Hello Hello

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Oh, Universe


2014 ended with a reminder from my arch-nemesis, the Universe, not to get comfortable. One "idiopathic intracranial hypertension" later, I am humbled and home.

I cede, Universe. I cede, and I proceed into 2015 meekly.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

The decorations are gone and all the rich foods devoured


This is the sleepy week before life whirls to life again.

I do have to work, but I like my job so that is no hardship.

I also need make resolutions, but I enjoy the annual taking stock so that too is no hardship.

And that is all I have left to do in Twenty-Fourteen,

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Seasonal Tradition List: #32, #33


32. Going to see our friend, Grady, dance in the Nutcracker at the Stevens Center.

33. Commemorating tradition #32 with the acquisition of a new nutcracker.

Check, check

Thursday, December 11, 2014

* But it rhymes with Meorge

In addition to my job, I keep busy a few other ways. I work out at the YWCA. I give tours one day a week at my favorite magnet school. And one afternoon a week after work I teach art at George's school.

Recently we've been finishing up the students' presents for their parents (or whomever). Because I was given free rein, the gifts are not Christmas themed or holiday themed or even winter themed, though they did build upon several concepts we worked on this fall.

However by necessity there was a formula, but within that formula existed a number of opportunities to pick Door A or Door B or even avoid the doors, and so I am delighted to be able to say that although clearly all part of the same project, every student's piece looks very different from every other student's.

One of those students, and I am not naming names*, chose to take his piece in a political direction. Specifically a "historical political satire" direction. He's been cracking up all afternoon as he tries to explain to me the subtle and overt layers of humor.

Wish me luck Monday when all the students give their pieces to their parents (or whomever) at the Christmas Musical Extravaganza!


The colors are distorted, but they are light gray and a deep purple, almost an eggplant. The drawings are black and white, much like George's worldviews.

Saturday, December 06, 2014

I would like to shake his or her hand


The person at Food Lion charged with naming storebrand products, that is.

Having recently abandoned the now incredibly expensive, customer serviceless grocery* that is Lowes Foods, I have been visiting stores in much the way one visits churches, hoping to find The One --- a grocery home, if you will.

Thus I came across the work of the naming master at Food Lion, and over the last three weeks as I have shopped there, I have been repeatedly rewarded with new glimpses of his or her genius.




* Nigel Alston had a great column in the Winston-Salem Journal a few years back that has stuck with me. He told a story about a group of people told to serve themselves coffee in a coffee mug they selected from a bunch of different ones, how they all took some time picking a mug they felt best reflected their self-perception without any thought to how the mug would hold the same exact coffee, regardless. I feel like Lowes is trying to sell me a fancy mug, and snooker me into paying top dollar for it, when the coffee inside is still the same. Cheerios I buy at Lowes do not taste any different from Cheerios I buy at Food Lion or Teeter or anywhere else, so why on earth would I pay 30% more for them? If I wanted to pay Fresh Market prices, I would shop at Fresh Market, where the coffee at least matches that mug.