October 9, 2014
We have railings.
Building codes have changed, so our railings are higher than the old ones, higher than most of the neighbours have. It’s weird not to be able to easily cock my hip onto the railing anymore, but I suppose I’ll get used to it. The whole porch is a tiny bit higher than the old one as well, maybe 3 or 4 centimetres. Enough to feel the difference, especially when stepping out the door; ten years of muscle memory will have to be rewritten in order not to stumble when stepping off the threshhold.
I also may have to consider changing how I sit, as I wear mostly skirts and have gotten used to having a solid wall in front of me. We recently bought a new pair of handmade oak chairs, both for Pennsic and for porch use, and they’re constructed such that I tend to relax into that splayed male-privilege-on-public-transit position. Ah, well. Uncouth is in the bone, I suspect, so the neighbourhood will just have to avert their eyes.
This looks like a completely different house now. Not a bad facelift for a hundred-and-one year old.
My new favourite place to sit:
Posted by Jodi Green on October 9, 2014 at 8.58am
October 8, 2014
Elise and me at Dragon Con, 2014.
Photo by Peter; Stormtrooper costume created (and generously loaned to me) by the amazing Shawn Mika; free paper hat by some kids hanging out near the Hyatt elevators all night giving away free paper hats.
Posted by Jodi Green on October 8, 2014 at 9.22am
October 7, 2014
Made with yellow tomatoes from the garden, yellow hot peppers, and a few jalapeños. There’s still salsa leftover from last year so it wasn’t high on the canning list this season, until Peter suggested a yellow one might be pretty. Let’s hope it keeps its colour long enough to look lovely on a party table.
Posted by Jodi Green on October 7, 2014 at 10.52am
October 5, 2014
The winners of the two Levigator Press hand bound journals, chosen by the old fashioned method of writing each name on a slip of paper, placing the papers in a big bowl, and waving the bowl over Peter’s head forcing him to pull two names out while he was trying to sleep on the couch, are:
Thanks for playing, everyone! This was so much fun that I think I’ll do another giveaway soon, probably from my business site, Levigator Press. Maybe a block printed scarf giveaway to celebrate the cold weather’s return?
Posted by Jodi Green on October 5, 2014 at 6.33pm
October 3, 2014
Kenojuak Ashevak was one of Canada’s most important contemporary printmakers and one of the best known of the printmakers working out of Cape Dorset. She was a Companion of the Order of Canada and a recipient of the Governor General’s Award in Visual and Media Arts, among many other honours. Ashevak died just last year, on January 8 2013.
It’s difficult to choose favourites from her extensive catalogue of dynamic, colourful lithographs and stonecut prints, but here are a few that I enjoy.
In 1963 the National Film Board produced a film about Kenojuak Ashevak and the stonecut printmaking method developed at the Cape Dorset studio. Watch it right here:
Here is a great resource for learning about the Cape Dorset printmakers, where you can see some photographs of Kenojuak pulling prints in the studio: Canadian Museum of Civilization :: Inuit Prints of Cape Dorset.
Posted by Jodi Green on October 3, 2014 at 11.08am
September 30, 2014
(don’t forget to enter my contest! you have until Friday!)
Oh hey you guys, we almost have a porch. Check it out.
Forms in place:
You can see here where the wood is routed out for the bullnose form.
And in the steps:
Finished porch with uprights in place:
Yeah, we asked for 6x6es for the uprights. We’re not cheap (hell, we paid a good deal extra to get those bullnose forms), we just don’t like the look of the aluminum uprights all that much, and after these settle in and dry out over the winter, we’re going to paint them a nice shiny red, like Chinese lacquer. Which we’re pretty sure is going to look super sweet and amazing with the black railings.
Now we’re pretty much just waiting on the railings. We’ve heard the railing guy came by already and took measurements, so it should be just a few more days. And in the meantime, we’ve dragged our chairs back out here and are sitting on it as it.
It’s amazing how many neighbours, even ones we don’t know or who have never spoken to us before, are stopping on their walks by to tell us how good this looks. That just reinforces my belief that the wall of vinyl siding and the stairs tucked off to the side were shutting us off from fully participating in the neighbourhood. Also, we’ve let the garden go in the past few years in anticipation of having this job done, and now that the porch is finally in progress we’re earning good-neighbour points and reassuring everyone that we give a rat’s ass about our property. This should buy us a year of goodwill for getting the shitty looking front garden back in shape!
And we’ve eaten our first meal on the new porch. It feels like we’ve been waiting eleven years to eat this meal.
Posted by Jodi Green on September 30, 2014 at 6.39pm
September 29, 2014
First, some navel gazing:
Peter and I don’t really have an anniversary, because we never got married, had a first date, or paid attention to the date of whatever other things couples count as “firsts”. We just quietly acknowledge, each year, the date of our first kiss, and even that is just because we happen to know the date. It was his dad’s birthday that day, otherwise we’d never know.
Anyway. Each year we quietly acknowledge that. Except for this year, when we forgot completely. AND IT WAS THE TWENTIETH YEAR. A round number, and a not insignificant one. I remembered a couple of days later. Whoops.
So! Hey, that reminds me. I thought that today, September 29, marked ten years since the first entry in this weblog. But on actually looking back, way back to the beginning in the old pre-Wordpress archives, it turns out that first entry actually happened ten years ago YESTERDAY. Huh.
Remember way back in 2004, how we all used to internet back then? We used to internet by writing our self indulgent little stories about ourselves and our knitting and what have you, and then we used to comment on other people’s self indulgent little stories about themselves. And it was fun, and I got to know and love a lot of great people that way. And those people are still great and I still love them, but I miss the commenting, a little. These days you can’t even get anyone to look at your weblog unless you cross post it to Facebook, and even then, even when people do click through and read, they go back to Facebook and leave their comments there. And it’s not the same because you can’t look back at your own little living room sideboard and admire all of those lovely Valentines cards the other kids in class gave you; instead you have to leave your living room and go to a public building and search through a filing cabinet organized by someone else in order to view your Valentines cards.
And since that analogy’s probably going nowhere fast, let’s get to the part where we party like it’s 2004! I’m going to give away a couple of my hand bound journals to some of you lovely people. Because today may not be a special occasion, but it’s special-occasion-adjacent.
These two books are approximately 11cm by 18cm by 6mm thick, and have 100 pages (50 leaves) of mixed reclaimed papers including maps, blue lined paper, various graph papers, pages from a Star Wars colouring book, old photocopies, old blueprints, mixed coloured papers. They’re perfect bound with a wrap cover of high quality 100% rag printmaking paper, hand printed (3-colour woodcut on the blue and orange book, a mix of woodcut and digital print on the orange book).
Here’s a peek at the pages:
I’ll do some kind of random picking which may amount to actually writing names on paper and drawing from a hat. Because this is all about getting down with the oldtimey technology.
But if you’d like a chance for a book, you need to leave a comment here, a real old fashioned comment like the old timers did way back when personal weblogs were fun and interesting and not at all bloated and self indulgent and just really, really a dime a dozen and also kind of boring. Like this weblog (but not yours, lovely people!).
So go click on the comment field and tell me something! Tell me anything.
I’ll leave the contest open until this Friday, October 3 at 5pm Eastern. Thanks for still being here lo, these many (just a wee bit more than ten) years!
Posted by Jodi Green on September 29, 2014 at 10.04pm
September 18, 2014
Basil from the backyard, washed and waiting and dreaming of becoming vegan pesto.
These two plants produced six cups (!) of pesto for the freezer, and that’s only half of the basil we have growing in the backyard. Next up: basil jam.
Posted by Jodi Green on September 18, 2014 at 11.07am
September 18, 2014
On Saturday the lovely workers came back and poured the foundation for our porch.
They left their Timmies cup behind, because this is Canada and there are quotas for how much Tim Hortons litter there needs to be in a given area and we didn’t have any on our property AT ALL and were in danger of the CRTC coming down on us or something, plus Peter assures me that having a Tims cup sealed up inside the porch will be good luck.
A squirrel promptly fell in, because that is what squirrels do.
On Monday a truck came by early in the morning and dropped off several skids of cinderblocks, some bags of cement, and some plywood. And that stuff sat there taunting me for two days while the evenings warmed up again to a temperature in which it would have been comfortable to eat our supper on the porch, as is our custom. If we had a porch.
And on Wednesday they came back and built this box!
My only regret is that we didn’t do this project closer to Hallowe’en so I could hide inside this box and scream FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MONTRESOR at the kids. Of course Peter said only maybe two parents would get the joke. I said, hey we can hand out WINE GUMS! And Peter said, Amontillado isn’t wine.
But hey, did you see? This proto-porch has proto-steps coming out the front, where steps are supposed to be! And see there on the side, where it is a stupid place to put steps? Nothing but a wall. This is going to be a proper porch, you guys. At least until we cover the whole thing with a rad mosaic, thus fulfilling my lifelong dream to live in Watts Towers.
Posted by Jodi Green on September 18, 2014 at 12.00am
September 16, 2014
Windsor-Detroit Tunnel. Upside-down 8.
Posted by Jodi Green on September 16, 2014 at 1.12pm