Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Unlike many sites, only a select few stones are listed, and I like that the lore included isn't the usual "greeks and romans" stuff, but includes also Asian lore and stories from the indigenous Americas.
I also like that the author delves also into the scientific aspects of the stones, a topic she seems comfortable with and knowledgeable about.
It is written and compiled by Patricia Jean Martin. There's music, but it's pleasant, especially when turned down low. ;-)
Monday, April 28, 2008
I could not for the life of me find the little chacha rings I'd made, one of which sold. (yay!) I reorganized everything on my work table in case I'd inadvertently set it there. Stayed up late putting things away and triple-checking my Etsy inventory drawers. No chacha rings. So I set out the materials to make another one, and finally went to bed.
The next morning I got up and re-inventoried everything in my Etsy drawers against what I've got in my shops, and lo and behold, found both the rings. Whew!
But once that cleaning gene gets activated, it's hard to stop and I've learned not to ignore it since I know from experience it'll go back into remission in a few hours (sometimes for months . . . )
I tend to keep things in little paper plates or bowls. They're cheap, eh? They double as paint trays, glue puddle holders, portable organizers. I had a plate for seed beads to put away. I had a bowl of tiny vials of sterling silver components. Stacked bowls with gemstones and the findings to make them into bracelets. A neat little tray of pairs of earrings waiting for me to make sterling earring wires for. By golly, I haven't been this organized in . . . well, a very long time.
So today I come home from work and immediately noticed the dog is trotting out of the computer/jewelry table room, instead of sneaking off the couch before we bust her. I'm like, wha??? She is always at the door to greet us. Today she comes barrelling around the corner in bark mode.
To my great and utterly depressing dismay, I see that for some strange reason (bird? peeping tom? low flying hot air balloon?) she has jumped onto my once-in-a-lifetime-tidy worktable and swept EVERYTHING off onto the floor, in order to CLIMB UP on the windowsill (this is an adobe house, my windowsills are a foot deep) where she managed to knock off some antique bottles I use to photograph earrings.
Right now, I'm looking at headpins and short lengths of silver wire strewn around my feet. A strand of turquoise on the carpet, with loose beads nearby. An upside down vial that once held some silver finding or another. I can't quite bring myself to look beyond (or under) the chair cushion in the corner of the room. But lemme put it this way, I'm seeing more table right now than I have since the holidays, when I boxed everything up and put it UNDER the table. ;-)
Can't blame the dog. She's normally so mellow you'd think she was on medication. My kid says she probably scared a burglar away. He's probably right.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
So I took it back and exchanged it for a laptop that cost 25% more and had the big mama GeForce or whatever graphics cards. Plus more memory than needed at 3MB. It sucks. It is almost as bad as my workstation, which I'll upgrade soon.
But how disappointing to spend this much time and money, and every time I take more than 2 steps a minute, I end up getting dragged underground, then pop back up and get stuck.
Last night I did manage to attend my class. First time in, my clothes didn't load. Second time in I got stuck walking and had to log out and come back in, but my turquoise hair and clothing arrived with me just fine. About the third time in, everything worked great -- eventually. I could speak, walk, sit, but no gestures for some reason.
I'm gonna try a Mac next. I haven't used one regularly in probably 7 years. Yes, I know these guys at the computer store are going to love seeing me come in the door yet again.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Ya know, a lot of times people "in the biz" feel a certain pressure to behave in public. When a vendor, designer, author, teacher, or otherwise well known person in the industry (and I'm sure this is true for other art/craft genres) speaks too frankly, speaks too honestly, speaks their true feelings, there is an inevitable backlash. Especially on the Internet.
But Sig, though sweet as pie, generous as the day is long, and warm as a teddy bear in person, has generally elected to speak her mind no matter what and it doesn't seem to have hurt her any.
Until now. I am fairly certain she's completely flipped her lid and lost her marbles! One too many rows of odd-count flat peyote?
Miz Sig, in case you haven't heard, is now on Chapter 6 of the Cracked Bead, a tell-it-like-a-veteran-designer-sees-it "journal" of things some of us wish we'd said others of us might wish she hadn't.
The title? Tips for Designers: How to design Creatively Rich, Artistically Perfect, and Phenomenally Yummy (C.R.A.P.P.Y.) Patterns yes that's right folks -- with intimate testimonials from the designer herself. And extra points for sarcasm. ;-)
Oh and if you feel the need to catch up, the rest of the Chapters are still online too.
where and with whom?
did you accept them?
me: Like I need more info
Monday, April 21, 2008
How fun! That's me with the turquoise hair and Nik looking like a Goth Deadhead. Too bad you can't see my tiara. 8-)
Now if only I had a computer at home that SL would actually work in. I finally just bailed. But it was very cool to add the avatar element to our chats. I use sound in SL but Nik couldn't hear the voice chat. And I have too much homework at the moment to down the computer and upgrade stuff.
But here's our chat from the other day when I first asked Nik about SL. I thought it was kinda funny...
Nik: ah...i'm not sure i like the second life idea
Nik: it seems a bit redundant
Nik: i have enuf to do in my first life
i only get a bit of computer gaming time every day and i play both portal and ninja reflex, which are brain training and hand eye training games
(i'm at the age where that's important)
me: well if you decide to do second life let me know and we can meet up there
Nik: what do you do there?
me: it's like a cross between taking acid and having a dream where you forget to wear your pants to school
Nik: oh, that might be fun
me: You can do different things
I'm just doing the orientation right now
Nik: ah. well, maybe after this next couple of days at work
me: you can join groups, go to different lands, have unbridled sex with strangers, buy real estate, do graduate research
Nik: real research?
the travel sounds fun, not really into sex or real estate
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Just one more...
The lilacs are in bloom all along my street. They're the inspiration for this new palette.
Pretty vintage lucite beads, mostly flowers, in lavender, lilac, and violet.
Brand new and in my Etsy shop.
I finally had a chance to try SL on a different computer, an older model running Windows XP. Don't know what type of graphics card it had. Anyway, I discovered that old computer runs SL a LOT better and finally I got a sense of how it SHOULD be to walk around, change your appearance and clothing, etc. I thought I had gotten plenty of memory for my new Vista-the-Hog computer but apparently Bill Gates wasn't talking to Mr. Linden. ;-)
Oh-ho that's right folks, she's not a total newbie any more. I found some, if not tutorials, at least good orientation materials, such as the one at Wired, a keyboard shortcuts chart and a few other links (I'll post them some other time...)
Today (while conducting research on my lunch break, yes) there was some dude using voice chat with a voice changer thingy to make him sound like Darth Vader. Actually he sounded like a baritone African American gentleman but I picture him as a scrawny white kid in a dorm room. Who else would be on in the middle of the day? Oh, right -- me. It was kind of funny hearing him try to explain to a guy with maybe a Pakistani accent what "getting turned down" means -- the accent guy was playing music into the voice chat and Darth was telling him that people don't like it and will turn off the sound when you're around.
I mostly played with my face, hair, cargo pant length and other highly productive tasks. I went to the Mainland. Or some part of it anyway. I also searched and searched for the island of the university I go to, since that's where our class session will be next week, but I couldn't find it. I did find my professor and two of our tech support people and asked a couple of people to be my friend, and sent an email to the class with my avatar name, and one of them offered to Teleport me to the island. Whew! That'll be nice.
Oh yeah -- in the Mainland place someone invited me to join their group, so I accepted. Next thing you know I've got the word "cock" something on top of my head. So I unjoined. This SL liveliness could take some getting used to, LOL!
Turtle Island is just like home!
It's funny -- the reason I say it's like going to an acid party (did I say that?) is because when someone's changing their appearance, they just kind of stand there looking off into space, and then something changes, like their jacket, or their hair turns blue. Or you see someone flying way off in the distance like an old Peter Max poster.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
I really like that each video is different and draws on the unique personalities, skills and contributions of each individual artist. Even the music is specially chosen. Here's some artistic advice from Judy Wise:
I actually journalled this the other night...but haven't had a chance to post until now:
Went back in last night and finished the other two Orientation tutorials. I was walking around this volcano talking to fat statues when a charming blonde prince with a sparkling crown strolled up and presented me with a bunch of blingedy jewelry. Why thank you kind sir, I chatted. We decided to be friends. I continued around a corner, and he shows up again (you can see their names above their heads) this time in jeans, a cap and a muscle shirt. I'm like, hey buddy where's your crown [you perhaps-a-stalker freak]??? He reminded me of the dweeby boy in school who always introduces himself to the new kid in the class, and then later when you have actual friends you don't want to know him any more.
Ok, so by this time I'm flying at will and landing on the ground (which is quicker than, say, walking around the volcano) but my computer is occasionally doing this weird thing where it gets STUCK on walking -- I end up going backwards over miles and miles of ocean, and I can't stop. My DH can see this from the other room and he's laughing. So I reboot. Usually, I end up back on solid land, before the glitch did the glitch.
I didn't have my headphones on at first so I didn't realize you could hear people talking! And it was creepy. I could actually hear some guy breathing while he wandered around in SL. After I heard him say in a really groggy voice, "Ok, I'm gonna have one more smoke and then go to bed," I turned down the voice. The ambient noises are fun though and I love the twilight environment setting.
It took me quite a bit of time to figure out how to get OFF the Orientation Island because I was apparently sent a thing to click on Teleport but I couldn't see Teleport until the 3rd time I rebooted. I did ask a couple of tall dark and handsome strangers. One of them said, "Follow Me" and then took off faster than I could follow.
But I managed to get off the island (I was kinda scared to go straight out to Second Life cause I still can't find anything) and got to Help Island, where there's a huge goth dude with huge black wings standing there, by the name of Chic Magnet. In that getup, I think it's more like creepy critter magnet. It was getting late so I sat down on a wall, which is presumably where I'll be when I get back there. Tonight.
Yes, I'm hooked already. I want to find my classmates! That's it -- RESEARCH!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I am also playing in (er, I mean researching) Second Life. Second Life is a virtual reality thingie that you download to your computer and wander around in doing things via an avatar, with other avatars. In environments. With objects. And there's something about money and real estate. It's sort of like Pokemon for grownups. It would be safe to say that anything goes and I can see how it could become really addictive (not for me, oh no! never...right. But I'm already thinking up upgrading my memory so I can walk faster).
Well. my perceptions of Second Life are pretty freaky/funny I decided to journal them so I can look back in a year or so and see what's different then.
Here are some perceptions from my first visit to Orientation Island:
I managed to walk out of the water, and by this time I'm kind of getting the drift that there are 4 tutorials which you complete to prove you've figured out how to walk, look at a map, chat, and put some damn clothes on. Well actually I somehow ended up with long black hair and a purple stretch top I traded in for chain mail.
So, in the spirit of getting a poll up already and still getting some kind of potentially shop-related feedback, here's this month's poll:
What's Hanging From Those Lobes??? I know, I forgot multiple piercings, handmade, catalog purchases, seed beads, goth, department store specials, teen Claire and all kind of other things. Feel free to add your ideas for OTHER by commenting to this post or emailing me.
So there ya go. Now, look left silly and fill out the poll!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Yes. But despite the iffy bodily functions, I'm here to tell you that even with bronchitis or whatever it is, my hands started getting itchy after about a day and I managed to make stuff, while lying in bed watching a Law and Order marathon. At least I think it was Law and Order. (In between naps I swear I heard "duh duh duh Duh DUHhhh duhhhh"...every hour or so.)
Then I finally got started on a custom peyote stitch earrings order and since I've been kinda slow to get these to mi amiga I added some special little stones, including turquoise faceted rounds and tiger eye faceted barrels. I love 'em -- they've got antique silver and bright faceted copper Delicas in the mix. Still a bit of work to do on these (obviously).
Monday, April 14, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Question: Today my worktable looks:
neat as a pin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1 vote (1%)
lived in but orderly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13 votes (13%)
a bit confusing to everyone but me. . . . . . . 22 votes (22%)
pretty disgusting. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .5 votes (5%)
like a cyclone hit it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .21 votes (22%)
there’s a table under there?. . . . . . . . . . . . . 32 votes (34%)
Total Votes: 94
I am here to witness that the lone neatnik vote snuck in on the last day of the poll and I don’t believe them for a minute! ;-) The clear front runner throughout the month was still the winner at the end – and I have to tall ya I’m relieved to not be all alone in the “Honey have you seen my worktable?” category.
Oh and btw, no, I don’t know how Google figured those percentages. They don’t make sense to me either.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Ahhh, but today...he comes in, sheepishly, and says, "Will you please research this one? I think she's pregnant." LOL!
I kinda doubt it -- I think it's just her posture (but hey maybe if she wore some PANTS she wouldn't find herself in those compromising situations, where people judge her and all that...) Check out my Flickr album (click the photo) for some more views.
No I did not research her. But she will have an honorary place out in the shed, on the shelf with his battery operated hand held mosquito repellant gadgets. I figure she was part of some 1950s split-level cocktails at 5:00 Las Vegas holiday scenario. Wonder where her pixie drummer boy friend is?
Thursday, April 3, 2008
This time I mentioned I had a whopping big new bunch of gel pens, so he grabbed them instead. To tell the truth I'd completely forgotten I'd binged on the fluorescent colors too...but I'm guessing he migrated right to them.
I love this drawing! The assignment was to draw a monster and label its cuerpo. The only caveat was "No Blood." (Ahhh, an experienced teacher who knows boys all too well ;-) The ripped out heart totally cracks me up!
Junior must have liked it too because it is now the background image on his cell phone. 8-)