wasp's nest.

today is my first day without my day job. i miss my coworkers but am so happy to have the time to catch up on business stuff that has gone awry. note to canada post: seriously? where do my packages go when they don't get to their destinations?

with all this new found freedom, i don't know exactly where to start. i have generated a pile of 'to do' lists for all my various projects; the evidence of my household neglect is strewn all around me; my office needs to finally be established after a year of living out of boxes; and then there are my calming, soothing hobby projects (see obsessive quilting above).

so far my game plan has been to start everything, finish the most important things and leave everything else in piles on top of the household neglect. this shit clearly won't fly and the reverend is starting to get annoyed that he can't sit, stand or lie anywhere in the apartment.

hopefully this spring mania will subside and i will have the sense to sit down with my lists and make a schedule. but until then, it's all honeycombs, button bits and dust bunnies for me.

of course, i had to go and see something like this yesterday and start feeling like the biggest slob ever. maybe my shame will be motivating.

dusty vs. rusty.

do you have one of those friends who is good at all the things everyone needs? in my experience, these people generally know how to fix bikes and fix computers along with a couple other assorted useful skills. but bikes and computers go together. my friend dusty is one of those people. and his 'assorted' skill set includes photography. he's done almost all the promo shots for my comedy duo and has yet to ask us to stand on train tracks or under power lines, so we've been pretty impressed. dusty even fixed my printer once. my printer! nobody fixes printers.

with a public transit strike looming, dusty came over for a few hours yesterday to help me get my dilapidated bike operating again. i have to admit, i left it out all winter and had been riding without brakes for most of the fall. he never makes me feel bad about how irresponsible i am when it comes to green lightning (my bike's name that has never quite stuck). so, thank you, dusty.

it's also impossible to repay favours to these multi-talented people. there's only so much beer he can drink (it is an impressive amount, though, in dusty's case). the closest i've come to repayment is posing for him as he tries to generate a portrait portfolio. so far i've stood around on a blistering hot tarmac and in a swamp. i guess that feels like work but it doesn't take skill. although, standing still for five minutes for pinhole camera pictures was a challenge. by the way, why does someone as talented as dusty have the time to hang out with me? smarten up, big photographers of toronto; hire dusty to assist you. and it wouldn't hurt if a few of you magazines gave him photo spreads, either.



in other news, i went to a vintage sale yesterday and bought a ripped up dress from the 30's because i fell in love with the fabric and wanted to use it for something. as it turns out, the fabric is as brittle as tissue paper and now i'm scared to put it into my quilt for fear that it will deteriorate. does anyone have any clever ideas as to what i could do with it? i don't want to feel like i've been had by my own aesthetic impulses. the best idea i've come up with so far is to make some assemblage that will end up under glass. what else? could i lacquer it? you guys are smart; let me know.

polaroid dismay.

i found out recently of the discontinuation of polaroid films. actually, i was told right as i was using up the last of what aitor and i had tucked away to photograph vendors at the valentine's trunk show. my heart sank a bit. i'm no fancy photographer who still proofs with polaroids or anything special. i'm just a lady who likes getting pictures in the mail when my sweetie is away and who also dislikes the disappearance of good things.

it is really is enough to make a lady want to go on her classic rant about how cell phones still don't work as well and land lines after fifteen years. video still doesn't look like film. my friend, the dude, and i were even talking about how flat panel monitors don't work as well as crts - phased out after a few years of existence. how can i sound like an old lady talking about four year old hardware?

for you, dear reader, i'll try to choke back my ire and stroll down memory lane instead. the above polaroid, in all its ill-exposed glory, was taken by aitor in a motel room in carlisle, arkansas, some time in the fall of 2006. we were on our way from somewhere to somewhere and little rock was on the way. since we were on a mission to just plain see as many american places as possible (hence a later visit to toledo), we decided to head for the captial city. it was already dark out and we hadn't even made it to the city yet. aitor was hungry (and maybe i was, too, although i had almost given up on finding nourishing vegetarian food in the middle of the country) so when we saw signs for a barbecue restaurant (nick's bbq & catfish), we decided to pull off the highway. we had recently realized that when you're not in your own big city, you shouldn't assume that you can be served a hot meal in the middle of the night like a couple of vampires and had tried to adjust our eating habits accordingly. it was after sundown so nick's was our place.

carlsile, arkansas, is a small place as far as outsiders would be concerned. only one little strip of out-of-towner relevant businesses. but on the two blocks between the off ramp and nick's we saw a sign advertising a motel for $19.99 a night - the cheapest price we had seen yet. however, the sign seemed to point to a gas station. over dinner, we discussed our options, which really were limitless at the time, since we had nowhere in particular to be for a few days. but options don't feel so limitless when one is sleepy and cold and presumably in need of a shower. we consulted our waitress who told us not to sleep at the gas station and that there was a better (albeit pricer) motel in town that she could endorse.

we were poor so we ignored her and tried our luck at the cheapest motel ever. it really was part of the gas station - a series of trailers (like the "portables" we had in school) arranged in a u-shape out back. to our surprise, there were no bugs or blood stains, the sheets were clean and soft, there was heat, we had cable and we even picked up a free wireless signal from somewhere. it was amazing. we stayed for an extra night and relaxed.

on our second day in arkansas - our free day - we took the back roads to neighbouring lonoke and ate at our frist sonic drive-in (every subsequent visit would pale in comparison). it was unseasonably warm and totally beautiful out. sometimes, when you are clearly from elsewhere and you are visiting a place that doesn't get a lot of visitors, people can be exceptionally nice to be around. they can also be exceptionally xenophobic, but this wasn't the case for us in lonoke. the manager at the sonic talked to us for quite a while about our home and our travels. it was much better than our previous trip through the south of the state where we blew a fuse in the car and aitor was swarmed by rats at the rest stop. this time, it was nice.

i didn't remember the name of the barbeque restaurant or the neighbouring town in recalling this story. i used the internet for that. see? sometimes, we create useful technologies. i understand this. but i still don't feel as misty looking at that comic sans filled website for nick's bbq as i do this little picture i doodled all over.

oh, and the pig nose i'm wearing is some arkansas thing - sports related, i assume. we bought it because we thought it was cool but aitor kept getting squealed at when he put it on. if anyone cares to explain this phenomenon, we're all ears.

and if you like, you can try to save polaroid here. or here.

oh great, a new obsessive craft.

last night i was fortunate enough to attend the english paper piecing class at the workroom (here in toronto). i highly recommend the experience, if you have the chance. english paper (or foundation) piecing is a method of hand-sewing quilt tops out of very precise geometrical shapes using paper templates. it's a fairly easy skill with great rewards and endless design possibilities. the instructor, johanna masko, is full of the kind of tips, attention and minutiae that i love to consume when beginning a new technique. i found the class deeply gratifying and left with my head all buzzing with shapes and patterns of things to come.

i was so excited, in fact, that as soon as i got home i put down the diamond shapes we had been working with in favour of the yellow and brown hexagons i have been dreaming of (and collecting scraps for) for months now. it's totally addictive. each new piece comes out differently and choosing each new addition is mesmerizing.

it kind of makes me embarrassed to admit it, but i am going to try to make an entire full sized quilt top out in this way. i found an old pattern that requires 2,277 hexagons to complete. sure, it may seem crazy as a first project, but even big quilts made in this way can be broken down into manageable modules. it will probably take me years to complete. but it doesn't feel like finished parts will take up too much room in the process.

i currently have 40 hexagons made and an old cookie tin in which to amass them...as if endlessly crocheting hyperbolic planes wasn't an adequately infinite project.

i will soon abate.

hyperbolics have taken over once again. these teaching stints at the knit cafe have really rekindled my destructive addiction to hyperbolic crochet. i had to cut myself off for a while back in the fall so that i could sober up and focus more attentions on my potentially money-making projects. after the financial battering my play gave me, this was a pretty important move.

it's not like i'm any richer now. but spring is in the air and a young lady's fancy can so easily turn back to the corpulent frills of these wooly figures. needless to say, i'm back to my old tricks - crocheting on the streetcar and rebuffing the advances of chatty strangers. i mean, if they really wanted to know what i was doing, they'd find my blog, right?

to the end of furthering the cause (and as an aid to students of hyperbolic crochet everywhere), i have created a new hyprbolic crochet taxonomic gallery on flickr. there is another hyperbolic crochet group there but the administrator seems to have lost interest and, unhindered, the pool is filling with pictures of hats, amigurumi bunnies and other off topic flotsam. the aim of this new group is to both share pictures of hyperbolic models and to share their increase rates/materials/guages/whathaveyous. hopefully, this will prove helpful to those continuing on in their own arguable useless addictions. we at the sweetie pie press are nothing if not enablers.

this hyperbolic life.

photos by belphoebe

today was spent in the most delightful manners. an early morning trip to st. lawrence market to goof around with the reverend (i bought i really nice dress that was not part of the plan), an afternoon class on hyperbolic crochet at the knit cafe and a nerve-wracking performance of an excerpt from my play at the summerworks festival launch party. the latter activity was only nerve-wracking because i made it that way. i just haven't been in the swing of scripted performance lately. but the crowd was exceptionally warm (read: wine drunk). thank you for that. and thank you, michael, for inviting me out of my rut.

the crochet class, on the other hand, was much less stressful - although i always feel a self-imposed pressure/fear when teaching anything to anyone. regardless of my neuroses, an afternoon spent in simple crochet and complex mathematical thought is always restorative. like a knob, i didn't bring my camera so i've stolen some pictures for this posting. that also means you will get to see a picture of me explaining excesses of surface by flapping my hands about.

backblog (or how i learned to make the internet more quantum).

pictured here is a photo of some collected works of a miss saddle kobayashi. this picture was taken almost a year ago, when saddle was here from japan on a one year visa. not long after this picture was taken, i purchased the shrinky dink/polyfill/glitter creation pictured most prominently. it has been on my wall ever since. you see i have an affinity for successful art involving glitter. the fact that shrinky dinks and polyfill are also used make this piece mind-boggling to me. but i'm getting off my intended tracks.

track #1:
saddle misses toronto. as a result, she is taking the reigns on toronto vs. nagoya: round 1 - a civilized "art fight" between artists of toronto and artists of nayoga. in round 1, all artists/crafters are being asked to create work 4" square and no more than 1" thick. this is a co-presentation with city of craft and you can find more info on our website, if you like. the call is open until april 20 with art having to be in the mail by may 10.

track # 2:
it occurs to me in looking through all my past pictures, that i don't want to forget the stories that go with them. basically, i should have let faythe convince me to start blogging a few years ago. but i didn't. so now i have to blog backwards. although this little project started being undertaken at the end of january 2008, it will now begin moving both forward and backward and in between. look around! see if you can find the past reminding me of itself. i will let everyone know if i figure out how to generate pictures and stories of the future.