Well, I have barely begun and already I have had enough...for the moment. The house is much tidier. There is massive organization still to be accomplished but the first dent is made. Soon we shall begin the painting of the wall. Housework must proceed as well! Maybe painting in the morning and some housework in the afternoon.
Changeling becomes more comfortable with her filming devices. It does still make her self-conscious yet she herself is astonished at how she can talk. Just carrying on in a random fashion in a general direction.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The World At Large
I am fortunate in that nothing entertains me as well as my own thoughts. Today I shall have the camera going. The World at large may hear me rambling. Somehow, in this river of digression, I must fish out a business proposal. Maintaining linear thought is a large challenge for me.
No luck at all with getting the video on the computer. Why can't anything ever be as simple as promised? I hear "It's easy!" and it makes me wince. Soo I didn't get anything on to You Tube. Now that I have so much footage I am reluctant to keep making more. Kimara was here to work on her folk angel but I didn't film it. Demon and I joined the Rockhound society. That I really should have filmed but, you know, I would have felt a little awkward about it. I can't fall behind with the documentation too much. Perhaps I shall implore his Majesty to come by a little early and help me.
It has been a busy couple of days. Tonight Majesty and I are going to The Wrong Bar to see Mr. E. Lee play with his funk band The Main Event. I haven't seen E for a very long time. Work has never been the same without him. You can't imagine how important people who have interesting things to say are until you are confined in a truck without them for endless hours and days.
We are card carrying rockhounds now, Demon and I. I was surprised he wanted to come along. The meeting was not far, one bus, in a church hall.The members are mostly older people, patient and kindly with expertise. I am going to love this. There were things for sale. I bought ten gorgeous slabs, several of them petrified wood, for one dollar each. Hildegaard, is the name of the Dresden figure woman who sold them to me. Each of them has the name of where she herself found them penciled on. She tells me she doesn't travel much anymore. She's eighty-five you know?
We were sorting through the basket of fascinating slices of stone when she picked one up, licked her fingers and smeared the spit on the stone. Then she tilted the gleaming this way and that. I was laughing because the first slice that I had picked up I very nearly licked quite reflexively but stopped myself. "You can't be licking other peoples stones it public!" my hygienically decorous self. I explained why I was laughing. She tells me her Mother would lick stones without thinking twice. Then she was telling me that children in school groups at the Science centre would all lick the same stones and that this has gone on without respite for thirty years! We were both laughing now. "Good for their immune systems I guess." How I love children. I was a prodigious stone licker as a child. Often I would run around holding a stone in my mouth simply for the comfort of it. Pulling it out to admire it sparkling for a contemplative moment or two standing still in the light.
No luck at all with getting the video on the computer. Why can't anything ever be as simple as promised? I hear "It's easy!" and it makes me wince. Soo I didn't get anything on to You Tube. Now that I have so much footage I am reluctant to keep making more. Kimara was here to work on her folk angel but I didn't film it. Demon and I joined the Rockhound society. That I really should have filmed but, you know, I would have felt a little awkward about it. I can't fall behind with the documentation too much. Perhaps I shall implore his Majesty to come by a little early and help me.
It has been a busy couple of days. Tonight Majesty and I are going to The Wrong Bar to see Mr. E. Lee play with his funk band The Main Event. I haven't seen E for a very long time. Work has never been the same without him. You can't imagine how important people who have interesting things to say are until you are confined in a truck without them for endless hours and days.
We are card carrying rockhounds now, Demon and I. I was surprised he wanted to come along. The meeting was not far, one bus, in a church hall.The members are mostly older people, patient and kindly with expertise. I am going to love this. There were things for sale. I bought ten gorgeous slabs, several of them petrified wood, for one dollar each. Hildegaard, is the name of the Dresden figure woman who sold them to me. Each of them has the name of where she herself found them penciled on. She tells me she doesn't travel much anymore. She's eighty-five you know?
We were sorting through the basket of fascinating slices of stone when she picked one up, licked her fingers and smeared the spit on the stone. Then she tilted the gleaming this way and that. I was laughing because the first slice that I had picked up I very nearly licked quite reflexively but stopped myself. "You can't be licking other peoples stones it public!" my hygienically decorous self. I explained why I was laughing. She tells me her Mother would lick stones without thinking twice. Then she was telling me that children in school groups at the Science centre would all lick the same stones and that this has gone on without respite for thirty years! We were both laughing now. "Good for their immune systems I guess." How I love children. I was a prodigious stone licker as a child. Often I would run around holding a stone in my mouth simply for the comfort of it. Pulling it out to admire it sparkling for a contemplative moment or two standing still in the light.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
proposal
What I propose is not only a business but a way of life. A crew of artist/gardeners devoted to creating places of wonder. Very involved in ideas for community gardens, fresh food locally, we want only the benefit of those around us. I would like the concept to be non-profit but do expect a modest salary for my services. These are comprehensive, as you will see.
I am prepared to learn about things like fund raising and how to attract media attention and a great many other tedious things as well. However, I may be better to focus initially on the gardening aspect of the house itself. We may be better off to make private, commissioned arrangements and run a straight-forward business. That would leave less time for community garden work but after all, the first thing is to establish our credibility...and eat while doing it.
I am prepared to learn about things like fund raising and how to attract media attention and a great many other tedious things as well. However, I may be better to focus initially on the gardening aspect of the house itself. We may be better off to make private, commissioned arrangements and run a straight-forward business. That would leave less time for community garden work but after all, the first thing is to establish our credibility...and eat while doing it.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Hoochi Mama Pod Cast
The Blue Fairy undertakes the transformation of a slovenly, middle-aged landscaper into a wonderfully gifted community benefactor. Everything shall be carefully, if somewhat crudely, documented and shown on the Web as a reality show podcast.
New Year
Gift and Changeling return from visiting Nana and Grampa. They have watched some Gilbert and Sullivan, some blue planet and saw a beautiful baby cousin. They ate very well and watched an excellent documentary about autistic children. Now Changeling is returned to her feathers and gems. Gift puzzles out her course of study. Changeling tries to think in business proposal. It comes to her gradually, with many digressions.
The problem is that it is not so much a business she is proposing so much as a way of life. "Stay practical!" Gift tells her with considerable impatience. So be it. Practical.
What Changeling wants is a salary of $24,000. a year. Ideally she would be subcontracted to the city in a non-profit capacity. Her principle occupation would be the implementation of community gardens within existing urban parks. Private contracts to be considered on a contingency basis, with all profit put toward ongoing community projects. A wide variety of art objects will be displayed for visitors and notices for workshops, lectures and performances posted.
The problem is that it is not so much a business she is proposing so much as a way of life. "Stay practical!" Gift tells her with considerable impatience. So be it. Practical.
What Changeling wants is a salary of $24,000. a year. Ideally she would be subcontracted to the city in a non-profit capacity. Her principle occupation would be the implementation of community gardens within existing urban parks. Private contracts to be considered on a contingency basis, with all profit put toward ongoing community projects. A wide variety of art objects will be displayed for visitors and notices for workshops, lectures and performances posted.
The Hoochi Mama Garden
What is the Hoochi Mama Garden? It is a household of artists who live to design exquisite gardens. We specialize in small jewel like settings. Our principle offerings are sculpture, mosaic and screens for gardens or sunrooms. Also natural arrangements composed of stone, wood and a variety of found objects. We are devoted to the idea of collaboration. If we accept an invitation to create a garden our warmest hope is to accommodate whatever involvement you choose to achieve. If you want to learn about transplanting, potting or anything else to do with garden care, we will gladly teach you. There will also be as many Art workshops as can be managed. The whole idea is basically one big roving studio, a network of gardens.
Here at Hoochi Mama we are very interested in Community Gardens. We would like these places to include farmers markets, booths for local artists and live performance. We believe that animal friendly considerations be accommodated as much as possible. Multigenerational, countercultural interdenominational, music of the spheres harmonies.
Here at Hoochi Mama we are very interested in Community Gardens. We would like these places to include farmers markets, booths for local artists and live performance. We believe that animal friendly considerations be accommodated as much as possible. Multigenerational, countercultural interdenominational, music of the spheres harmonies.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Trepidation
Tripping, tripping into a trap...trip, trap, trip, trap...right over the edge into trepidation. She is like the littlest billy goat gruff going over the bridge. The troll of trepidation confronts her. That's okay! She knows this troll cannot devour her and she does not despair. There are bigger billy goats waiting to cross. She convinces the troll that they will make a much better meal than little old she. Trepidation buys it.
Changeling continues her lunatic spree on ebay determined that bigger goats shall win the day! With the newest of her fascinating feather hats on, she banishes all notions of sacrificial lambs! Oh sure, goats can get into plenty of trouble too, scapegoats for example. She remembers one standing tied beside the stark dead sea, a painting. I give her a little poke. That poor creature was no biggest billy goat Gruff! We already know what happens to the troll of trepidation when the biggest goat Gruff goes trip, trapping over the bridge. That troll will be trampled and tossed and the goats shall frolic in greener pastures. They will burn their bridges behind them!
"What if I really suck as a jewellry maker? What if everyone hates my art and never buys anything and I starve to death out in the cold?" Changeling has bigger fears than mere trepidation about spending money. What can I do but sigh patiently? "You are an artist. What does success mean anyway? Think of poor Vincent Van Gogh! Everyone openly mocking him and telling him he had no talent what-so-ever! Thank Goodness for his Blessed brother...Theo I think. You, on the other hand, have been told by virtually everyone, all your life that you are gifted."
The trouble with Changeling, and many other people too, is they want everything to be easy and certain. It is easy and certain that Changeling is an artist, promptly miserable and despairing when she tries to give it up. Paradoxically, she is dismissive of the ease and certainty to be found in knowing conclusively what she wants to do and instead ties herself in knots about the minutia of HOW she is going to do it! I concede, running a business does look tedious (brother of trepidation?), possibly a terror of boredom and aggravation but so what? Should she end up in a homeless shelter one day she will still draw pictures, she will still plant flowers and she should still have at least one feathered hat.
Changeling continues her lunatic spree on ebay determined that bigger goats shall win the day! With the newest of her fascinating feather hats on, she banishes all notions of sacrificial lambs! Oh sure, goats can get into plenty of trouble too, scapegoats for example. She remembers one standing tied beside the stark dead sea, a painting. I give her a little poke. That poor creature was no biggest billy goat Gruff! We already know what happens to the troll of trepidation when the biggest goat Gruff goes trip, trapping over the bridge. That troll will be trampled and tossed and the goats shall frolic in greener pastures. They will burn their bridges behind them!
"What if I really suck as a jewellry maker? What if everyone hates my art and never buys anything and I starve to death out in the cold?" Changeling has bigger fears than mere trepidation about spending money. What can I do but sigh patiently? "You are an artist. What does success mean anyway? Think of poor Vincent Van Gogh! Everyone openly mocking him and telling him he had no talent what-so-ever! Thank Goodness for his Blessed brother...Theo I think. You, on the other hand, have been told by virtually everyone, all your life that you are gifted."
The trouble with Changeling, and many other people too, is they want everything to be easy and certain. It is easy and certain that Changeling is an artist, promptly miserable and despairing when she tries to give it up. Paradoxically, she is dismissive of the ease and certainty to be found in knowing conclusively what she wants to do and instead ties herself in knots about the minutia of HOW she is going to do it! I concede, running a business does look tedious (brother of trepidation?), possibly a terror of boredom and aggravation but so what? Should she end up in a homeless shelter one day she will still draw pictures, she will still plant flowers and she should still have at least one feathered hat.
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