Monthly Archives: April 2011
It’s time for “Five Question Friday”!!
Of some weird shit.
What could I possibly be afraid of, being the big scary lesbian that I am?
Well, thunderstorms for one. But at least that’s pretty normal.
Another weird fear?
Gum – like, I think it’s gross. And it sounds gross and smells disgusting and when people blow bubbles I want to vomit. Not only that though, the sight of chewed gum makes me want to cry. It genuinely stresses me out. If I’m eating with someone and they take gum out of their mouth to eat and set it on their plate or something, I can’t focus on anything because I’m too weirded out.
I HATE JELLO. It’s funny, because I JUST blogged about jello shots, but the only way I’ll consume jello is if it will make me drunk. Otherwise, I won’t touch the stuff. I think the other reason I’m ok with jello shots is because they jiggle less than other jello things. They’re small and well-contained. Once, one summer when I was working at camp, my campers knew I was scared of jello .. one night at dinner, they brought out a tray of jello cubes for desert. My campers threw them at me. Little shits.
My weirdest fear … drains. I don’t know exactly where this one came from, but I have an inexplicable fear of drains. I won’t touch them. I think it’s because for some reason I think something could come out of them, but I don’t really know … Judge me all you want, but it seriously impairs my ability to clean the kitchen sink or the bathroom!
So, in August my dad, little brother and I are driving across the country to move me to Los Angeles. Rather than driving for 3 days and just getting there, we’ve decided to turn it into a longer road trip. And the best part? It’s up to me to plan where we go!
We’ve been talking in my sculpture class a lot about various environmental sculptures. One of the coolest ones that I think we talked about is this:
It doesn’t look all that exciting in the picture, but wait until you hear what it is!
This is what the Dia Art Foundation writes:
“The Lightning Field, 1977, by the American sculptor Walter De Maria, is a work of Land Art situated in a remote area of the high desert of western New Mexico. It is comprised of 400 polished stainless steel poles installed in a grid array measuring one mile by one kilometer. The poles — two inches in diameter and averaging 20 feet and 7½ inches in height — are spaced 220 feet apart and have solid pointed tips that define a horizontal plane. A sculpture to be walked in as well as viewed, The Lightning Field is intended to be experienced over an extended period of time. A full experience of The Lightning Field does not depend upon the occurrence of lightning, and visitors are encouraged to spend as much time as possible in the field, especially during sunset and sunrise. In order to provide this opportunity, Dia offers overnight visits during the months of May through October.”
This is what my professor says:
“You go into the desert and there are all these poles sticking out of the ground, and you stay the night in this cabin. They give you a little food and a bottle of wine, and you get kind of tipsy with the other people in the cabin, and you talk about art with the other people staying in the cabin. Then, everyone wakes up at sunrise and you watch the sun rise over it and it’s really cool, and you hope that lightning strikes because that’s when it really looks the coolest.”
This is super cute! A print by Fabian Gonzalez.
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Or, at least I aspire to be when it comes to things like this:
So, my friends and I LOVE jello shots. 10 in 10, rainbows of jello shots.
I think I want to create a special treat for them. Typically, I follow the standard jello shot recipe:
Mix powder with amount of hot water listed on the box, substitute vodka for the cold water, mix, pour, let them harden. Eat and enjoy.
Vodka is cheap and easy to come by.
I’m interested, however, in exploring more jello shots. Like one time, I had “strawberry margarita” jello shots …
strawberry jello, triple sec, tequila
They didn’t quite taste like a margarita, but they were definitely reminiscent and I quite enjoyed them.
Here are some other ideas that I have:
(I am assuming you’re using a smaller box of jello and thus need one cup total of alcohol/cold liquids)
lime jello, tequila (7/8 cup), triple sec (1/8 cup), maybe some salt on top.
Pineapple Upside Down:
pineapple jello, vanilla vodka (3/4 cup), amaretto (1/4 cup), dash of grenadine into each individual shot to give it the color/flavor.
orange jello, champagne (1 cup)
Ok, this one I’m a little more iffy about, and you’d have to make it in greater amounts:
1 box orange and 1 box lemon jello, club soda (1/4 cup), white wine (1 cup), vodka (1/4 cup), cointreau (1/8 cup), water (1/8 cup) and then add little pieces of sangria appropriate fruit
I don’t know if cranberry flavored jello exists, but if it doesn’t you could use unflavored gelatin and add cran juice.
cranberry jello, orange vodka (3/4 cup), triple sec (1/8), lime juice (1/8)
This is a layered shot!
Layer 1 – peach jello, orange vodka (1/2 cup), peach schnapps (1/2 cup)
Layer 2 – orange jello, orange vodka (1/4 cup), peach schnapps (3/4 cup)
So these are just a few ideas.
Well, not everything awful.
But awful, awful storms happened!
It started storming early in the day.
Lots of rain, some thunder and lightning and started picking up around 11.
Mind you, 11 is when I was getting ready to head to my sculpture class, which is currently working on outdoor pieces. In the woods.
Thunder + lightning = scared little puppy bdoc.
Thunder + lightning + working in the woods for 3 hours = bdoc having a little panic attack partway through class.
Plus, due to all the storming, the creek which I could barely see last Thursday has almost reached the site of my sculpture! Balls.
That’s not even the worst part though! I survived class, and THOUGHT I had survived the whole day.
That is, until I was startled awake around 1 am by thunder and a lot of pounding on my front door. We had a tornado warning, funnel clouds had been spotted and my friends living in the upstairs part of the house wanted to come down and sit in the ground floor.
So, for the next 45 minutes we sat in the bathroom, huddled around watching the radar and listening to the police scanners talk about downed electric lines and trees on fire and collapsed garages. It was almost like an action movie, except I was part of it.
I was freaking out, so to conclude the evening, I did the only thing I could think of … had a glass of merlot and went to bed.