A new drink

Again, having searched the internets and found nothing, I am forced to claim authorship of the following:

UNNAMED DRINK

  • 1 part ginger liqueur
  • 1 part vodka
  • 1/2 part lime juice

Shake with ice, pour into a martini glass. I tried it with both Rose’s Sweetened Lime Juice and regular lime juice. Both are yummy. You might try upping the lime to a full part, too.

If you couldn’t tell, I bought a bottle of Canton ginger liqueur yesterday. I also bought a bottle of Nocello walnut liqueur. It’s problematic, with a muddy, dark, bitter flavor. I did a few combinations, applejack, the ginger, but nothing satisfactory yet. The closest so far is 1 part Nocello, 1 part Godiva, and 2 parts Bailey’s. More work is called for.

Name the ginger drink for me.

Fun words

I was cleaning out my computer satchel and came across these pages from last year’s Forgotten English daily calendar. I clearly never got around to blogging about them. Since I’m waiting for the sun to come up before I get to work in the labyrinth, I’ll just do that right now.

Pseudodox: false, not true opinion. Well, that’s one easy one. The phrases “death panel” and “health care rationing” spring right to mind. Thanks, Sarah Palin! Oh, and anything James Inhofe has said for the past week and a half. As we say in Feydeau, Christ on a bicycle!

Ambiloquy: the use of indeterminate expressions; discourse of doubtful meaning; double-speaking. Vid. sup.

Carriwitchet: a hoaxing, puzzling question, not admitting a satisfactory answer. As in, how do you craft legislation when half your establishment is made up of determined nihilists?

Balitorium: riotous proceedings; the boisterous merrymaking which often accompanies a bonfire. Hey, one I can actually use, and more often than one might think, except for those who actually read this blog, who are usually involved with said boisterous merrymaking. Let the balitorium begin!

Vlonkers: sparks of fire. Let the balitorium begin, but beware the vlonkers! Those things can burn you in inauspicious locations.

Flammivomous: vomiting flames. This has nothing to do with my balitoria; I just liked the word.

Sprunch: the sexual advance of a male, a much stronger term than spark or wing. Another one just for fun. The original calendar says that some hillfolk use sprunchin’ to mean copulation. Let sprunchin’ thrive!

Foot-muff: exactly what it sounds like, a fur-lined thingie for your feet so that you don’t get chilblains on your tootsies when you go sleighing. But it sounds naughty.

Let’s go check in with the labyrinth.

Fretting

My lack of productivity has reached shocking levels, so much so that my concern over it has invaded my brain like a worm and awakened me at 4:00 a.m.

I have not sketched, composed, or blogged in weeks, and I don’t see any such activity in my future, either. The other day I was seriously considering a moratorium on all such endeavors, just being honest about it and saying, “You know what? I don’t have it in me right now, and I’m hanging it up. See you guys later.”

But I can’t be honest about it. I have to delude myself into believing that I will make the time to sit down and work on something. Sometime.

Part of my problem is the old Leaf by Niggle dilemma. I have “responsibilities,” and those tend to multiply. For example, tonight I will have Lacuna (yes, that’s creative; but productive?). Tomorrow is the Newnan Crossing open house. Friday is sort of open and I may get some sketching done. Saturday I am hosting my fellow Lichtenbergians.

Monday is Masterworks. Tuesday… I need to meet about the Masterworks website and publicity. Wednesday, Lacuna. Thursday is open. Then it’s Labor Day weekend, and we’re wanting to travel.

Over on the Lichtenbergian website, we had an assignment to list the five rules for creativity. One of mine was “Defend your time.” I think I have failed at that.

Inertia, inertia, inertia.

Labyrinth, 8/23/09

Our problem, if you will recall, was that the channels I had cut into the omphalic bowl did not line up precisely with the bricks in the center of the labyrinth. On the advice of Andy, my ceramics guru, I bought a grinder and cut away the unnecessary portions of bowl. (Actually, Andy advised me to find someone with a grinder, including him; I just decided to buy one.)

Here’s the north channel, cut.

It is interesting to me that you can see the original layers of clay from its coil construction back in June. Anyway, I decided to seal the open clay with what was left of the marine epoxy.

Not very pretty, but this is underground so it doesn’t have to be. Here’s the bowl with both cuts made and epoxied:

And here’s the bowl once again in situ. Yes, there’s mud and leaves in there. There are always going to be mud and leaves in there. Despite my best efforts, the bottom curled up as it dried.

However, there will not be water in there. I don’t think you can see it in this photo, but I drilled a hole NNW of the center hole, near the wall of the bowl. Everything drains out now. Of course, there’s a hole of raw clay, but it just has to be.

There was a small problem with the inner bricks sagging downwards, since the bowl does not fit right up under the granite. I suppose it could, but I’ll have to deal with that some other time. For the time being, I propped up the ends of the bricks with small ceramic scarabs that I bought at the King Tut exhibit last spring. I liked the idea of that.

I also used the scraps from the work table to build a mini-me version to hold the sound table.

I discovered that my multi-outlet has little holes on the back for hanging on walls, so my next little project will be to suspend it from the back of one of the legs. Actually, I’m going to get a second one to suspend from the back of the work table as well.

You can see in the background the packaging from the new miter saw I bought. I’m just accumulating power tools right and left. What can I build next?

A new drink

I think I’ve invented a new cocktail. At least, I can find nothing that matches it on the anywhere on the intertubes.

Announcing…

HONEY PLEASE

  • 1 jigger American Honey liqueur
  • 1 jigger Galliano
  • 2-3 shakes orange bitters

Shake with ice, pour into martini glass. Garnish with strips of basil.

Labyrinth, 8/15/09

Sometime in the night, the center of the labyrinth was visited.

This individual is sitting on the eastern bricks. He clung tight as I removed the bricks, but sometime during the day he flew away to sit above us in the trees and scream for sex.

Here we are before I got started.

These are pieces of 1-inch thick corrugated cardboard that I snagged from the Carnegie Library renovation site. I figured they’d be good to set the pieces of granite on without scratching them.

Here’s the granite removed. I marked each piece on the bottom with its position, e.g., NE, SW, etc. The pieces were not cut in accurate 90° angles, so it’s important for future generations to know where they go.

Here’s the center with the granite and the inside bricks removed.

Essentially I was digging a post hole without a post hole digger. It would not have done me much good to have such an implement; the clay was full of construction detritus. I just chipped away at it with my spades. Eventually it got too deep to remove soil with the spade. I resorted to a former citronella candle pail to scoop it out.

My goal was to dig deep enough to hit the topsoil under all the clay which had been dumped there from the excavation of our addition in 1993. It was about two feet down.

Here’s the final hole with water that I poured in for a percolation/drainage test. It drains just fine.

The bowl seated atop the hole. I traced around it and began to carve out a bed for it.

The bowl in situ.

I measured the depth of the hole to the bottom of the bowl. Then I cut a piece of 6″ PVC pipe. Anyone need six feet of PVC pipe? Here’s the drainpipe in place. Then it was time to go find some large gravel, which I did at Mulch and More out on Hwy 34.

Here’s the “river rock mix” filling the hole. I thought about just filling the outside part with the dirt and leaving the drain empty, but then I thought that future generations might find it easier to remove the pipe if it wasn’t lodged in silt and clay. To that end, I drilled holes to attach rope to the top of the pipe. (You can see my written instructions to future generations inside the pipe.) Also, I figured mosquitos might find a pool of water too attractive, but they probably wouldn’t bother going down under the rocks.

So I got maudlin. Sue me.

And here we have the Problem: the north and west channels in the bowl do not line up with the bricks. Since the granite is not cut accurately, the channels are non-negotiable. I will have to find a way to cut into the bowl for those two areas.

And here’s where we left the thing on Saturday afternoon.

Labyrinth, 8/14/09

Here is my poor labyrinth yesterday as I watered it. Notice how absolutely brown it is. All the grass has died, save a few poor blades in small pockets. I shall have to reseed in a couple of weeks.

Here is the bottom of the omphalic bowl, patched. It’s going to be forever out of sight, so I don’t have to clean it up.

Here are the epoxied cracks, all gold leafed. It’s actually kind of nice. I may come back in on the little white spots and gold leaf them as well. Sort of a night sky there in the center of my labyrinth. Up close and personal, there are plenty of bare spots, but as long as you’re not really paying attention, it’s lovely enough, especially in the dark and under water.

And here is where it is going tomorrow, if I’m lucky. It turns out to be a good thing that the grass has died; now I don’t have to feel any qualms about turning the center into a construction zone. It’s not as if it’s going to destroy anything of permanent growth.

Labyrinth, 8/9/09

Busy, busy, busy.

Yesterday, I started building a new work table for the back yard, based on old farm kitchen tables that I’d seen at antique places. Simple, sturdy construction. I would have finished it yesterday but I ran out of screws halfway through putting the top on.

Not to worry: ran out to Home Depot this morning, picked up some super cool weather-proof screws and actually replaced those I put in yesterday, then finished the table. Here it is in situ, waiting to start its first project:

It’s rather clean looking, if I do say so myself.

First project: patching the omphalic bowl. You see the bowl on the table. You also see a small piece of plywood and a pane of glass.

The idea was that I would put alumnium foil on the bottom of the bowl to keep the epoxy from running all the way through and out the bottom. The problem is that the bottom of the bowl is not flat, but concave.

Solution? A pile of sand on the plywood:

That way, the foil will be pressed up against the bottom of the bowl. That too is why I had the piece of plywood there.

Here are my tools assembled:

The two cans of JC-11 marine epoxy component; plastic spoons for scooping equal portions of the epoxy; spreaders for mixing and spreading the goop; a pane of glass for the mixing. Just at the edge of the photo is a can of denatured alcohol for cleaning.

Here’s the bowl half patched, or rather, completely patched and half cleaned. I was a little concerned when the whole bottom of the bowl looked like the goopy mess on the right. But I began wiping with paper towels soaked in denatured alcohol, and eventually I ended up with:

This is only the first application of epoxy. It will cure overnight, and tomorrow afternoon I will apply a second coat.

I am thinking that I could gold leaf the epoxy: a gleaming hieroglyphic swirling around a dark pool, flowing like lava out through the center of the universe.

Labyrinth, 8/4/09

A full day in the labyrinth.

First of all, I had a full truckload of firewood delivered yesterday afternoon, so the first thing I had to do this morning was to move it all over to its usual spot. Here you can see it where it got stacked yesterday afternoon:

As you can see, the Lichtenbergians are set for the fall. We can drain many a bottle of absinthe without worrying about the fire going out.

I also had this heavy limb to deal with:

Some of you may remember it as the huge limb perched atop my neighbor’s corrugated metal shack. I had tried to get it down earlier in the year, but it was just too big and the upper branches were over the top of the roof.

Somehow, however, it got loose this past week while we were gone and slid on down, knocking the lighting fixture at the southpoint awry. Now I could get at it and saw it into three largish pieces, which were then chopped into more firewood. The lighting fixture was easily restored.

Just for the hell of it, I toted the omphalos bowl out to the center. The blue of the bowl is a little lighter than I would have preferred, and it’s a lot more violet than I would have preferred, but it’s ready to start the installation process.

Of course, the first part of the installation process is to patch those cracks. It turns out that Home Depot does not carry PC-11 marine epoxy, and Sewell Marine has never heard of it. So much for shopping locally. Still, Ace Hardware does carry it, and even has free “to store” shipping, so I’ll be popping by Turkey Creek Road in the next few days, and then we can begin what I’m sure will be many interesting escapades with epoxy.

Just FYI, here’s what I plan to do. I’ll take up the granite and the bricks, carefully marking the cardinal points of the compass, and carefully marking the granite on its underside. As I’ve said before, the granite was not cut on precise 90° angles, so everything has to go back where it came from.

I will dig a hole about 20 inches across and about 3 feet deep, or until I reach the former topsoil under the red clay dumped on top it during construction of our addition. Into this hole I will put a 6-inch wide piece of PVC pipe. That will be filled with rock/large gravel, as will the space around it. The bowl will rest on top of the pipe, and then the brick and granite can go back in place.

Let me know if you see any flaws in this plan.

Last week at the Highlands Arts Festival in Abingdon, VA, I bought this little hand-blown oil lamp:

My thinking was that I would find a vase with a heavy base, and that this would rest in the center of the bowl when it was filled with water. Fire and water, see?

Lo, the very next morning at the antiques show, there it was:

Here it is with the oil lamp in it:

Heavy glass bottom, and that odd shape with the insert. Perfect. I could put dirt in the top, and have earth, air, fire, and water all in one at the center of the labyrinth.

Because… that’s what I will have around the periphery:

These are the cutouts from the bowl, glazed with some pretty awful colors. But hey, it’s a start. I got a quickie gold leaf kit from Michael’s, and in less than 30 minutes:

From the top, clockwise: North/brown/earth. East/white/air. South/red/fire. West/blue/water.

Definitely a successive approximation. I’m thinking I could find some paint/stain for the actual paving stones in the labyrinth, stain the four stones, and gold leaf the alchemical symbols onto those. Or when I return to GHP in 2011, I can make nice markers. Any other ideas?

Goals

Here we are, end of GHP and vacation, the beginning of the school year, one of those cusps that seem to demand that I set some goals, to figure out what I want to do next. I don’t know why, especially since these are no-brainers. It’s not as if I’m going to not do these things if I don’t write them down, but writing them seems to give them some legitimacy.

  • get back into the 24 hour project work. I have #12, #13, and #14 still to set, and they’re all three doozies. I really ought to try to come up with two more movements to go with the string quartet/bassoon piece.
  • get serious about my “Field” series of paintings, especially Seth’s commission
  • schedule Tai Chi time, and stick to the schedule. Grayson gave me a beginner CD for my birthday, and I’ve only looked at the first section once. The problem is finding time and space. But I must.
  • get serious about my ELP sketching, especially faces. Soon it’s going to be time to start sketching in paint as well. It has occurred to me that proficiency in graphite does not automatically transfer to gouache.
  • do some writing in the Neo-Futurist vein for Lacuna. The GHP theatre kids used the Neo-Futurist mold for their work this summer and it was a fascinating way to do theatre.
  • and of course the labyrinth needs attention: mowing, reseeding, repair, installation of the omphalos

That’s not too much to think about, is it? It does not include routine stuff, like cleaning my study or doing the final reports on GHP, or updating the WordPress software everywhere, or starting back up with Masterworks Chorale and Lacuna Group.