair takes place, is the block surrounding the capital and is beautiful in of itself. All too often I simply run inside the building to do nothing more than take a pee while all the tourists are standing with necks cranked back, admiring the ornateness of it all. Every once in a while, I remind myself to look up.

13 July 2007

by the numbers

by the numbers

Unrelated to this image in anyway, I wish to make a formal statement:

Greg is a jerk.

I'm not being cruel or opinionated making that statement. He's professed himself how he has hung his children over the ledge of tall buildings by their ankles, and has kicked more then his fair share of fallen elderly. I find his story telling of these escapades very amusing. Plus it's endearing how he shoves the palm of hand into his nose when he's nervous. He does this a lot. Or at least when I'm around, and it's just occurred to me, that maybe I make him nervous.

Let's back up to this whole story about him not holding the door for me. It's a little more complicated then a man not holding a door open for a woman, which he has lead you to believe. We work together, and one morning I was following him into the building, approximately ten paces behind. We need a keycard to enter and according to Greg, he saw me in the reflection of the door and let it shut and lock just three seconds before I would've reached it. Pretty crass, right? I called him a prick under my breathe, but really, it wasn't like it was the middle of winter and my arms were full of food for the needy. I believe now it was the fear of having to walk up three flights of stairs with me.

An hour later, he emails me racked with guilt. He thought it'd be funny, he said. Well now a month has passed and he's still in anguish. Ok, maybe not anguish, but he's rehashing the event. Possibly even losing sleep over the whole thing. In the process, I've gained is an insight of how easily guilt-laden he is and plan to use that to my advantage.

Fact is, we have known each other nine years now, and I have invited him and his family over to my home no less then nine times. He's declined each time. He's only invited me and my husband to do something once, which we accepted, but this was only because Dan and Kerry were in town, and if he hadn't included us, he knew I'd most likely be upset. You see? There's that whole fear thing again. Maybe I'm sending off some type of signals saying I will firebomb your house if you cross me. (I don't think he's looked up my criminal record though.)

All of this is theory, of course, and having never taken any type of psychology class, it may just be me blowing smoke out of my ass. But if I were to wager, I'd say he's reading this right now with his hand pressed up against his nose.

11 July 2007

a suspense filled evening

a suspense filled evening

I was in the process of taking some lovely photos of crap, this book included, when Kensi decided she needed some lap time. Glenn is behind the camera for this one, and we hadn't really planned this shot. I just grabbed the book to look studious and discovered that each time I gasped, Kensi would turn and look at me as if to say "what just happened?!" I found it pretty adorable. I'm pug-gullible like that. Normally, I'm not too keen on posting photos of myself, but humor trumps self image any day.

Not to mention you get to indulge in a little cleavage action! Oh yeah, I'm gonna get the hits now, baby!!

UPDATE.... I should mention we went to concerts on the square again tonight, and I was checking my peep's links below and noticed that tlc has already posted an image of Olive and myself from tonight's event! Looking quite as you'd expect listening to a live orchestra. Wow, first you never see me, now you wish I'd crawl back under that rock.

10 July 2007

veronica and britney

veronica and britney

Overheard as I past...

Veronica: I know! Right? And he was like all over me the day before, so I'm like, whatever!
Britney: He so does not deserve you, sistafriend!
Veronica: ...telling me I smell like onions! Lotta nerve he's got!!
Britney: He's such a total asshole!

09 July 2007

rockin' out!

rockin' out!

This spry young man was jammin' with about 5-6 of his cohorts Saturday, playing the Farmer's Market. Temps were reaching 90ยบ and it looked to me like he might've been getting a little pink in the knees. Good excuse to ask the Mrs. for a rub down, if you catch my drift.

Oh, seven nation army, incase you were wondering.

08 July 2007

madison

madison

Yesterday, it being 7-7-07, I spent the day documenting it. Afterall, if I didn't, who would?

06 July 2007

carrots ala chihuly

carrots ala chihuly

When I loaded this image, I couldn't help but see the similarities between it and the work of Dale Chihuly. Do you think he was walking around the farmer's market one day when all of a sudden it hit him what to do with his life? There's a very good chance this epiphany happened in Madison too, as he studied here!

This image inspired me to make some dip.

05 July 2007

cherry sundae

cherry sundae

Been a very hectic few days. Still working insane hours. Yesterday we ran back up to Madison to pick up our auction purchase from the Majestic, then spent the rest of the day cleaning and cooking to prepare for today. The older boy turns 26 today, so we're having us a shindig with about thirty people invited to drop in! Only eighteen have actually confirmed so I could have a full weekend of consuming leftover liquor ahead. Woe is me.

02 July 2007

accompaniment

accompaniment

The other guy was playing a dryer.

Ok, stupid joke. Really the other guy was playing a steel guitar, and they sounded pretty awesome! This guy really knew his way around a washboard. Why, just look how clean that suit is!

[I don't think Letterman's people will be calling me anytime soon for my joke writing abilities.]

01 July 2007

it's actually a giant slurpy

it's actually a giant slurpy

This gentleman stood outside Brocach Irish Pub and Restaurant yesterday giving it his all. Which confuses me a bit as I thought bagpipes were Scottish. As there is no Scottish restaurant in town, this must be his only option. Besides, a Scottish restaurant would have a hard time finding patrons. Oh, snap!

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this blog is my "live" photo album of sorts. occasionally, i'll throw in some art i've done or some work of my husband's as he's an artist as well. we have a nice yard in a quiet neighborhood with two pugs and a cat, all black. which most of my photos will attest too. ;) i'd love to hear from you, but happy for you to just browse. hope you find something to make you smile. b.