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Friday, February 18, 2011

"unusually large ears"


(mugs by Gary Rith)
The other day Laura is talking about my elephant pots with her mom.
It went something like this:
Laura "Mom, you love elephants, look at Gary's elephant pots!!!!"
Laura's mom "Mmm, hmm, he is def. the master of the elephant pot, but golly, he has a way with beagles, doesn't he? I didn't know I could love beagles so much!"
and I am like
"Wait until Friday, when I can show you a new yellow color scheme..with beagles!"

Penny, of course, has, as our vet tells us (and she has a beagle of her own) "Penny has unusually large ears".




Thursday, February 17, 2011

the wife writes of lovelorn and lonely gloves......


The wife herself!



I am walking across the Cornell University campus yesterday on my way to work in the Pot Shop and see a brightly dressed person across the quad taking pictures of the gutter. Tis the wife! I head over for the happy reunion.
She is like "I am taking pictures of gloves in the gutter. I am writing a story!" and I am like
"that one is especially dirty" and we wander on and I see a PAIR! A pair of nice leather gloves (above pic) and we move in to get the photo and then she is like
"are you gonna grab them or shall I?" and I tuck them away and say
"they would just get ruined out here anyways, plus I bet they fit you...." and later in the car she is trying on the one and about to try on the other and I am like
"you know what makes a good glove story? You are trying them on and there is a FINGER IN THERE! A chopped off finger!" and she quick tosses them on the floor and is like
"I DON"T WANT THESE ANYMORE!" and I am like
"Yeah, a chopped off finger with a wedding ring! Whose finger is it??????"
Anyway.
Enjoy her brief story here.

Speed Dating for Mateless Gloves by Maude Rith

“Do you come here often? Do you do this sort of thing all the time? This is my first time here so I guess we have eight minutes before we mutate into mittens. I’m joking, eight minutes until we rotate?

“Have you met anybody here? Do you come because you’ve succeeded or do you come because you’re still looking? No, I’m kidding again. If you had found someone of course you wouldn’t be here. You’d be off with your true glove.

“Speaking of which how did it happen? Oh, that is sad. No, they never hear your mate’s cries. Sometimes I wonder if people would just stop and listen or check to see if they have everything before rushing off there would be fewer of us in this world.

“Me? We were being carried and she was running for the train. In fact, the doors almost closed on her wrist and she was so surprised. We all were but I got on and he didn’t. Her fingers were just loose enough. He fell on the tracks; it was horrible. I probably wouldn’t recognize him now down in the filth and water and rats and trash. But enough about me, what kind of glove are you looking for? What qualities would you compromise on? I see.

“Do you think we get along? Can you see yourself with me? Will you really call me or are you asking for my number just to be nice? Bye, hope to hear from you. I mean it.”

(copyright: everything on this blog except other people's music videos copyright Maude and Gary Rith 2011)

(Enjoy some G Love and special sauce...get it...G LOVE together is...glove!)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Jen and Laura weigh in on the elephants.....


(groovy elephant jar by Gary Rith)
Jen is, you know, a new visitor here, and watches my video (Down BELOW! When I was on TV...you remember that I was a TV STAR this time last year???) and she is like:
"My favorite part was the video of you talking about your tea pots and you said "this one does not have an elephant on it". I got a good chuckle out of the lack of elephant". And I am like "Well, Jen, sometimes you have to make a duck not an elephant" and last night? Last night I am talking to Laura and she is watching me make an elephant teapot (BIG SURPRISE!) and she is like "oooh, my mom loves elephants, I am always watching out for elephant stuff" And I am like "well, some people have said I must be a REPUBL!CAN" and both me and Laura make SOUR faces "but I tell them its because I love Dumbo and Babar.

In other news, me and the wife are walking away from the Cornell campus this evening, and she stops me and says
"hey, G Bomb, let me get your picture here!"




spooky ass



Not Spike the kitteh, down below.
I teach class at Cornell University Tuesday afternoon and I keep thinking I will get the students to take pics of me teaching. HA! I am too busy yakking.
But I did get pics of myself walking by Llenroc, founder Ezra Cornell's house on campus, now a frat. In a town and university with a lot of nice buildings, maybe this is the prettiest. I had to return to my car past the house after dark. Spooky ass gothic at night, next to this cemetery, and there was a nearly full moon coming up......





Tuesday, February 15, 2011

back to badass....




(mugs by Gary Rith, on sale at my etsy gallery now!) These mugs have a skull sitting on the bootom! FREAK OUT your friends!
And dig the nice socks to wife gave me for Valentine's...




I gave the wife Modern Love by Bowie. Holy cats, FAV-OR-ITE album of all time maybe. She had it on cassette, I had it on vinyl. Finally catching up on the CD :)

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine's Day part 2!


(upper left clockwise: artwork by Kerry Barnes, Jilly Bean, Reverend Awesome, Little Tori who is 5, Scott VerMulm, the Reverend's huband, and Maureen Johnson, otherwise known as Auntie Moodle)

You know how Charlie Brown is always waiting for Valentines that never come, and Snoopy will get a boatload?
OH WELL Charlie Brown, me and Snoopy are WINNERS, and I guess you are a loser...
I got a LOT of Valentine's from my friends, art work! I gave out quite a few too, the magnets you see here, I made a heart with a beagle.

Valentine's Day, part One :)





I was like "I bet there is an oatmeal, peanut butter chocolate cookie recipe online" and a few clicks later I have promising choices and choose the simplest looking. IT IS pretty simple, wicked tasty and makes a mountain of cookies! This is how I did it:

oatmeal, peanut butter chocolate cookies

preheat to 350
-soften slightly 16 tbs margerine or butter, stirr in cup brown sugar, 1/2 cup white sugar, stir smoothsmoothsmooth
-add one cup peanut butter, 2 eggs and 2 tsp vanilla STIRSTIRSTIR!
-add 2 cups oats, 2 1/2 cup flour, tsp baking soda, STIRSTIRSTIR!
-stir in 12 oz choc chips

Place spoonfulls (or hearts!) onto ungreased cookie sheets. I needed 3. If baking 2 at once, bake 5 minutes, switch cookie sheets around in oven, then bake about 5 minutes more total 10-12 minutes, until lthey look slightly golden and perfect :)

Here's a take on love...not exactly wholesome...

the original: maybe even MORE weird!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

My Gal is a COUGAR

"I'm a cougar, aren't I?" is what she said. This is how the conversation got there:

We had enjoyed the enchiladas for lunch and I had a couple of drips of tea in my mug and without thinking I sloshed them onto my plate and swirled it around. While still at the table. While she was still eating. In retrospect, it doesn't sound too classy.

The wife says: I was reading somebody who admitted they were in their 40s but still in the middle of a long and weird adolescence.
Me: Oh, the tea on the plate? I had these extra drips and I thought if I poured them on my plate and swirled it around, it would be easier to wash my plate :)
she: Maybe sometimes when 2 people are together a very long time, they figure they can be as weird as they want to be.
me: I am fully willing to admit I am a fifteen year old.

And that is when she realized she is a cougar......


(slightly blurry photo of an awesome teapot by Gary Rith)

Saturday, February 12, 2011

"the day of bad handwriting and typos" by THE WIFE

The wife wrote this rather amusing piece.....

The day of bad handwriting and typos by Maude Rith

Just one day? No, it started as a day but steams to be my life. First I had to walk the god. Try putting that on a leash. Then as it bobbled around above me like a helium balloon I realized I needed to go to the band and withdraw some honey.

I took my mist to the grocery stone. Barked the car and lent in. I needed oranges, celery, onions and garlic from the produce section. That was easy enough and got a card instead of a basket.

In the butcher section I got wish and feat. Then I headed over to the faking good smile for a five-pound sack of power. There was a rabbit at the peck out who wouldn’t take my honey so I had to leave everything on the mounter. At least they didn’t charge a redocking fee but I bet someday they will.

“Pace cadet,” the rabbit muttered as I weft.

Pack in the barking slot I had to decide what to do. I really needed the power to fake a match of frownies. I already had the chocolate lips and enough legs and sugar. Maybe my best trend could blend me some. I pulled out my well phone to give her a ball.

“Yellow,” she said.

“Can I borrow two cups of power and hay you back later?”

“I don’t lee why hot. Come on over.”

Flings were looking pup. I turned the me in the ignition and stared down the load. Fresh frownies, we’re on our say.


(beagle sugar bowl by Gary Rith--yes! It opens up!)

Friday, February 11, 2011

Kerry, Kasey and Kupid....


(above, Kasey and Scott, below, Brett, Kerry, the wife and me)


I was talking with the wife over the banana bread and French roast and Morning Edition:
me: I don't get it, why don't all women just go LESBIAN?
she: ????
me: I mean, you think about it, young women would be all romantic and cuddly with each other, and young boys would be all pimples and grabby and sweaty and trying to score...
she: ????
me: Women get the short end of the stick, men are horrible! Like the saying goes, a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.
she: ????
me: I have to be a decent guy. YOU are such a sweetie. I gotta make you triple chocolate cookies and offer up the neck rubs and pedicures, make sure I, you know, make you happy.
she: YOU DO!
me: Oh, thanks :) 99.9 percent of guys are totally worthless. I feel bad for women. But I like Brett and Scott.....they are both artsy and fun and really wonderful to their wives.

AND SO I got the idea to contact Brett's wife Kerry and Scott's wife Kasey, see what I could learn:

This winter sucks eggs, but you two are some of my most favorite and funny friends. Which gave me an idea, an INTERVIEW! I love hearing what ya'lls have to say because it is a) interesting and b) funny.
This is what I wanna do, a blogpost on ROMANCE, starring you two. I love both your stories, I really do.
I love how Kerry grew up and went to college at the same time and place as Brett but didn't meet until years later, and Brett was so supportive of Kerry's hopes and dreams. Shoot, I'd marry Brett too.....
And Scott and kasey: this is big, you guys got engaged about a year ago, and got married about half a year ago, HOT DAMN! I love it! Newlyweds!
Maude and I got married 18 years ago, but it was 19 years ago this week we got together :)
So let me ask some questions, OK? Then I want to blog post a feature on ya'lls. I'll answer them too. (and answer as long or short as you like, you are both good writers)
1) When did you first notice the person you would marry?
2) What was the first nice thing they did for you?
3) What was your first date like?
4) What was the first thing somebody else told you about you two as a couple?
5) What do you remember about the first time you talked about marriage?

MY STORY
1) I first noticed Maude when I was entering a gallery exhibit in December 1989. I just found the poster Maude made for it the other day, too. Anyway, she had organized an exhibit of craft work made at University of Illinois Craft shops, and I delivered my box with a tea set to her office. I walk in with the box and she was so pretty I couldn't look her in the eye and asked 'where do I put this?' and she is like 'over there'. Memorable, eh? We got to know each other for 2-3 years before we had a date, but as for that first moment, she reminded me the other day that mine was the ONLY artwork in that show that sold.
2) First nice thing she did for me was I was planning to move apartments and she was just an aquaintance, and she is a tiny little woman, and she tells me 'OH! I can help you move your stuff!'. Wow. MARRIAGE MATERIAL.
3) Our first date was December 1991, we went to Lincoln Park Zoo's caroling to the animals. I was a very cold and rainy day, and we met by the seals. Afterwards, we went across the park to this great Mexican place and sat next to the fireplace, the only people there!
4) First thing somebody said to us, about us? Maude had a friend at work who was like 'rebound. It'll never last!' And when we were flying to Kansas City to meet her family, a guy sat next to us on the plane, and was a very nice retiree, who heard about us and said 'in all the years you will be together, through thick and thin, always remember why you got together. ' People do forget that sometimes, don't they???
5) The first time we talked about marriage, was summer of 92. We had been together a few months, and planned to marry in another year or 2. But we had just been to a friend's wedding, and you know how THAT gets you thinking, and we were on the elevated train platform waiting for the EL to take us back into Chicago when we said 'hey, why don't we get married on Christmas instead of waiting? It will only be half a year from now!'. And that is what we did, Christmas 1992 :)

Kerry and Brett
Aww, I love that your first date was carolling at the zoo!

1) When did you first notice the person you would marry?
We rode home together one weekend from college. Brett & I grew up in towns five miles apart but we never met until we both attended Ithaca College in the same school. He sat behind me in Intro to Mass Media. The girl who lived across the hall from me was friends with Brett's brother, so we both rode home with her one weekend freshman year. He read out loud from David Letterman's Book of Top Ten Lists. Dawn thought it was really annoying but I thought they were hysterical & I couldn't complain because I'd done the same thing to my roommates/friends.

2) What was the first nice thing they did for you?
Well, he probably didn't know it at the time. After my uncle died, I got thinking about what I wanted to do with my life and I realized I hated my job, hated living where I did (Rochester, NY) and wanted something different. My dad convinced me to apply to grad school to study education and offered to let me live at home with them and commute to school. I took a big risk applying- I quit my job, gave up my apartment (and nearly all my independence) and gambled everything on getting into school. My boyfriend at the time was very dismissive of this; he'd been a big fish in a little pond in high school, and college & the real world had been quite different for him, so he'd taken to putting my accomplishments down to make himself feel better. When I got the letter saying that not only was I accepted but they were awarding me an assistantship, I was ecstatic and relieved. Ex's response was "Well, it's only Alfred U." My parents took me out to dinner that night to celebrate and I ran into Brett. He asked what I was doing in town and I told him my good news. He was thrilled for me and told me how much he missed being a student and asked all about what I was going to be studying and what my assistantship would entail. It was the reaction my boyfriend was SUPPOSED to have.

3) What was your first date like?
Heh heh. It was a little bit more of a drunken hook-up than a date. I went out for trivia night at the bar in town with the guy I was seeing at the time- a friend of mine from high school who'd always had a crush on me but I'd been dating one of his friends. Unfortunately, he'd changed a lot and had become something of a drunken boor and I had the feeling I was only there to feed his team answers. I kept sneaking away to where Brett was playing with some friends of his. He invited us to an after-hours party at his apartment which was conveniently located across the street from the bar. My 'date' went as well, but soon left (possibly passed out in someone's bushes somewhere). After almost everyone had left his apartment, Brett & I were sitting out on his stoop and he just leaned over & kissed me and we both said, "Why haven't we done this before?" When he proposed, it was December and all his other big plans for doing it grandly had fallen apart so he drove me in front of his old apartment, as close as we could get to the stoop in the snow, and asked me then.

4) What was the first thing somebody else told you about you two as a couple?

Hmm, I don't really remember. There was general approval of Brett across the board. And I remember being at a party with his friends where I was being told the instructions for a game we were about to play and I said, "Oh, like chocolate babies?" referencing an old SNL skit, and Brett told Hap, "See, I told you she was one of us." Oh yes, wait a minute. Shortly after we started dating, I ran into a boy who was friends with my sister in the convenience store across from the bar. Brett & I were buying hot dogs & potato chips. This kid, Ryan, had a crush on me and used to bring me a box of chocolate-covered cherries for my birthday each year. He saw me with Brett & pulled me aside and told me he didn't like the looks of "that guy."

5) What do you remember about the first time you talked about marriage?

He'd been thinking about it long before me. We'd gone to my cousin's wedding which was just over the top, bagpipers announcing the newlyweds' arrival, full-on Catholic ceremony, DJs announcing the couple's every move, obnoxious videographer in everybody's way, etc. And I know I was thinking, there is no way I could ever do that. Then our friends Dan & Polly got married and we were both in the wedding. It was the coolest, most laid-back wedding I'd ever been to, really simple, heartfelt, just a good party. They didn't have an elaborate sit-down dinner- they had buffet trays of delicious snacks. Their wedding cake was a sheet cake from Wegmans with a Simpsons figure set plopped into it (Homer & Marge at the prom). It was at an old barn that had been renovated into an events hall, but was still rustic. I remember telling Brett at some point in the night, 'you know, we could do this,' and he said,' shh, don't ruin my surprise.' Four months later we were engaged and when we were planning our wedding, we modeled a lot of it on Dan & Polly's.

Me: Awesome, now Kasey and Scott:

1) When did you first notice the person you would marry?
I first noticed him in Juice (free weekly publication in Des Moines). I didn't notice because I thought, "Oh he's cute." I couldn't tell you what he looked like after reading it. (It was a taste test of generics vs. brands, he was a tester) I noticed he was saying funny things and me and Heath read it and I said, "Why is this person trying to be hilarious like us?" We didn't write for Juice, mind you. This wasn't someone taking away our column. This was just someone doing what we do, which is be hilarious. That was Scott. I didn't know Scott. I forgot about someone infringing on our kind of funny. I didn't realize that it was him until I came to his apartment for the first time and the article was on the fridge and I read it and told him how I was mad, but not really, at him about it all. That was me and Heath's way of saying he was funny.

2) What was the first nice thing they did for you?
He invited me to go see his friend Adam play in a multi-person invite on myspace. That's when I knew how special I was! Oh, that's not really an example is it.
Well drat. That's how we first started talking though. Okay, on our first date he didn't wear jeans even though he loves wearing jeans because I told him I hated wearing jeans. He was not only accepting my lunacy, he was embracing it and encouraging it. He also gave me a box of Fruity Pebbles, my favorite cereal.

3) What was your first date like?
We talked online and decided he'd make dinner. He made pasta. We watched Wonder Years and colored. He still has our first conversations online. He put them in a book for me. Here's how the final decision when to go on a date was made...

Me: Be a man and make a decision. I'll be a girl and say that doesn't work for me and then we can figure it out from there.
Scott: How about yesterday?
Me: You know yesterday I'm just really busy. It's not a good day for me. I have a whole bunch of gross sandwiches to eat.
Scott: Damnit
Me: Plus aren't you busy getting lost and talking tennis?
Scott: Shit. I forgot all about that. How about tomorrow night or Tuesday night?
Me: Okay Tuesday night. Tomorrow night I have to watch Girlfriends. I refuse to give that up.

4) What was the first thing somebody else told you about you two as a couple?
I don't remember. I'm such a jerk!

5) What do you remember about the first time you talked about marriage?
I don't know if we ever really talked about it. I was never thinking about it or worried about it. We would talk about life and being old people together, but not really marriage. Kids, sure. All that business, but never about when we were getting married. Then all the sudden we were getting married and now we're married! Whew. That was a journey, huh?

Thursday, February 10, 2011

the beautiful, the badass, the just plain BAD....


(teapot by Gary Rith)
I know, gorgeous yellow teapot up there, eh? First item I have made and fired at the Cornell Ceramics studio this semester, where I am an instructor. I made the bottom too thin on this piece. I repaired it. Did not work out too well......teapots are not s'posed to pour out of a hole in the BOTTOM.
(I thought this was funny, and in pottery, stuff HAPPENS sometimes)

Badass skull mug, just outta the kiln, on sale at my online gallery now....

roller girl.....


OK, above is the after, below the beFORE. I was over at Rachel and Michelle's salon yesterday, thank the Good Lord, finally getting all that crapola cut off my head. You put your curly little head in and out of a hat all winter long and you get sick of the rat's nest up there. Rachel did a magic job, per usual, although she is gonna be working at other things soon :(
You hate losing your favorite hair person, don't you? Luckily, Michelle isn't going anywhere, so it will be alright in the end :) That is Michelle there, actually, on the edge of the frame...

I woke up from a dream: the wife wants to get into roller derby! Oh how I love that dream. Can you guess why I dreamt that?????? It was a very, er, stimulating dream. I expressed these ideas to the wife at the breakfast table, who mentioned something about broken bones. Golly, that puts a damper on the whole thing, eh?


(tiny pitchers by Gary Rith)
Groovy new items for sale at my online etsy gallery, have a look!




SPEAKING of roller derby....

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Kasey's mom has got it goin' on....

Back to Kasey's mom, an honored guest here at the third blogspot. Do you have trouble commenting here...or is it just Kasey's mom? Kasey and her mom discuss:

mom
i think there is something on my computer that wont let me comment on it
me
there's not.


mom
it says that there is something that may make the website unsecure or something like that
mom
i will keep on trying


me
operator error. that's the problem. are you putting in your full email address and not just your screen name?


mom
then some letters come up all fuc!ed up and i type those in
and it has me do it again and again and again


me
those letters come up as verification.
are you putting them in wrong?


mom
no i dont think so but it keeps giving me different ones and so on


me
yeah, so you're putting the letters in wrong. that's what you're telling me.
if it's a cap you have to make it a cap.
go get will or something.


me
I'm sending Gary an email telling him you're having a hell of a time commenting on his blog. So he knows.
mom
I JUST TRIED AGAIN
I THINK MY COMPUTER HERE HAS A PROBLEM


Gosh, folks, how can we help Kasey's mom?





(teapots by Gary Rith)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Missus Baker, Charlotte and Hollywood snow....

First off, so many nice things ya'lls said about the wife's writing yesterday. Today: back to my usual crapola! But first....

Kasey tells me that her mom reads my blog first thing every morning. Holy cats, what an HONOR, even if it isn't true! Dear Kasey's mom: I think the Easter Beagle may have, um, well, time for me to shut up......

Then, remember last week? I post a pic of a penguin on a cup bottom. So many people wrote asking about those, and I am making 13 today and firing later, but anyways, last week? Charlotte, like, totally snaps up that mug, literally seconds after I post it. This is how it went back home with her sweetheart the next day:

I double-surprised Jack with the mug this weekend. I filled up the
coffee mug. He commented on its beauty. He drank his coffee until,
2/3 of the way through, he scrunched up his face and brought the mug
to me.

"I think there's something gross in here."
I looked into the cup. "It looks like a tooth," I said. (Seriously,
the top of the penguin head in the cup looks like a floating molar.)
Stunned silence.
Me: "I don't think it's really a tooth."
Him: "What is it, then?"
Me: "Another surprise."
Him: "Oh."
He drank the coffee, then, exclaimed: "A bird!"
We laughed.
Him: "Don't you think it's a bit strange to have a penguin in a cup
of coffee?
Me: "I think it's ironic: A cold bird in a hot mug!"






Why YES, Penny does have a personalized doggy bowl....

OK, Hollywood snow. Those of us who see a lot of snow, you really do think there are at least 20 kinds of the stuff. Hollywood, of course, always uses the sprayedon looking stuff. There goes Jennifer Anniston and that toothy guy, walking Marley in some romantic snowy paradise that...looks fake. Well, truly, sometimes our snow really does look fake. Sprayed on. Like Sunday morning, and again this morning :)




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