This Day In History

Historic photo from 2004

1506

Christopher Columbus died in Spain.

1861

North Carolina voted to secede from the Union.

1927

Charles Lindbergh began the first solo nonstop transatlantic flight, departing from Long Island aboard the Spirit of Saint Louis.

1932

Amelia Earhart took off from Newfoundland to become the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic.

1978

Mavis Hutchinson, 53, became the first woman to run across America. The 3,000-mile trek took her 69 days. She ran an average of 45 miles each day.

2002

I met Mark Seifred for coffee in Vancouver, my life hasn't been the same since.

Corny I know, but true.

Filth

No picture for this post, just imagine the most disgusting toilet you have ever encountered in a long deserted roadside gas station. Now clean it.

My young male tenant has moved out and he left a substantial mess considering the short time he was here. He left a bunch of furniture, two easy chairs, a dresser, lamp, microwave and miscellaneous Turtle supplies. I found 4 abandoned socks behind the dresser, along with some seriously grimy dust bunnies under it. In the fridge/freezer he left frozen haddock, salsa, salad dressing and some mystery meat. He left his vacuum and broom, apparently he doesn't really use them anyway. I am hoping the poop I found on the counter was from his turtle and not from mice he may or may not have attracted.

I am left wondering why people abandon their shit. Don't they feel a twinge of guilt that someone else will have to clean up their residue or does it just not enter their limited realm of awareness. Needless to say he won't be getting his deposit back and as far as the stuff goes it may be dump city for those gems. I will spiff the place back up, bleach it from top to bottom and start again. Hopefully the next tenants will be better. Blah blah blah, hope springs eternal, thank god for that and Comet.

Pretty as a Peacock

About a week ago, the day Pearl's baby sister was born we were sitting eating dinner and Pearl spotted this Peacock in the yard. Since then he has been a constant presence here at Rowanville. To make the obvious understatement, he is beautiful. He is well, peacock blue but it's more than that. He is sort of iridescent greeny blue. His chest is big and full and his neck is sturdy to a point and then becomes frighteningly thin. His head is small compared to his body and he has a feather headress that looks like a space helmet. When he cries out at dawn it sounds like a kitten crossed with a duck.

He may in fact be the best pet ever. He's been hanging around now for about 10 days. I feed him catfood, sporadically. I read online that they can tolerate some catfood. I should also get him some crumble. He is afterall in the pheasant family. He's exotic and somehow tropical even though I am quite clear we are not in the tropics. Because he is wild I feel no responsibility towards him. I enjoy watching him, actually he watches me more often. The doors in my house are all glass so he can see in easily, he watches me as I work in the office, pecking on the glass. I can tell his curiousty is leading to more bravery, he is getting used to the dog and to us, lingering on the roof, sleeping in the shade of the chimney. The dog is growing bored with him, he's become a fixture. A beautiful fixture, like a glittering chandelier.

The Peacock is the national bird of India. Sadly there are few of them left there due to the green revolution. They have been poisoned by overuse of fertilizers and pesticides. I'd like to give him a name but maybe that's too much, for now I just cluck at him so he gets used to my voice. He's really unbelievably beautiful and I am enjoying just looking at him. What good luck to have a beautiful creature befriend you.

Random Access Memory

I passed by this place today on my way home and sank into sentimental thoughts of what it would be like to run a little hamburger stand on a deserted road. I fell into some faraway memory of summer food stands at the edge of dusty roads under unforgiving sun. Heat rising up off Highway 16 heading south into the Fraser Canyon with my family on summer car trips. We drove past these places surrounded by dry hills and tumbleweed so foreign to home, and so exotic.

Soft serve ice cream at the Tastee-Freeze in the town I grew up in. I never ate the food just bought cones for myself and occasionally my Irish Setter who ate them willingly only to throw them up minutes later. These memories are filled with floor to ceiling glass windows and stainless outdoor counters, window service and everything had a thin layer of butter fat on it. There was a parking lot next door and then the New Roi Theater, not the old one that was originally on Main Street. I never worked at the Tatstee-Freeze I just remember going there on hot summer days on my own, on my bike, with my red-haired dog.

Later when I moved to Los Angeles I met @americantoycoon at Art School and he invited me to help him work a few Saturdays at his job in Glendale at a place called Paul's Great White Hut. We sold chilli burgers and hot dogs and tuna melts. It was hotter than hell and when the lunch rush was on it made my head spin. Oscar wore a t-shirt that was considered subversive to the locals and at the end of the day he sent me home with slices of oily cheese. The hut was tiny, in the corner of a smooth black top parking lot which attracted the intense valley heat. We had to be careful not to crash into eachother inside when it got busy. Paul also owned another concession in Scholl Canyon. Years later when I was married we played baseball there with friends, I learned that the whole place was built on a landfill but it was beautiful on the surface, in that hazy palm tree swaying way that LA and dreams are.

It's Alive!

Check it out! After months in the making the new improved Bellingham Farmers Market site is LIVE. Thanks to Market Director Caprice Teske who loved my design and to the godlike Syd Cole and her team of evil geniuses at Mindfly in Bellingham for making happen so efficiently. It's got some cool features, like the Flickr feed which allows us to easily update photos so the site always looks fresh. The Twitter feed allows Caprice to easily keep everyone up on what's happening up to the minute, gotta get those fresh veggies out to waiting customers. The vendor profile pages offer a mini-site option for those without websites, and there is even an opportunity for vendors to advertise within the site itself. All in all it is a great improvement and will be a good tool for all the Market members and customers alike. Enjoy!

Project of the Week

My associate Jackie Wolf of Urban Possibilities asked me to design some materials for an event they were hosting. In lieu of a handsome design fee I got to make what I wanted. The Downtown Theatre Workshop was created to change lives. The organizers bring the power of theatre to those without access. Here they tell their stories, become courageous performers and inspire us all. I used some old sign images I photographed in downtown LA in the 80's when I was at school there. I'd had letterpress plates made at the time so I proofed them and created a vertical landscape. I chose the gradient to suggest the yellow downtown haze and the blue LA sky and layered the silhouettes from small to large to indicate the transformative nature of the process. I photographed myself for the silhouettes, setting up a makeshift studio in my yard using a tripod and self timer on the digital camera. I shot a bunch of poses and selected the ones I liked best and then made vector drawings of them. The type shape came from the idea of the old cone shaped megaphone, I wanted it to feel like the title was being projected out from the bodies not just sitting as a layer of information over them. I am quite pleased with the outcome. Enjoy.

A New Chapter

Here she is! The newest member to our crazy quilt of a family. She is the still unnamed daughter of Becky and Tom, Pearl's lovely birthmomma and her partner. We will make the the trip to see her in a few weeks and introduce her to her fabulous older sister Pearl. Can't help wondering what these two will talk about long after we are gone, what a life they will have together. What joy to have a sister.

All A Whir

I feel like I am whirring. A few months back I could barely drag myself off the couch and away from the box of wine I keep next to the fridge. But right now I feel really happy, inspired and enthusiastic about everything. I have been gardening, writing, painting, reading, cooking, sewing. I walked 8 miles last Thursday afternoon because I wanted to and I had the time. I am setting goals, taking notes, making lists and sketches. I have been getting back in touch with people I have not spoken to in ages, I am replacing and fixing broken things in my house. I'm storing winter clothes and replacing them with summer ones. I bought new shoes. I am walking taller.

It's good and bad of course, where would we be without duality. I feel so excited about everything that I am having a little trouble focusing on one thing at a time. The worrier in me which I have been working hard at ignoring is making me wonder if this is the manic flip-side to my earlier malaise. Time will tell. Whatever the reason for this new exuberance, I am embracing it while it lasts. Getting things done and moving it all forward a few notches. Honestly though, I think I just reached another life plateau, an old layer has been discarded and this new fresh layer is fully exposed and ready to be realized. I wonder if snakes feel this way when they finally wriggle free of their old dead skin. I wonder if they hiss less and whir more as they shimmy free of their well worn past.