Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Fact #729

when people complain about the summer heat in New Orleans.
it's hot in the summer. always has been, always will be.
if you're that miserable, i suggest you move.
besides, it could always be worse .....
it could be wet, freezing and windy.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

just say no.



i don't enjoy listening to the radio while i drive.
there. i said it.

i'm probably the only person on the planet who feels this way... i'm sure of it. why you ask? well, usually because i spend too much time bouncing around the stations searching for something i enjoy listening to. oh sure, i'll stumble upon a song, but then it's over and i'm left feeling down because i can't find another tune i like half as much as the one before. sort of like when you're engulfed in a really good book and you're at the last chapter and you see there are only 4 more pages left. i hate that.
for years now i listen to nothing but the little wheels in my head. you'd be amazed at what i can accomplish while driving. I bet the lists i come up with would put novelist Umberto Eco to shame. on the flip side, it drives my two sons bonkers. "mom, how can you stand it? i can't believe you don't listen to the radio. what do you do listen to if you don't listen to music?" my reply is always the same. "oh i just listen to my lovely thoughts (taps forehead) don't worry, i'm in good company." then the eye rolls start and i have to giggle to myself.

why is it so hard for most people to drive without turning on the radio? i suggest the next time you climb into your car, make a resolution not to turn on the radio for the duration of your trip. i'm willing to guess one of three things will happen: A) you'll have organized your entire day. B) you'll remember where you put those darn scissors you spent all morning searching for. C) some guy at the light will laugh hysterically at you because he caught you having a nice conversation with yourself.

and then the turd drives off shaking his head. hmph.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

up on the roof


when i was in seventh grade my best friend Lynn and i would steal a few of her moms cigarettes, climb out of her bedroom window and onto her roof facing Bayou St. John. from there we could hear her mother sing Nancy Sinatra songs as we lit up and did our best not to cough as we enjoyed our stolen smokes. we counted the cars on the other side of the bayou driving down Wisner and made up stories about where they might be going. sometimes we'd see a duck swimming solo in the dark and wonder if he was lost. many of those summer nights we would bring our dinner up to the roof and stay there until the sun sank beneath the horizon and the first stars would slowly come out and do their magic.
we spent many summer nights sitting on Lynn's roof. her mom was always trying to find us, but her voice sounded muffled and so small that it was easy to ignore. the beauty of being on the roof is that no one ever thinks to look for you up there. sometimes i even think that we shed our childhood and grew up hidden away on Lynn's roof with Nancy Sinatra distantly serenading us.





Monday, July 7, 2014

blonde moment #03,66935,053

this morning i dropped my iphone. no biggie, i've done it a million times but instead of paying the iphone doctor mega bucks to fix it, i thought the auto glass shop 4 blocks away could prolly do it for a better price.

em. i suppose that was a wasted trip. 

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

buh bye

do you know how long it takes to delete 14,524 emails? exactly 12.9 minutes
oh, by the way ... you have to go into your "trash" folder to delete them forever. seriously worth the effort. :-)

Monday, June 30, 2014

pizza nazi


there's no denying it but i ADORE pizza. so much so that when i renovated my kitchen, i went through great lengths to have a state of the art pizza oven built. (you can't imagine what a fiasco this little project was.) so i'm pretty fussy about my pizza when i'm out and about looking for that delicious baked bread with the gooey cheese on top paired with a nice wine of significant volume. (aka a jug of wine)

last weekend i decided to venture out to Freret St. and try two pizza joints i've never been to. first was Midway Pizza, it's just a stones throw away from Octavia but for a few reasons, none of which matter anymore, i've stayed away. walking in i was surprised by its spacious size, but the lighting is really poor at night and i made the mistake of not sitting at the bar since i'd much rather that then a table. i'm pretty picky with my pizza but the manager talked me into ordering 3 of their finest. seems excessive but hey, it'll never go to waste in my house and i was there strictly for a taste testing expedition.

all in all the pizza's were very good. not outstanding but pretty darn tasty.

unfortunately all three pizza's really needed to sit in the oven just a minute longer because the dough was a tad undercooked, but the toppings were generous and delicious. i was blown away with their cheese which was seriously good and the service was friendly and attentive. the wine list was basic but the servings were generous. i'll give it a solid B over all.

second on my list was Ancora Pizza which is just a block or so away from Midway. i decided to go two nights later while my mental notes from earlier were fresh in my mind.

the atmosphere was light and airy as i headed straight for the bar. i had a great view of their pizza oven, which in itself was impressive to look at. i love watching someone make a pizza and slide it back and forth with the paddle. once again, i ordered 3 of their best pizza's as advised by their staff. their prices were higher than Midway and the wine servings were ridiculously small comparatively speaking.

the service was great and i really enjoyed chatting up with the friendly manager. all three pizza's were reminiscent of ones i've had throughout Italy. bread slightly charred in areas and cheese, although outstanding, was sporadic on the pie. it was a hit or miss to get a taste with each bite, but what was most disappointing was the pizza wasn't very hot.. it was lukewarm at best. if i'm going to eat pizza, i want it to be a hot mess, not an artsy subject i'll later want to duplicate on my sailcloth. it gets a C in my book.

i'm glad i finally did this because it reaffirms why i went through all the trouble and headache to have my wood burning pizza oven built. that being said, i won't pass up an invite to either Midway or Ancora Pizza in the future ... i'll just have a little word with the prep dude when i go.

the pizza snob has spoken.
:p

Friday, June 13, 2014

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Emma


 i have news.. but first i want to go back to 5/15/12 when i wrote this post:

i've been unable to ride my scooter for weeks now. there's a momma mocking bird (Emma) who's made a nest in the back wheel so i can't move my pink powderpuff. she's a very small female who's extremely protective. if i get too close she'll fly right at my face, so i stay clear. a few times i've had a good look while she's been away to find food and there among the twigs and leaves are three precious little eggs. they remind me of Easter candy. :) i've taken a few pictures but none of them have come out because it's just too dark inside the wheel. i went to Lowe's and bought a small birdbath and placed it next to the scooter in hopes she'll use it, but so far she's not interested. i've also set out food but all my attempts to aid her have failed. i guess the best thing i can do is leave Emma alone.

this is really hard because i want to help her.  :( 
it's not easy watching a birds nest.

i think i need a new hobby.

guess who's back?! yep, little Miss Emma has returned. she's set up shop once again in the back wheel of my Vespa. she's back to her ornery self, fussing at me if i get too close. i'm going to try and get some pics this time so hopefully i'll have updates.  ;-)


Monday, June 9, 2014

#firstworldproblems


i woke up in the middle of the night in a panic because i remembered my drivers license was going to expire in a few weeks.

now i ask you.. is this a good reason to ruin a good nights sleep? certainly not. but there i was, sitting straight up in a tizzy. and how does that even happen? my drivers license isn't something i've thought about in a very long time, yet it woke me up just to remind me.

hello, monday.

grrrrr...... 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

beautiful.

sometimes a small act of kindness is all this world needs.
thank you, T.
xo

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

a new sunny chapter



finally it's summer, my favorite time of year. the rains have finally come to an end which usually means the heat will soon be arriving. i promise, you won't hear one complaint about the weather change out of me. this past semester flew by, partly because i was teaching but mainly because that's just how time is nowadays.
it was quite an adventure teaching, each day bringing challenges and new ideas that would be hard to describe. teaching such talented teenagers wasn't anything that resembled my classes i've held at my studio in the past. the difference being that before i was teaching creativity but at NOCCA i was molding it.
it's almost impossible to teach anyone to be creative, either you have it or you don't. these kids all had it but lacked the direction that would further their talents into the future talented artist i knew each one possessed. on any given day i'd walk away from my classroom with a treasure i'd learned and in the end it was me who was the real student. i won't ever forget my time at NOCCA and all my students who taught me so very much. i'm grateful beyond words.

i was asked to stay on for all of next school year but after a ridiculous amount of time i decided against it. as much as i loved and enjoyed it, the confinement of being on a ridged schedule for a year felt smothering. and instead of part time, they wanted a full time art teacher, a 7:30am to 4:30pm, 5 days a week commitment. i was deeply flattered but my free spirit had to decline. i accepted a job out of Miami Beach through an old client, one i've known for years. this new adventure will allow me to work in my New Orleans uptown studio (or at home) till the end of this calender year. my new lady boss is a la-dee-da high end interior she-she-poo-poo decorator. she sought me out and presented an incredible offer i couldn't refuse. i'd be lying if i didn't say i'm SO JAZZED ABOUT MY NEW GIG!!! ok i am. i really am. the next six months i'm taking my southern style to south Florida and giving it a Miami Beach flair. (think Lilly Pulitzer meets Honey Island Swamp)
so for the next few weeks i'm going to spend some quality time here at our beach house in WaterColor, FL soaking up the sun and sand before engrossing myself in bold oils of green and pink, incorporated by Miami Beach motifs of palm trees, flamingos and brightly colorful hibiscus. so pull out your flip-flops and put on your shades peeps cause this little termite is going to jazz up her style and open up the beach umbrella.
did someone say MARGARITA? oh yes, please.  

             


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

i bet'cha



* drew the sun in the top corner of your paper.
* closed the fridge door really slowly, just to see when the lights go off.
* tried to balance the light between ON and OFF
* thought the shape of a real heart was actually ❤️

Monday, May 26, 2014

moving on

it's funny how things change without you even realizing it. case in point: i wanted to look up an old photo i downloaded to my computer last year but i couldn't find my laptop.  last week i left my cozy home and headed to north Louisiana to visit Thing-2 who's in school there. i packed everything i needed to make my stay a bit more comfortable... or did i? where the heck was my lappy?
ok, it's true i'm almost never on my laptop anymore but surly i wouldn't forget my little buddy. i tore the hotel room apart and came up with nothing. after a brief melt down i realized i hadn't packed it at all but lent it to one of my sisters months ago. MONTHS AGO! how weird is that?
there was a time i'd spent literally hours a day on my computer and now it's been out of my life for months and i didn't even realize it or better yet, miss it. truth is, my phone is now my portable computer and i do just about everything on it except scramble eggs. (and i'm sure there's an app for that)
i don't know why i'm even writing about this but it just struck me as odd that something that was so important to me for so many years is now just a faint memory; and yes i'm writing this post from my phone as i do most of the time now.  as a matter of fact, if my older seesta wants to keep my laptop it's all hers. of course that means she'll have access to over 1,400 photos of my puppy, Jem and 1,900 photos of food and other delicacies from around town. snort.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

on the streetcar


surrounded by people talking so loudly on their cellphones i was having a hard time enjoying the ride, so i decided to pull out mine and play Alfred Brendel's Beethoven Sonatas, at full volume. moments later a beautiful old man a few rows ahead of me turned around and smiled, and from Milan Street to Washington Ave, in the midst of the noise and chaos, we listened together.



Tuesday, April 29, 2014

be nice. please.



lately something has gone terribly wrong on my beloved twitter feed. there's so much anger and bullying that i've taken a slight sabbatical. and the thing is, i keep my account private and my following low for that very reason. sure i've deleted peeps, but only if they A) become a bore B) get ugly with the termy. (not cool)

frankly, i love my twitter but if i don't agree with someone, i have no problem saying so but damn.. what i'm reading lately is way beyond any polite disagreement. what's wrong with saying you don't agree? big woo. i'm sure my super liberal friends don't like what i have to say about Obama and his policies, but so what? the fact is, i'd much rather read what the opposing team has to say than others who agree with me all the time. i just don't get all this bullying and taunting that's going on. the way twitter is set up you can read all the convo's from threads your following peeps have posted. some accounts i've just had to delete because they're just too controversial and seem to spend their day breeding hate just for the sport of it. **hits the delete button** 
i wish there was a way to block out the uglies and just keep rainbows, ladybugs and pics of last nights medley of food.

oh wait.. that's what Instagram is for. O_o

Sunday, April 27, 2014

my soul nebula

‎"The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff." ~~ Carl Sagan ~~




doing a little reading tonight on this fascinating subject. see, i have this incredible app on my phone that i'm slightly addicted to. it's called Star Walk (for iPhone) and it's the best little toy i've ever come across. all you have to do is hold your phone up to the sky, it doesn't matter if you're inside or out, just hold it up and there it outlines all the constellations and treasures in the Milky Way. you can also adjust your settings so it will give you all sorts of scoop on each one if you'd like and tons of cool information.
it looks like this:
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if you have kids, this is a sure way to get them hooked on the mysteries in the sky. i've had this app for three or so years and i don't think in all that time a day has gone by where i don't check it just to see what's going on. sometimes i'll lay in bed for a ridiculous amount of time searching the stars and whatnots only to wake up with my phone in my bed. the other day for some reason i pointed it down to the ground... WHAT?! I COULDN'T BELIEVE MY EYES! nope.. i'm not going to tell you but it was really fascinating.

*ya know.. if you dig long enough, you'll end up in china.






Thursday, April 24, 2014

Thursday, April 17, 2014

peeps...

always stalking.

:p

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

driving miss daisy.




i flew into New York early yesterday morning for a quick meeting and some John Hancock's in black ink. i am dealing with attorneys after all, and these cats want to know when they'll receive their paintings.. down to the second. and why the heck couldn't we just fax the contract? i make it a rule to choose my battles so i suppose this just ain't one of them.
though i'm teaching, i still paint on the side for clients and such. anywho, something was wrong and i knew it before i stepped on the plane; i had one ferocious tummy ache that kept me up most of the night and it was becoming increasingly worse, so i was feeling pretty puny. i knew i wouldn't have time to flit around the big apple as usual because i had class today as my students are in the midst of exams before their Spring break next week.
by the time i got to Mr Hey Baby, Love Ya, Love ya's office, i was bent over in such pain that i could barely walk. wow.. something is just bonkers. maybe eating that breakfast taco from Taco Bell wasn't one of my better decisions. i called my doc in NOLA and quickly he made arrangements for me to check into Mount Sinai Hospital here in Manhattan.
the ride to the hospital was interesting. my cabby drove like a raging lunatic and all i could muster was a whisper along the lines of, "pleasedontkillme."

come to find out, i have a kidney stone. nothing major but OH MY GOD HAVE YOU EVER IN YOUR LIFE HAD ONE OF THESE?! and they had the gall to tell me it's "little". oh yeah? little huh? i'll show you little as i shove my fist... oh..ok nevermind. **mini freak out** the pain was horrific but the morphine soon did it's job *whew* and i'm peachy laying here coming in and out of some weird Peter Max dream with my little morphine pump clutched in my right hand. 

i can't wait till they try to pry this baby away from me. heh.
(the reaction will be something like this... yes. i'm sure of it)



carry on, chickens.    

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

significance of the difference


for years now i've made my living creating art. i never really considered myself an artist until i was sitting on a plane headed for Canada and the elderly lady sitting next to me asked if i was the artist she had read about earlier that week. *ok, that right there horrified me because the tiny pic from that article was taken without any "prep" work and i had just finished a grueling marathon. but someone actually read about me? seriously? me? damn.

since then, my work has always been steady and i've been fortunate to pick projects that challenge my skills and imagination. but i have to tell you, never have i been more aware of the "art world" than i am right now teaching these wickedly talented kids. if you're an art lover like me, you more than likely have realized skill and technique have fallen at the waist side and become a thing of long ago past. somehow "wild" and "odd/shocking" art has been labeled as creative and dare i say genius. and i'm willing to bet it's been placed there by the young. i know this because my students are just now being introduced to the masters, something they've only vaguely glossed over in a past art history class. these kids are thirsty for a greater knowledge regarding technique and of course i'm in hog heaven to teach them as much as i can regarding the subject. constantly i point out how the old masters who were restlessly searching for more vibrant colors, while perfecting their technique to make their works more dazzling and imaginative to the eye. through the years i've learned their main goal was to create real masterpieces, not a copy of another painting as so many artist i see do today. somehow we've lost creativity in place of shocking and disturbing images that have no actual meaning or simply no one can understand. unfortunately today i see many painters using this technique to gain attention and publicity, but in reality, most of their works simply cannot be understood, because their pieces have no meaning and were created with bad technical skills and luck. i'm not saying they don't have their place in the art world, they most certainly do, but there is a difference between the two which should never be confused as one.

i gave my students an assignment over the weekend and the results weren't surprising. i handed out two copies of art for them to try and duplicate. one was a piece of contemporary art and the other was a Leonardo da Vinci. (both art i admire, but you see where i'm going with this.) the contemporary pieces pretty much all looked the same but they were unable to recreate the da Vinci. as one student asked me, "how did they do it? it's like really nuts that anyone could paint like that. i wasn't even sure where to start."




i love all art but i'm careful to teach that there are different mediums of art. it's just my half baked uninteresting opinion that in order to be a great artist you need to be creative and you also need to have great art skill. throwing paint with a twist of your brush in mid air isn't technique. it's called luck. hopefully it will land just so and look like something interesting and wild while pleasing to the eye. painting without technique is just impossible. i spend countless hours opening my young students eyes to art that will encourage them to fearlessly explore all the corners of their minds and to be as creative as possible, while at the same time work, learn and study restlessly to have great skill-set.
making art is easy but mastering it takes technique, creativity and sheer determination to keep you striving to achieve your very best.