Hummus, carrots, all little pieces at the end of my bag of pita chips, and coffee with hot cocoa in it because everyone used my creamer.
I just had the worst day and I’m hoping that even though it’s crunch time, studio will help me out. It’s a hundred times better than anything I could be doing on the Lane campus.
Take deep breaths. Glaze with patience. Load kilns cautiously.
Today’s Coffee (by minato)
I should make square plates. Too bad it’s way past deadline.
Four soda-fired bowls made from recycled clay. Tops and bottoms - the feet are all hand-trimmed.
An old one of my dad.
Vancouver, Washington
It’s almost too easy to be in denial about it. I’m not at home and I’m swamped with end of term work. I’m going to Scappoose two weeks from now, and mom said I could help scatter her ashes. That’s probably when it’s really going to hit me.
Interesting how the first big loss in my life isn’t a grandparent, or even a person. It’s my dog.
Helpless, Crosby Stills Nash and Young (or just Neil Young - he wrote it, and it’s on his greatest hits, but it was originally released on CSNY’s Deja Vu album.)
This is my favorite thing right now. Sometimes I sing this outside when it’s dark, but I almost always mix up the lines.
A week ago, I saw Divisi (and the whole acapella show) for the first time in almost a year. They were pretty adorbs.
My house + friends atop Skinner Butte last Sunday. We missed the eclipse by like an hour and a half.
So when I was photographing this cup, I was bent over and wearing a leopard-print dress. And Jayme walked out of the door right behind me and said, “There’s that sexy little bitch!”
But he wasn’t talking to me, he was talking about my cup.
This was my only porcelain piece in the soda last week. I regret not putting more in.
