11.29.2014
11.28.2014
Launch
No, not lunch. It was early, but still dinner. Monica put together an amazing meal, and all our guests contributed.
11.27.2014
11.26.2014
11.25.2014
11.23.2014
11.22.2014
11.20.2014
11.17.2014
11.01.2014
New Greyhound Buddy
Feather recently moved to town and is in need of a dog friend.
(Photo's kind of deceptive — they took a while to acknowledge each other in the private dog park, ran for about about 45 seconds, and then continued to pretty much ignore each other for the next 30 minutes.)
10.25.2014
Autumn Walk to the Farmers Market
Oh, that's right. This blog.
Update: there's also been some activity over at Santa Fe Garden.
A beautiful early October day made even better by it being late October. Unoccupied with projects this morning, so walked to the Farmers Market.
Kitteh!
Update: there's also been some activity over at Santa Fe Garden.
A beautiful early October day made even better by it being late October. Unoccupied with projects this morning, so walked to the Farmers Market.
Kitteh!
8.18.2014
7.19.2014
6.22.2014
Taos Adventure
Our friend Turner's house- and dogsitting outside of Taos, so we decided to get out of town for a little visit. First chance, after years, to test out the big bed Mon made for the car. Performed without incident, but not sure Cheyenne ever settled in on the hour-plus drive up.
Turned off the main road well before Taos, onto a small road winding through some awfully green land. Almost swampy at times. Was that a red-winged blackbird?
Arrived at the house late morning, greeted by Turner. It was time for "his" dogs' walks: Otto, the little black heeler-chow-oid, and Zeke, the greyhound. Zeke, as it turns out, has the ear tattoos, but was probably bred to be a hunting dog — very different build.
Their path takes them through a couple meadows and down to the little river, the source of all the green. Otto, bounding off leash all around; Cheyenne, head down, found a path and had to walk on it. Zeke … I'm not entirely sure. He was balky, grudgingly agreed to go along, but I never saw as I was out in front getting pulled along by Cheyenne.
She walked a little into the river, a bit unsteady on the rock bottom, but she likes walking through water. But. So. Many. Mosquitos. We hastily returned to the house. A beautiful, two-story house, we all agreed kind of a mix of Hamptons by way of New Mexico. Didn't need to wonder long where the dogs fit in there, once we saw the giant sectional in the living room covered by sheets to accommodate them.
Passed the afternoon grilling, chatting, catching up. Slathered on the bug repellent and led Cheyenne on a mission to specifically walk in and through the river, but she didn't care for walking on the rocks. Zeke, so overwhelmed by mosquitos, just returned.
We headed home soon after, but not after having to chase Otto out of the open-for-packing-up car twice, and once when he just jumped through the window. A little tired.
Turned off the main road well before Taos, onto a small road winding through some awfully green land. Almost swampy at times. Was that a red-winged blackbird?
Arrived at the house late morning, greeted by Turner. It was time for "his" dogs' walks: Otto, the little black heeler-chow-oid, and Zeke, the greyhound. Zeke, as it turns out, has the ear tattoos, but was probably bred to be a hunting dog — very different build.
Their path takes them through a couple meadows and down to the little river, the source of all the green. Otto, bounding off leash all around; Cheyenne, head down, found a path and had to walk on it. Zeke … I'm not entirely sure. He was balky, grudgingly agreed to go along, but I never saw as I was out in front getting pulled along by Cheyenne.
She walked a little into the river, a bit unsteady on the rock bottom, but she likes walking through water. But. So. Many. Mosquitos. We hastily returned to the house. A beautiful, two-story house, we all agreed kind of a mix of Hamptons by way of New Mexico. Didn't need to wonder long where the dogs fit in there, once we saw the giant sectional in the living room covered by sheets to accommodate them.
Passed the afternoon grilling, chatting, catching up. Slathered on the bug repellent and led Cheyenne on a mission to specifically walk in and through the river, but she didn't care for walking on the rocks. Zeke, so overwhelmed by mosquitos, just returned.
We headed home soon after, but not after having to chase Otto out of the open-for-packing-up car twice, and once when he just jumped through the window. A little tired.
6.08.2014
shelf project
There's a little nicho in the bathroom. All the Stamm houses had them. The shelves are glass. Who paints over removable glass shelves? (In that horrible yellow cream color?) I know, I'll just strip off the paint and we'll have glass shelves again! Stop laughing!
28 March
After the first coat of CitriStrip/scraping. Yeah, I don't care what the bottle says, you're going need to let that sit longer than 30 minutes.
29 March
Cover it with plastic (cut-up trash bags) and let it sit at least 24 hours.
29 March
Apparently someone, at some point, thought it would be a good idea to paint that thing a bright orange-red. Over mauve.
31 March
We're gonna needa bigger boat another coat. Also, probably should mask off the walls better. And take the towel bar down.
31 March
Yup, glass shelves.
1 April
They're in there real good.
1 April
Had to break the shelves to get them out. Baseball hat? Check. Long sleeve shirt? Check. Safety goggles over my glasses? Gloves? Train robber bandana over my nose and mouth? Check checkity check. It's hammer time!
1 April
After more cleanup, sanding, scraping, wood putty, more sanding.
1 April
Then 2 coats of primer, followed by 4 coats of white paint (Behr Swan Wing, to match the trim in the rest of the house), followed by no photos of any of that.
And then we had a series of dinner guests, so I dumped all my painting/stripping supplies in the bathtub and closed the shower curtain.
And then Andy was coming to visit, so I had to clear out the tub, put the towel bar back up, clean the bathroom, and get some new glass shelves.
14 May
And there you go.
14 May
The end.
28 March
After the first coat of CitriStrip/scraping. Yeah, I don't care what the bottle says, you're going need to let that sit longer than 30 minutes.
29 March
Cover it with plastic (cut-up trash bags) and let it sit at least 24 hours.
29 March
Apparently someone, at some point, thought it would be a good idea to paint that thing a bright orange-red. Over mauve.
31 March
We're gonna need
31 March
Yup, glass shelves.
1 April
They're in there real good.
1 April
Had to break the shelves to get them out. Baseball hat? Check. Long sleeve shirt? Check. Safety goggles over my glasses? Gloves? Train robber bandana over my nose and mouth? Check checkity check. It's hammer time!
1 April
After more cleanup, sanding, scraping, wood putty, more sanding.
1 April
Then 2 coats of primer, followed by 4 coats of white paint (Behr Swan Wing, to match the trim in the rest of the house), followed by no photos of any of that.
And then we had a series of dinner guests, so I dumped all my painting/stripping supplies in the bathtub and closed the shower curtain.
And then Andy was coming to visit, so I had to clear out the tub, put the towel bar back up, clean the bathroom, and get some new glass shelves.
14 May
And there you go.
14 May
The end.
5.10.2014
Plantings and Stuff
Monica's been documenting her plantings and other assorted blooming over at Santa Fe Garden. She's outside now, I'm about to start cleaning in preparation for Andy's arrival this week.
5.04.2014
We're in this week's Pasatiempo
Pasatiempo, the weekly arts magazine in The Santa Fe New Mexican, features comics creators from Santa Fe and north in this article about 7000 BC.
3.04.2014
Back from Austin
A great return to STAPLE! after too many years away and a visit with Carol and Doug. More later, but first …
on the way, we found this:
but seeing this on the radio just seemed redundant:
on the way, we found this:
but seeing this on the radio just seemed redundant:
2.26.2014
Steps to Video Stardom, Part 2
A Colorado College* student, a printmaker and filmmaker, contacted 12 Tons about participating in her senior project: a documentary about the small letterpresses of the West. I was the first stop on her tour. We can only hope I sound vaguely intelligent, but I've got faith in her editing.
* Kevin's alma mater, as it turns out.
2.17.2014
Talkin' About Talkin' About Comics
Video by my friends at Narrative Media promoting a workshop I'll be running at Big Adventure Comics this Thursday.
2.09.2014
Mountains Last Evening
Nothing compared to the sun setting against the storm clouds breaking up on Friday evening, but missed that opportunity.
(Straight from the new camera, not even resized in Photoshop.)
1.07.2014
I know, relatively speaking, it's not that cold here …
… but it still doesn't make it easy to get up on a cold winter morning.
1.01.2014
What Were You Doing New Year's Eve?
And this morning, we were not up early enough to hear the special holiday return to the airwaves of Mouth of Wonder that we recorded when M+D were here.
Update: here's the radio show.
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