The theme for our show this summer is "Live Studio Audience" and all the music is TV related. For the first half of the show we have to wear costumes of a TV character that is not a cartoon (otherwise I would be Velma from Scooby Doo.) I had the hardest time figuring out which costume would be quirky and sorta me. And then I found this:



. . . and knew. I have to be the Flying Nun. That headpiece is to die for! My friend JD says St. Clare of Assisi is the patron saint of TV . . . maybe she can be incorporated somehow on a rosary instead of a cross.

The Drag Weekend that is so NOT a Drag

So its Monday night, which in Eddietime means three days till flying to DC to see TallL, and four days until The Show. I'm having probs coming up with something faaaabulous to wear for the big event because, dangit, I dont swath myself in anything remotely outrageous. Not even close. I cant even manage fashionable, unless a stained t-shirt is haute couture. *sigh* I accepted plain as my clothing mantra long ago. But when Eddie picks me out of the crowd and asks me to have cafe au lait with him after the show, I need to be puttin on the ritz, not wiping the crumbs of one off me.

Bookish Love

Whoa. It's the 26th? Somehow I lost three whole days.

Blogger has a place to list your favorite books in "Profile." As much as I adore lists, I didnt type one. It simply changes too much. What I liked last week is meh today. So I wrote a description instead and then realized I had more to say on the subject - why not here?

Favorite Books?

Books that suck you into a story that is so real, so right now, it's as if you're an actual character that hasnt been mentioned yet. Books that, when you put them down, follow you around while you pull on socks and walk the dog. The storyline and characters fill the creases and folds and pores of your skin like bathwater, and every miniscule hair on your body feels a change in tone, an ominous sign, a foreshadowing of things yet unknown. It engages every emotion: it is not just a story, but it is your secret life, the one you have always wanted but have never dared to try. After the climax crests and your eyes are tired from lack of blinking, the denoument provides resolution, but not resolution enough. You close the cover - the stacked and numbered leaves no longer accessed or needed. But your mind continues the adventure: what happens next? Because surely, this is not the end. It cannot be the end.

Im Grounded!

The one thing I always wished for in the past was more time to do things 'right,' or time for projects that make me happy. I am doing some of those things, but now that I have oodles of sand in the hourglass, I'm very wasteful and careless with it. I cant provide exact numbers, but there is a lot of piddling and frittering in front of the TV or on boards online. Before I know it, the day has gone by and what really do I have to show for it? Not a whole lot. I figure I need a little, just a little, discipline in my currently carefree existance.

So yesterday I grounded myself from daytime TV, and spent the day as if I were at work accountable for some kind of production. Granted the day had 1-2 hours slotted for reading, and 60 mins for computer time, but when the timer went off, I got up and willed myself to do something else, like cleaning, crafts or practicing music. For the moment, I'm liberated from liberation! The chains of a schedule - how I need it.

A Congress of Beekeepers

Only 12 more days until we see "Stripped" in DC, and I'm so excited I can barely stand it! It's going to a great weekend.

I just spent some time on the Beekeepers website, and if it was my job to do so, I'd change some things. I wonder how I could pass my ideas along? hmmmm . . .

Making Stuff

In the quest to make the Worlds Most Perfect Granaola, Trial 1 was mostly successful (dispite questionable substitutions and a slightly Wheaty-like aftertaste.) It called for unknown-to-me ingredients like flaxseed (oooo!)and coconut oil (ahhhh!)which required rooting around in fishy Asian markets, and leaving out certain items altogether. I'd def do it again . . . with modifications, of course.

The original (and probably already perfect) recipe can be found here:

http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Megans-Granola/Detail.aspx

So what next? Homemade yogurt? The Muslims invented yogurt cultures in third world conditions centuries ago - why shouldnt I try it?

For me, the driving force behind making art/food/cleaning products, is a mishmash of semi-uninimportant hooha, but still I'm driven, absolutely DRIVEN, to do it! Control was never something to be had, or if so, was lost long ago.

But wouldnt you too if you were bored, unchallenged, trying to go green (okay pale green), and got your rocks off occassionally beating a throw-away, consumer-hungry system?

The thing about creating, with a view to the environment or not, is that it's a snowball effect. Once bitten by the desire to make, it cannot be satiated. Even while doing other things, the creative brain is searching for viable outlets for making some kind of mark. Prime example, I attempted to make laundry detergent, knowing full well, that if it was successful, it could not END there. I was already thinking about the next cleaning product project, and the next one, and the one after that.

Sometimes I ask where will this path take me? But in reality, the satisfaction comes from having tried, and learning a thing or two in the process. Even sucky failures are momentary adventures for brain cells never before utilized. We use what, an estimated 1% of 1% of our mental capacity? I'll never understand cold fusion or Dimensions 4 thru 10, but I can make stuff, by golly. I sure can make stuff.

Granola Girl

I'm gonna do it. I'm going to make granola - right here in my kitchen with organic products. How hard can it be?

Someone please intervene if I start blogging about macrame plant hangers. . . and the same goes for crystal deoderants, patcholi and hemp products.

But rain barrels and compost heaps are okay. Because they are uber cool.