yo he creado... la mamba

en una racha iridiscente mágica de mohair, la mamba nace.

land of clay and yarn

after almost a four year hiatus, i have started making things out of clay again. partly out of practical need and partly out of spiritual need. it is so good to throw again. so now i must try to keep my knitting clean! being that i was so out of practice, i threw cylinders for the first few hours of studio time. and i can only get in there monday nights and weekends, so i have thrown two nice mugs so far--one heavy, rough-carved, and the other big but light and delicate with a handle. i may wander into abstract land at some point, but i may only have a month so i need to crank out some stuff for the kitchen first. both mugs are white stoneware, i am hoping to bring in some porcelain if i continue working in this studio. they have limited resources (and space) there, so anything besides what they have there needs to be schlepped in and packed out. unless you are special, and i am not yet. i miss the wood kiln! do i need to go back to grad school and run away from the working world for awhile? or do i need to keep working for a living so i can save to have my own studio and kiln.....and farm, and goats, and vegetable oil powered vehicles, and PV system to power the house that i am going to build....

warmth of the sun
sand hot under my feet
barbecue
corn roasted in a pit
cool drink with lime
floating on the water surface
watching fish swim below
sea birds calling
warm breeze

it's only the beginning of january. gonna be a long time.

feliz año nuevo con las reinas de nueva york

this weekend we welcomed 2005 (good riddance '04, as seze says) with many friends, sharing in glee and then solitude (after a considerable lack thereof until 5 am)
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new year's eve began like this, with a lovely salsera and some delicious potion

y seguió, con diosas en brooklyn....





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it was a peaceful new year's day, which we spent con queridas amigas nancy and raquel at tom's diner and subsequently, some time in one of my favorite places on earth, the cathedral of saint john the divine.
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then there was a screening of a fine historical film called tuff turf, in order to replenish the energies lost the previous eve. two members of our expedition were able to revitalize enough to drink vodka and crank out some heavy renditions of bon jovi songs in chinatown, then crawl home to more solitude. the next day was primarily taken up with eating delicious foods of wonder cooked by miss seze and then riding in the carriage home to bostonia, where we will share a respite until the next leg of our journey...