Georges Le Soq: Two timing it with DIRTY GIRL? Or....

There is this pair of filthy toe socks over in the playground, hanging around in the mud. My rotton French sock monkey Georges Le Soq brings them home, a trampy, dirty sock girl. He offers her the use of our washer and, frankly, that trampy and dirty pair of socks is STILL trampy and dirty, but I see him messing around with her
"oh my wee little apricot, you have zee, how you say, TOESIES and you have zee, how you say, lime colored stripes, I find your stink intoxicating..."
but you can imagine how that sh!t went, I mean, you can take the toesie socks out of the mud, but can you EVER get the mud out of the toesie socks? Last I saw, she was out in a dumpster diving for God knows what...

But then, in the mail? Georges is like
"mon ami, Kasey, she send me something wonderful" and I am like
"????" and he opens this box and shows me the new wine sock monkey cooler she sent him and he is like, off to the fridge rooting around for some chardonnay to stuff into the sock and I am like, explaining to Winnie the bear
"well Winnie, don't feel too bad, we warned you about Georges, and at least this chick is CLEAN and fresh smelling..."


Dig this wine cooler, and loads of other groovy pots at my etsy gallery.

kicking A$$ on cyber Monday!

I SWEAR I am not making this up: dreamt that the wife and I were hiding in some desert shack and she is like
"I'm gonna get those suckers!" and she is up and at the window, pistols blazing BLAM and you hear villianous cries of pain out there and then she is like
"down the stairs NOW!" and we escape into this spiral staircase in the floor which goes down hundreds of dusty feet into the ground and we open a door and its....the presidential apartment! There is a giant sized teddy bear, like 12 feet tall, made out of bubble wrap. The first family is out of town, but Michelle has left a note for us that one of the girls made this jumbo bear out of bubble wrap, and that is the fulfillment of our quest....

My wife: BAMF :)

Back here on earth, we had to set up our pottery sale at the Willard Stragiht Art Gallery at Cornell University yesterday (11-6 M-Th, 11-4 Friday! See ME there Tues 11-1 or Friday 1-4) and the wife, who is definately BAMF in real life, not just my dreams, comes along to help and it all goes so smoothly and we see dozens of my pals and then I am like
"Green curry at Asian Noodle House?" and we are like, STUFFED in no time. Yes, so much food, 2 people can hardly eat one appetizer and one dish.... :)






(for sale now with other groovy pots at my etsy gallery!)

Cornell sale this week!

(flying pig angels mug, on sale now at my etsy shop, with other stuff too!)

SO, you know, I am a bit reclusive, but I do teach pottery classes at the Cornell University pot shop. Sounds fancy, but the classes are non-credit, just for fun. ANYWAY, if you live around Ithaca, come on over to our pottery sale! Williard Straight Hall Art Gallery, Monday-Friday, 11-6!!!!!!!! I have, for example, these fine mugs in the sale, and a zillion other groovy items, plus my friends have theirs on sale. I will be there myself 11-1 Tuesday and 1-4 Friday, but shop for my stuff anytime all week.

"Back off man, I'm a scientist"

YES, we were watching Ghostbusters last night.
ANYWAY, twas a very very good Thanksgiving, and here is the final story.
SO, being a vegan household and although tofurkey dinner is tasty is also very salty, we decided to make a meatless Farmer's Wife's pizza-spaghetti casserole. That is soy pepperoni on there, fake cheese too, wicked tasty! One of my relatives always calls on Thanksgiving to ask what we are eating and I do my best to shock her traditionalist self. Its a win-win situation: shock the relatives, tasty Thanksgiving dinner.
So, in addition to carving the pineapple and making jam, as you saw in the post below, we also made a pumpkin pie, triple chocolate cookies, wee little apple pies and washed it all down with cheapo jug champaigne... :)

glorious Thanksgiving recap, part one

I have a lot more to tell, but this pic of Penny is so cute. Yesterday we are buzzing around our vegetarian kitchen and the dog is like, trying to be helpful....but you know, she doesn't like pineapple, and the only turkey she got was a taste from a can of turkey cat food....
Last spring we picked a zillion raspberries and froze them. We made them into jam Thursday. OH-MY-GOSH that is lovely.....more later.....

black FRIDAY

(sugar bowl by Gary Rith)
Stay home and shop, and I keep adding new stuff to my online gallery! Check it out!

"you're a blogger, not a logger"

Went to Purity Ice Cream Wednesday: Sundaes for lunch. Good lord that is tasty.
I read something snarky last week about young urban hipsters sporting the "neo-logger look" and I tell the wife
"I havn't shaved in a couple of days, whee! Its the neo-logger look!" and she is NOT impressed and tells me
"you're a BLOGGER not a logger". I read in People magazine that 85 percent of British women like HAIRY MEN. I guess I am very big in Britain right now....
This being, of course, a vegetarian household, the only Thanksgiving turkey is going to the cats.
I delight in being a non-traditionalist bohemian anarchist, and the only thing I like to do on holidays is keep sh!t QUIET. I like quietude.
So, we were gonna make pizza for Thanksgiving, but then I am thinking maybe burritos and pineapple, and later maybe spaghetti-pizza pie. I might be convinced to make an apple pie, but definately I am making triple chocolate cookies, and the wife is thawing out last summer's berries and making 2 batches of jam.
More sundae.....

Me and the visiting SIL went to Taughannock State Park and Falls Wedsnesday. It was cold but utterly beautiful and spectacular, what a treat, just a few miles down the road....
we all like GAMBLING so we break out the piggy and the cards and the pennies...and Spike is like "ME TOO!"


(teapot by Gary Rith)
New stuff at my online etsy shoppe: you gotta get you some!

2 of the most gorgeous vases you have ever seen in your life....

(vases by Gary Rith)
Dude dies and went to heaven. When he got to the pearly gate Saint Peter told him that new rules were in effect due to the advances in education. In order to gain admittance a prospective heavenly soul must answer two questions.
1. Name two days of the week beginning with “T”.
2. How many seconds are there in a year?
The lion thought for a few minutes and answered…
1. The two days of the week that begin with “T” are Today and Tomorrow.
2. There are twelve seconds in a year.
Saint Peter said, “OK, I’ll buy the Today and Tomorrow answer, even though it’s not the answer I expected. But how did you get twelve seconds in a year?” The dude replied, “Well, January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd, etc…” Saint Peter opens the gate without another word.

le zebras!

(pottery by Gary Rith)
As you know, I love zebras. Made this bowl last week, and I was like "quick, make some cups too!" and yesterday it is being delivered to a store and I pull it out of of the box and this lady GRABS it and runs to the cash register. True story! better make more :)


There was this zebra who had lived her entire life in a zoo and was getting on a bit so the zoo keeper decided as a treat that she could spend her final years in bliss on a farm. The zebra was so excited, she got out of the horse float to see this huge space with green grass and hill and trees and all these strange animals. She saw a big fat weird looking brown thing and ran up to it all excited, "Hi! I'm a zebra, what are you?"

"I'm a cow" said the cow.

"Right, and what do you do?" asked the zebra.

"I make milk for the farmer" said the cow.

"Cool." The zebra then saw this funny looking little white thing and ran over to it. "Hi, I'm a zebra, what are you?"

"I'm a chicken," said the chicken.

"Oh, right, what do you do?" asked the zebra.

"I make eggs for the farmer." said the chicken.

"Right - o, great, see ya round." Then the zebra saw this very handsome beast that looked almost exactly like her without the stripes. She ran over to it and said, "Hi, I'm a zebra, what are you?"

"I am a Stallion," said the stallion.

"Wow," said the zebra. "What do you do?"

"Take off your pajamas darling, and I'll show you."

OUR ghost

(map of our village in 1897, our house is number 41, belonging then to AI Van Horn and his wife Henrietta-this stone seems to be his parents on one side, them on the other--there are other Van Horns in the cemetery, and you can see on the map that we are only a block or 2 from the cemetery)

I have been poking through records, which is not hard to do, and I went to the cemetery to find the people who, according to our title abstract, are either the first or second residents of our house.

SOMEBODY rattles around in this house, some spirit, a very noisy spirit (or resident rodent in the walls).
I don't know much about the Van Horns, but it looks like AI, who may have built our house in 1865, definately he was the owner in the late 1800s, was married to a woman named Mary before Henrietta, and she died in 1866 just after their one year old baby died. So he must have married Henrietta next....

rough love.....

My rotton French sock monkey Georges Le Soq keeps putting the moves on Winnie, the new bear in town. She can bearly tolerate him and his smelly ways, as you might imagine.....
Penny, of course, found some extra energy last night and used it to harass, or should I say play, with Spike. Her playing with Spike often looks like leaping and wrestling and chewing on Spike.....

supermodel, c'est MOI

Saturday I am opening this magazine and its like "HEY, that's ME!" Dude in the D and G ad has MY glasses and stubble and my curly dark hair. Unlike me, I'd say he combed his hair.
Later, Goofy Kim is over for lunch, and I show this to her and she is like
"it looks exactly like like you and your glasses, except he has that look, he looks gay". Not sure how Goofy Kim figured that....but he is copying my LOOK, except for the shabby part. I am not exactly a tidy person.




(bowls by Gary Rith)
I was making zebra stuff the other day decided to do this black bowl set in a wild animal style...and realized after it came out of the kiln: it looks like SPIKE! I did not photograph the set very well, but you get the idea. If you need a groovy set of stacking bowls painted to look like a big friendly cat, email me :)
Went hiking with Goofy kim yesterday. She got this photo, and astutely said "you always take a photo here in this creek". Its hard to get one past her...

Hermione and ME

(groovy pitcher by Gary Rith)
It was NOT much of a snow storm, as you see. A few flakes for half an hour.
OK, Hermione? I remember enjoying the first Harry Potter book...then the others in quick succession each summer, but then the books got looooonger and they did not come out each summer....and I lost track. I did not and do not care. The first book was wonderfully interesting, a gem. But I kinda thought the story dragged after book 5-6, and never read 7. Did not see the movies anyway.
According to my dream, which featured Hermione, I made a mistake. Hermione, or Emma, told me I outta see the movies. OH! Well then...