via flickr.com
Owl Number 2 by Adrienne Price
Like I said for the Six-Word Memoir, “I listened and drew many owls.”
Going to do a lot of these in the future, I expect.
February 3, 2010
Yesterday was Crêpe Day! To me, this means that instead of cooking groundhogs (hmm tasty) in a pan, I cooked a thin pancake on this super duper awesome crêpe set that my darling brother got me for Christmas. I even skipped watching the premiere of Lost because I wanted crepes for dessert. Some of my crêpes looked like the moon and that other one looked like a swirly thing. Honestly, I need more practice…and people to serve for. So, if you're interested in a crêpe, stop by next February 2nd…haha
For those unfamiliar with this custom that I just found out about, Wikipedia says "
In France, crêpes are traditionally served on Candlemas (La Chandeleur), February 2. This day was originally Virgin Mary's Blessing Day but became known as "avec Crêpe Day", referring to the tradition of offering crêpes. The belief was that if you could catch the crêpe with a frying pan after tossing it in the air with your left hand and holding a gold coin in your right hand, you would become rich that year.[2] " Tessa, asking for more crêpes because they were just too awesome. Too.
Crêpes in culture
January 31, 2010
I like the idea of the Victorian age if only because it looks decorative. I sketched this and then drew it in Photoshop. Love how fast it is compared to a painting, especially when you don't have any idea what you're doing — that undo feature is pretty spiffy.
January 30, 2010
Going to Goodwill results in a lot of things for me, namely buying things to redecorate and also gaining hardly used books to sell on the internet. It also means that the pictures I get to decoupage my stuff comes from children's books and other random finds.
This lampshade that I took and matched with a stand seems to be quite minimalistic but do not fear! I made it busy-looking. Decoupage is a lot of fun, albeit a bit messy.
January 29, 2010
Did any of you see the coulda-been-blockbuster Julie and Julia? You know, the one with Amy Adams and whatsername, that unmemorable woman. Oh, yes. Meryl Streep AKA the award-winning actress who made me think that she was Julia Child in a past life…only they were alive at the same time so obviously this is not possible.
Well, I learned a few things about cooking (laughable because I can't cook) and also that blogging is about only one thing, the person writing it. Not you. Yes, I am paraphrasing Julie from this movie but pretty much that is the gist that I got from it.
But enough nonsense. I finished a book, which is a rare occurrence these days, called The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall. To quote Wikipedia, "The Well of Loneliness is a 1928 lesbian novel by the English author Radclyffe Hall. It follows the life of Stephen Gordon, an Englishwoman from an upper-class family whose "sexual inversion" (that is, homosexuality) is apparent from an early age."
Wikipedia also says, "The novel portrays inversion as a natural, God-given state and makes an explicit plea: "Give us also the right to our existence"". This is an interesting book to me because although it was written in 1928, there are still so many lesbian and gay individuals in the first-world countries that have been shunned by society and their parents. I mention the first world because in third world countries, it's basically non-existent.
"Her mother, Lady Anna, is distant, seeing Stephen as a "blemished, unworthy, maimed reproduction" of Sir Phillip" (Stephen's father). Stephen has big issues with her mother, who incredibly tells her that they can't live together after Stephen's father's death. Stephen's father protected Stephen from criticism for a time but when he died, she was basically told off by her mother and instead moved to Paris.
The end of the book was pretty sad and while you'd think that things would've changed drastically in the 82 years since this book was published, you'd be only half right. There have been a lot of steps taken for lesbian and gay people but, in my opinion, not enough. Click here to help.
January 26, 2010
There was this lake that I was standing in, a natural lake made by clouds and precipitation. And I hope it’s gone tomorrow!
January 23, 2010
Drum and Bells by Adrienne Price
Acrylic on canvas, 24 by 30 inches
This took me a very long time to do but I’m pleased with the result.
January 22, 2010
"That vondruke!" – Jenna from 30 Rock
"Really? You're blaming me for winter?!" – Liz Lemon from 30 Rock
If you don't watch 30 Rock, you are missing out.
Today was the day that me, my friend Lauren and my brother Joshua all went on a mini adventure to the Suicide Bridge over near Secretary, Maryland. You might ask "why? Why exactly?" Well, because ever since I learned about this place called Suicide Bridge, I have wanted "to go to there." omg I have to stop typing like I think. Anyway, we went there and it was not that far away.
Having set the GPS to "Hurlock, Suicide Bridge Road" and not exactly having the location on hand, we were surprised when we crossed this itty bitty bridge that I immediately assumed that THIS was the infamous bridge. And, my suspicions were confirmed when the GPS woman readily exclaimed "You have arrived!" but, alas, it was not really true. Lauren and Josh didn't believe it so we ventured on, driving down Suicide Bridge Road until we finally saw the "Suicide Bridge" sign. It was like a sign from the big G.O.D. but in a less dramatic way and there weren't any famous historical figures pointing at it — or maybe I just missed that?
As soon as we got out of the car, we saw a bunch of cats and kittens. Too adorable but probably feral. Probably. They were definitely scared of us and disappeared under the planks of the dock even though we considered catching a duck and luring one of them out.
The story of Suicide Bridge is, according to the Suicide Bridge Restaurant's (probably fake) history on their website (and on their incredibly informative menu) is:
The Legend of Suicide Bridge
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SECRETARY, Md. — The first victim of Suicide Bridge was a postmaster from Hurlock, who shot himself and then fell into the water of Cabin Creek.
The second victim was a farmer who also shot himself and fell into the swirling waters of the Dorchester County Creek. Next was a man who some say willfully dove off the bridge, while others say he met with foul play. Pete Moxey, a lifelong resident of the area, was eight or nine years old when it happened."It's the first one I remember. A fellow they called "Frog". He was black, short and stocky. They claimed he jumped off the bridge and hit his head on the piling. But the word was going around there was foul play in it. I don't know," the 60 year-old Mr. Moxey said.
He remembers that once the body was found, "they put him on a table over there in a picnic area and did an autopsy, right out in the open." Mr. Moxey, however, was sent home before the autopsy was performed.
The original bridge was a wooden structure built around 1888. The second bridge, also wooden and only one lane, was built around 1910. The third bridge which is also wooden but covered with asphalt, was built in 1967 and dedicated in January 1968. Local residents apparently have always called it Suicide Bridge. The current bridge was completly rebuilt and reopened in 2005.See? Doesn't it sound fishy? We did not notice anyone attempting to jump off of the bridge and, if you see the pictures, nobody would've died from that fall into the Choptank River unless they didn't know how to swim because really? really? That bridge is not a suicide bridge. At least not in the lethal sense. lol.
Joshua kept pointing at floating objects (and sometimes ducks) that he claimed were undiscovered bodies and it took quite a bit of convincing to get him to understand that they weren't bodies. He fed the ducks "suicide corn" which was readily available from the dispensary outside of the restaurant which was only a 25 cent investment in culling the duck population. Actually, I don't think that is a real problem… I just got them confused with the large geese (and feral cat) population problem we Marylanders have.
At the end of the adventure, I asked Joshua to take a picture of me under the big fish. What I meant was under the sign which had a fish under it. Joshua took a picture of just me and the fish which ends up proving that I was never at the Suicide Bridge Restaurant which is a shame. Mostly because I really wanted to add it to my imaginary scrapbook. For real.
Verdict:
I recommend visiting that wondrous place called Suicide Bridge and therefore the restaurant mostly because the Snicker Blitz Pie is amazing. When I own a restaurant/cafe, I will make everything on the menu have the ending of "pie" because Cream of Crab Pie sounds delicious. Everyone loves pie.
SHOUTOUT: Read Joshua's blog for hilarity purposes.
January 21, 2010
January 14, 2010
Reginald Hippo by Adrienne Price
Digital drawing
All the little hippos
all in a row
They're coming to attack
with crocodiles in tow.
