My garden

Gosh, I love my garden.  I do wonder, though, if I should take the reams of time I spend there and apply them to gardening at my home...soooooo shady here, because yes:  I already gardened the living f**k out of this place.  LOL!  Also, didn't know what I was planting (15 years ago) and some of my plants that were supposed to be bushes, actually turned out to be taller than my trees!

Anyhow.  In my very weed-cluttered back yard I have: 

At my community garden I have decided to structure the design of the plots to what's already there.  Meaning, I have a zucchini volunteer -very healthy looking- I don't know if it will produce good fruits, but I'd like to see.  I have strawberries in a mound...I didn't put those there intentionally, rather, when I cleared an abandoned plot last year, I grabbed a few and put them in a conveniently located empty spot.  Those are doing well, and will stay.  I cut a path around their mound, and everything is/will be patched-in at odd angles.  I like that a lot -it has a natural feel to it.  Also, once I get the beds established this year, I can over-winter things properly and NOT have to re-till the entire thing AGAIN, because this is Year 2 of major digging and weeding.

Another thing:  everything is mixed up.  So the tomatoes live next to irises live next to Echinacea.  and there are no rows.  I don't like rows.  It's like Hitler came and forced the plants to line up and be straight.  no.  Patches, yes.  Rows, no.

My students gave me plants this year.  It'll make me happy to see those come to life. 

Palomo Spain Fall 2017 menswear

In contradistinction to the fashion reviewer at WWD, who opines that Palomo is tapping into the current gender fluid vibe, I have to say that I don’t see it that way at all.  Most of the transgender and gender non-binary folks I know are NOT trying to look like a spectacle, but to look on the outside like they feel on the inside.  (Here I don't mean to downplay the importance of social critique.  I know that many also want to shine a light on gender in relation to cultural expectations.)   If this fashion line is a nod to gender fluidity, then it feels like an insult to me...like Palomo is making a joke out of a serious set of ideas that people are wrestling with.

The fact is, we have seen these fashion monstrosities on women for years.  --the overly puffed sleeves, ruffles and feathers and netting, exposed shoulders and chests, transparent body-suits, etc.   This is the same old shit, just cut for men.

But also interesting:  this line of clothing is showcased on models who have been made up to look ill, so if you weren’t sick enough of seeing women painted to look like heroin addicts, here’s your chance to revisit that again...only for dudes. 

I would be interested in knowing what the artist’s intentions are.  Perhaps in the same way that painters create paintings about painting for other painters, maybe Palomo is creating fashions for other fashion designers about fashion.  Or maybe this work is intended as a critique of the objectifying impracticality of women’s fashion designs...something we, the viewing audience, are blind to because we all look at fashion (among other things) with the same distorted perspective that our cultural lens affords us --a lens that warps women into sexual objects.   Or maybe this stuff is simply meant to show the ridiculousness of the fashion industry.  Or maybe it's supposed to show the double standards we have for men and women?  Or is it, as many commenters on the WWD website seem to believe, just an attention-grab?

Regardless of the intent, though, the most interesting about this line of clothing isn’t the clothing but the fact that the designer’s intentions are so unclear.  And with images like the ones above, I'm having a hard time as seeing them as anything more than satire. 

...And I keep hoping that if I click long enough and hard enough, Tim Curry will appear in his corset and fishnets.

I wanna be bored.

Finally, school is out.  Or rather, I have one more round of meetings on Friday, but not many students at that school. 

It's been a drama-packed quarter all around...so much turmoil within the ranks, and I'm supposed to be the stable one, lol.  I wish my dad could see that people consider ME the stable one. 

Then a couple of weeks ago my mom had a stroke -I really will have to talk to her about the timing of that.  and I had to travel to Chicago in the last week of school or run the risk of never seeing her again.  I've been at my job for 18 years...I have left in the middle of a quarter once before -when Eliot died.  I hate leaving school...I mean, my chairperson and dean were both awesome, but still.

Anyhow, I am looking forward to staring into space for a bit.  This summer I have to paint the house...I know it's a big job and I should be dreading it.  But the idea of standing in the sun on a scaffold with a brush and slowly painting my house?  Nothing sounds better than that.  I hope to hell I get bored. 

I also have a shoot scheduled with Betsy and Alder on July 10th!  I can't wait!  And I have a whole bunch of drawings that need to be made into wall-pieces!  And I have a bunch of fabric and wanna make some dresses.  And there will be SUN and HEAT and watermelon!  My favorite time of year.  I wish it lasted more than 3 months.

little discoveries!

Well, I just discovered this Instagram post created by 555 Gallery.  I never knew she posted it, and she never sent me photos of the show, so this is a first for me.

Top 10 WTF

So tonight I stopped off at the Safeway for a light grocery shopping escapade.  You know, the basics:  milk, eggs, fruits 'n' veggies, and donuts.  As I walked into the store I was greeted by a very friendly, snack laden kiosk.  And yes, I gave in and got myself a "skinny" turkey sandwich, to offset the extra calories hiding in the donuts. 

When I got home I was pretty excited to chow down.  I opened my sandwich to put mayo on it and this is what I discovered:

ok, I know this is a minor thing...but why do they so frequently do this?  All the turkey AND the lettuce is clumped in a ball in the middle of the bread.  It doesn't go out to the corners or even to the edges, and once you re-distribute the turkey, you can see they probably did it that way to make it look bigger.   PEOPLE.  YOU NEED TO SPREAD YOUR INGREDIENTS OUT.  if you are too lazy to do it, then for christssakes get a smaller piece of bread. 

Anyhow, this terrible experience this evening got me to thinking about other things that really need to be rectified here on planet earth.  Here are a few...

1.  (Appears above)

2.  Perfume-y products designed to hide the smell of something that stinks (kitty litter, for example.) because yes, poop + perfume = better than just poop.  (NOT.)

3.  Blue carnations and cyan colored orchids. 

4.  People who hear "YES" or "MAYBE" when what you said was "NO."  

5.  People who are too wimpy to say "NO."  So they say, "maybe" and then simply become unavailable or elusive at the designated time.

6.  Plastic pour spouts in milk cartons.  Seriously, folks...was it that hard to unfold the paper tops? 

7.  People who never stop talking, because it's the people who never stop talking that seem to have the least to say.

8.  People who say they have a top ten list when all they have is 7.  :)

 

her hand on the edge of my mattress
soft and curled round like pulled taffy.
zephyr to zero point gravity...right there, on the nape of my neck. 

and she holds me now as nest and fur and sweet-worm-earth pull to pin-points. 
and speaks to me of trees uptorn and vessels lost.
we are as sea of vapors 
as deep and cold 
distilled to a single line 
of pins and needles 
end to end.

Stella Maris (1996) Musik: Einstürzende Neubauten Text: Meret Becker, Blixa

Frida Kahlo...a quote.

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.