Over the past months, Amonorzo has been downgraded to my "intermittent" bookmark folder. Every once in a while I'd pull it up and add another comment to his/her last post (it was up to 8 or 9 last I checked). Today, I went there, and all the posts had been deleted, except for the very first one! AAAAGH! All my wheedling and cajoling, and random blathering, and oh! that haiku I left there on Halloween! All gone! Deb's nice comment, too — she was the only other person to comment there — gone gone gone.
I only hope he/she never knew the comments were there (they don't show on the "Edit Posts" page), and was just deleting a bunch of test posts, not being malicious.
But maybe this means Amonorzo's going to start posting! What will this blog be about? Music? Cars? Daily life? The migration habits of the Elegant Trogon? What?
11.22.2005
prehistoric jungle, 10 inches wide
I've moved the footed terracotta bowl of succulents inside for the winter. The plants would do fine outside, but the planter would freeze and break. Anyway, in honor of their new status, and because I miss having sun on the balcony, here are some photos I took back in... July? August?
11.20.2005
Saturday
Yesterday, five of us from the comic group ran a workshop up at the teen center in Española. It was kind of a sequel to one that a few of the folks had run last year. Turnout wasn't quite as high as the last one (I understand), but it was a committed group. We talked for a bit, showed some examples, and turned them loose. They all had different approaches and a range of ideas, so we just offered assistance where we could. The whole thing was a great time, and ran about an hour longer than it was scheduled to, so we headed out just before 5.
Friday, the group had kind of (we later found out how vague it was) been invited to participate in a gallery opening at Feral Gallery on Saturday night. Feral is the new form of Skeleton Art (which we've blogged about before), in a new, big warehouse space (at least temporarily). The show opened at 6, we showed up around 530 to some folks who had no idea we were going to be there and weren't quite sure what to do with us. But we brought our own table and stuff, so they gave us a spot over by the "lounge" area in the gallery. The space itself was really once a warehouse, big and open and wall space for a lot of art — great, but a bit cold. We stuck around for a few hours before turning it over to a couple other people in the group. Turns out, it was a great venue — made a respectable number of sales, talked to a whole bunch of interested folks, made friends with the dog that showed up later in the evening and circled the cheese plates.
Laura Brink, who we first saw at the first incarnation of Skeleton Art, didn't have any work hanging. But Jett pointed out to us that she did have a small piece (really, just a couple inches square) in the silent auction. We kind of spent the evening returning back to it, watching the lack of bids. Should we put one in? Wait 'til we're ready to go? It just gets bid up at the last moment anyway . . . . So, as we were on our way out, stopped by; there was one bid. Eh, we decided, let's put in one for a little more. Probably will get outbid at the end of the evening. But, a call today, we got it — the first piece of art we've bought since moving here.
And Monica met her while staffing the table.
Back home earlier than we should probably admit to.
Friday, the group had kind of (we later found out how vague it was) been invited to participate in a gallery opening at Feral Gallery on Saturday night. Feral is the new form of Skeleton Art (which we've blogged about before), in a new, big warehouse space (at least temporarily). The show opened at 6, we showed up around 530 to some folks who had no idea we were going to be there and weren't quite sure what to do with us. But we brought our own table and stuff, so they gave us a spot over by the "lounge" area in the gallery. The space itself was really once a warehouse, big and open and wall space for a lot of art — great, but a bit cold. We stuck around for a few hours before turning it over to a couple other people in the group. Turns out, it was a great venue — made a respectable number of sales, talked to a whole bunch of interested folks, made friends with the dog that showed up later in the evening and circled the cheese plates.
Laura Brink, who we first saw at the first incarnation of Skeleton Art, didn't have any work hanging. But Jett pointed out to us that she did have a small piece (really, just a couple inches square) in the silent auction. We kind of spent the evening returning back to it, watching the lack of bids. Should we put one in? Wait 'til we're ready to go? It just gets bid up at the last moment anyway . . . . So, as we were on our way out, stopped by; there was one bid. Eh, we decided, let's put in one for a little more. Probably will get outbid at the end of the evening. But, a call today, we got it — the first piece of art we've bought since moving here.
And Monica met her while staffing the table.
Back home earlier than we should probably admit to.
11.16.2005
brrrrr...
Woke up this morning, and the white mulberry in front of our living room window had dropped what was left of its leaves.
Nice view to/from the parking lot. Guess I'll have to be more careful what I wear around the house.
Nice view to/from the parking lot. Guess I'll have to be more careful what I wear around the house.
11.13.2005
Santa Fe Japan Festival
Headed over to Santa Fe High School for the Santa Fe Japan Festival for a couple hours today. Arrived just in time for the Taiko drumming.
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