Thursday, August 27, 2009

Condensed


I'll try to fit my last couple of months in one short post.
One day at the park I felt a sudden surge of energy, pushed a kid aside and quickly did the monkey bars.High on my achievement I climbed a tall tree (like a panther) I said in my defective little brain.That was almost 4 weeks ago and yesterday was the first time I was able to use my right hand without significant pain.My right eye is twitching which drives me crazy and I had an hysterical nurse call to threaten me with an imminent heart attack .get in line lady.I put the phone down and carefully picked up my breakfast
I was looking for Margie Lawson.My neighbor came back from a garage sale with a little box filled with neat old pottery tools.When my hand stopped hurting, yesterday, I've took a closer look , wanting to use them and there was a name inscribed on them, Margie .She had to be working in a common studio if she marked her tools, she or her kin lived close and she must be old because the tools are old timer.Maybe I've even meet her before.Anyway the tools were 50 cents and I don't know any potter who loved their tools and would let them go for 50 cents so I decided to look in obituaries for her name.There was one Margie Lawson who died at 72 years old ,a Margie who was a wasp during the war,a doctor,a teacher but no info about Margie the potter.

I hope she's in Florida.
I also hope the tools carry good energy.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Do you even drink?

-excuse me?
-Sorry, but with you looking so conservative and all I thought I should ask because we're having shots at the party and I don't want to offend you.
While I was scrambling for an answer ranging from "I'll drink you under the table woman !",(with a thick Russian accent) or a squeaky condescending ; "shots... pudding shots...I'll check our schedule and let you know if we can stop by.... but.... it doesn't look good" it hit me! I'm having a midlife/identity/do I even drink? crisis brought on by a simple question.Yes I could drink straight gin for a night or try all the cocktails on the menu in the bar where my best friend worked as a bartender and still carry on a conversation I can remember ,but in the last seven years I drank the equivalent of one glass of vine a month and most of that was one Brighton pub crawl.
I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
I don't smoke pot.
My hair is one color.
I buy nice clothes in the same shades of grey ,black ,brown and white.I have one orange scarf.
I am conservative.I like gogol bordello shirts because they are irreverent and funny but I would not wear one on the street.I like Carlin but I watch him with headphones so my daughter doesn't hear it.I listen to my music only when I'm alone .So who am I? I changed so much that truly I have no idea.Does it help my child or my husband that I changed for them? My child told me I'm no fun and it might be true.I'm putting makeup on,I have an agenda and I run errands I take my child to private school and politely listen to conversations about the beauty of Friday mass.I don't even know what that is ,and a few years back I would just point at my t shirt and the woman would sprinkle me with holy water but now I'm smiling in my impeccable white shirt and I tune her out.
There's a fuzz on my brain ,how do people ,normal ,happy looking people have fun? Can't even watch a rated R movie in my own home.The art movies I love give nightmares to grown ups.
Today I convinced a hairdresser that she can dye my hair black because I just LOOK conservative.I might even know what emo is.
I might be buying a sports car next.
Here's my picture in a conservative before and after layout.And don't tell me I'm shallow, just think about it.What or who defines who you end up being is such a random fickle thing.




Wednesday, June 24, 2009

10 vacations


*New Year's about 14 years ago.
I got ready to go to Prague ,we stopped to visit a good friend of my husband's who convinced us it will be a lot more fun to join him and his friends to a cabin in the mountains.It turned out it was not a cabin.It was a former stable with only one room, not in the mountains but on a hill and you would say so what but when it started raining mud was up to my knees.The food was a big pot of beans, the closest village was 60 km away.At 6am on January first I was sitting in my silk dress and muddy boots in the middle of a dirt road trying to get a ride anywhere.

*New Year's about 12 years ago .
My husband was working as a ski instructor so we could not go anywhere.He promised me a special ski trip.At 9am on January first my ligaments were broken on both knees.I lied to him about doing my warm up ,spent the next 6 weeks in a cast.

*North Manitou 3 days romantic getaway .We had Axel join us at the last moment.There were swarms of blood thirsty flies,we run away from the flies to a swamp with thousands of mosquitoes we found out Axel didn't camp before so we carried his gear,oddly enough he still could not walk.Axel was very very sick for 3 days ,we did what we could for him ,back in town we found out he had mono.

*Mackinaw Island 4 year wedding anniversary .We got there late.It was raining real bad ,we missed the "horse taxi" for our hotel so we had to wait for another horse.It was a half an hour drive in the woods behind a horse with diarrhea .no kidding here .pouring rain ,diarrhea and inside our room there was a talking fish.Like all lake rooms it smelled moldy and my allergies flared up so I coughed most of the night.We
left at 6am.

*Myrtle Beach summer of 2005.our child was small we stayed at a fancy brand new hotel,23rd floor or something like that.For 4 days I kept telling my husband I'm afraid the hotel will catch on fire.I even did a fire drill by myself with a heavy backpack one day.The same night at 10 pm the hotel had a fire.On our floor,the room next to us.We had to evacuate and we spent most of the night on the beach and sidewalk with another 200 people.The fire drill was useful ,I was the 5th one down with the baby but I had no skirt.

*Antalya ,Turkey summer of 1999. My first real contact with an oriental culture.People hired by restaurants would grab my hand and drag me inside, if we said no too forcefully they would be offended and swear at us.The temperature was constantly 40 to 50 degrees Celsius ,we left a restaurant in a hurry when my husband advised me not to drink coke in that heat, the waiter thought he's calling me fat so he decided to defend me.We also got kicked out from a store where I wanted to pay whatever the insane price was on a swimming suit instead of sitting down to drink tea and bargain with the seller which made him very very mad.The highlight of the trip was swimming in an open cave in the Mediterranean.

* Upper Peninsula Michigan .our child's third anniversary we spent it on the side of the freeway trying to get a tow truck for our broken car and a rental car .Nobody wanted to drive a rental car to our location even though we told them we are in 100 degrees heat with a 3 year old.we got a tow,we took the car to a service where they took it apart and literally 3 days later stuffed things back in.We lived in a rental car ,the kid thought it was hilarious and we had a friend coming over 300 miles with a rented tow.The damage done by the car service was way way greater than what was originally wrong with the car.


*Caving in Kentucky. My first and last trip with American cavers and my last caving trip.It was a 3 day underground working trip which meant a lot of measuring and writing down info for the cave's map which they didn't allow us to see.We were 4 of us who did not know each other previously.We arrived there in a summer storm and we asked the guy who drove to have us in the car until the storm passes .He refused and told us to get out and put our tent down.We did, by the time we were done, 7 min later ,the storm has passed most our stuff was wet.Next day I guess they decided to see what are we made of so they made fun of our french gear and started running trough the cave they knew by heart.We hardly kept pace with them me swearing most of the time.For the next two days we worked on a schedule and in line with our culture me and my husband jokingly bitched about everything but we got only stares back so we stopped.we do love caves and at one point we decided to rebel and went off on a sightseeing trip which was great.By this time our endurance built up and we were fine sleeping in wet sleeping bags .Out teammates got sick they were vomiting and popping ibuprofen and the guy traded us some grapes for a piece of our Italian salami.We got out tired but in good humor and we helped them carry gear on the way back.We had the weirdest breakfast in a coffee shop/bookstore/pottery shop where everybody was leaning a rifle against the chair.Good trip too bad for the paranoid ,muscle driven ,humourless company.

*Montreal,Canada New Year's .We drove in a snowstorm for 12 hours ,we got to our B&B and there was a misunderstanding with the reservation so we had to get the only thing available ,an apartment ,which left us broke.The next day we hit the slopes it was -27 Celsius.We went to an Italian restaurant in our ski pants ,they sat us by the bathroom door and tried to get rid of us fast.We ended up at a casino where my friend and my husband won a lot of money and from that day we went to the Italian restaurant every night,the food was great and they were oh so very kind.(Remember to order a good bottle of vine first if you want to be friends with your Italian speaking staff) the new year is a haze but I remember refusing to go to a Celine Dion concert ,a bottle of champagne we gave to a homeless guy who looked at it and burst: ohh ho,madame Clicquot ,merci! and ending up in a subterranean party.

*Nara,Japan 2008 "take more money than you think you'll need" it was good advice.Other than that the trip was fabulous and we were kindly returned the wallet stuffed with more money than we thought we needed , we lost on the first night there.

Friday, June 12, 2009

good morning


technically is still the same day since I posted the movie.I always wanted some shots of me working and last night at exactly 8.11 I made too much coffee which I drank.I felt this sudden surge of energy,(it might be related to forgetting my meds too in addition to the elephant sized expresso shot).
My friend called that she will come by,she was sensible and drank green tea while I had a few shots, more coffee and potted like mad.She took pictures of me and it was very nice to have her around keeping me company.

At 12.30 I finished 10 teapot bodies, around 40 small attachments a few of bowls and I was definitely talking twice my natural English speed but not quite the speed of my maternal language.now If I could just move out of the chair and put the things together.I'll show you more pictures.I also have to glaze the fairy homes before we go camping which happens in the next 36 hours.
The house is trashed. My mother would have a micro heart attack if she showed up today.
I'm planning to go to the Toronto short film fest next weekend!Great huh?Life is very good if I get to do what I love.Yes mom I'll make sure to wash the dishes before I take off.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

8.11 to 12.30

What 6 shots of expresso can do.Did you missed me ?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

This is for my husband

You know the title of my blog talks about the familiar stranger.That's you.Seeing that we're approaching a year since you've been gone the familiar part fades more and more and the stranger part takes shape.
We are opposites and the place we clicked was the shared passion for exploration ,extreme sports ,ice cold water,high adrenaline and south american literature.
The rest of the time we lived separate lives.I was drinking and dancing in clubs each weekend night.you never.I had many friends,you had one creepy fan.
You dressed terrible,I was wearing cutting edge fashion.I was a nudist you never took your pants off in the nudist colony.
I never wanted to marry and I told you so on our first date.I want to be free I said sitting on the dirty sidewalk.That's fine you said I respect that.Then a week later you asked me to marry you and I bashed in your head.
You're stubborn so you asked again and again.
Now we're married .This year will be 18 years since I first took a walk with you.
You live in Tokyo,I live in a Detroit suburb .You have a stellar career,I 'm a stay at home mom with an artistic side.You read philosophy books and concern yourself with the meaning of life,I make grocery lists , read the moomintrools at the ER with the child while trying to find a sensible explanation to a 4 year old for the man with a freshly missing leg .
You go to fancy Tokyo clubs.I babysit for my friends so they can go see Coldplay.
You dress well.I don't.
I still love you but you better be fixing this.
And no, you can't stay one more week.
I know you're reading this.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Yesterday in pictures

6.35 AM
Folding laundry .
I had an epiphany .I always do it with hate because I feel is time that gets robbed from me.I still do it so I thought: Why not put some positive attention in it instead of being angry.It worked.


on to a great start I went to unload my bisque kiln
10.45

I wasn't aware at the time that it will prove to be the climatic moment of my day.
I hit a few snags later.
The city inspector came while I was preparing my glaze tests.She wants to tear my new deck down.I shook it off and with one hour left to work I gave myself a small pep talk and went back to my glaze testing..I think after you reach a high in one day you need to be aware that the low will inevitably come.
Keep reading there is a lesson in here somewhere
Actually two lessons;
1. When you panic stop squeezing.
2. Centrifugal force is real.(I was supposed to know that one since 4th grade)
anyway it took me exactly one hour and 10 min to clean up the studio and take a shower .



I hope you people love blue pots.
Here's a flower

the rest of the night was pretty uneventful except for the guy with the Michigan water conservancy act who asked me to write a letter but never came back to pick it up and two kids eating an uncanny amount of popcorn and keeping me up until 11.45 while yelling one more story,one more story.