tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9909850327470550562024-02-19T23:51:27.793-08:00Team SampsonMandy Dunn Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468490797325109224noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-85247499266590916612011-06-10T08:30:00.000-07:002011-06-10T08:30:21.957-07:00movin' on up<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">New format! My personal blog, with a dose of meme: <a href="http://rhubarbpies.tumblr.com/">http://rhubarbpies.tumblr.com/</a>.</span>Mandy Dunn Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468490797325109224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-12069338195131451052011-05-11T13:40:00.000-07:002011-05-11T13:40:12.364-07:00btw, we had a royal wedding party.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/5710747059_02d5767f4d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/5710747059_02d5767f4d.jpg" width="500" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When your boss is from England, and you have time on your hands, you cut elaborate celebratory banners.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For my second needlepoint project I wanted to try some <i>decorative</i> stitches. I couldn't tell at this point whether artistic needlework or efficient, regimented stitchery was more my style. (I've since discovered that I'm more the regimented type, unless the content relates to a decorative texture better.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This canvas came with a stitch guide, which I mostly followed. For what I've completed, the window is Continental, the gable trim is Cross Stitch, the white trim is Straight Gobelin, the gable is Brick and the roof is Milanese in ribbon.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I finished up my book cradle work for the APS exhibition in March. The books in the show are super interesting and it was a blast, though a lot of work, to quickly make cradles for everything. Certain books came from Bibliothèque Nationale de France and other museums and had to be chaperoned by a courier. For those, I would quickly take measurements, okay my plan, make the cradle, then the books would get strapped in and locked into the exhibit cases. Fancy. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The most challenging books were the GIANT ones that needed wedges to support them instead of cradles. These books are larger than briefcases, and super heavy, fragile and tired. For these I would take measurements, cut pieces out of binder's board, and glue them squarely with weights.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finished, they're like the monolith from 2001. Lastly, I sand them then cover each with cloth from the installation cases. </span><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In an effort to work more experimentally and not address only the support of the book, I made this cradle for my last book. It's sleeker and slimmer. If I had had more time, they would all be so classy. </span><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Besides books the exhibit includes prints, "f<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">ossilized mastodon teeth sent by Thomas Jefferson from the White House to French scientist Georges Cuvier, the founder of paleontology," a giant stuffed black swan, and "t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">he score for a revolutionary song played for two elephants in the Paris menagerie in an attempt to make them breed." Amazing.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Exhibit page at <a href="http://www.apsmuseum.org/elephants-and-roses/">APS</a></span>Mandy Dunn Sampsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468490797325109224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-26718384897436777292011-02-18T13:13:00.000-08:002011-02-18T13:13:11.993-08:00a very Sampson holiday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5447391944_1d5e487905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5447391944_1d5e487905.jpg" width="500" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've had one last cold with the final gasp of winter around here, so Valentine's Day did not go as planned, but better. I was scheduled to make cradles at APS, which I postponed to next week. I made Ian buttermilk biscuits, scrapple hearts, and eggs over easy (like my love). He had to pick a building for this semester's historic preservation project, so I agreed to an architecture walk. The day was so warm and promising it made my soul feel better, if not my sinuses. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let's get the bad news right out of the way. Somebody smashed into our car Thursday night while it was parked directly in front of the apartment. It was in a corner parking spot, and was hit hard enough to move up about 8 feet and into the car parked two spots ahead. Ian discovered it in the morning - we officially sleep like the dead. The offending car left their grill and nice neighbors left notes wrapped in plastic wrap. (Exhibits A, B & C)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On to good things, like the above picture of my first ever received McSweeney's subscription. Inside is Wholphin No. 12, and I can expect three more issues & four quarterlies this year(ish). They are an awesome Christmas present, and now I can't resist finally subscribing to Believer soon too. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I made cradles again today at </span><a href="http://www.amphilsoc.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">APS</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. I have probably two more days of work to do there, spread over a few weeks. It's extremely satisfying to get paid to do something you love, that you're good at, on the hallowed ground of our forefathers. An oasis in the post grad school doldrums. Other shiny things from the week: finishing </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Angela's Ashes</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bottomless Belly Button</span></u></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">watching </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apocalypse Now, Blow-Up, Trop Belle Pour Toi, </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and drinking Dock Street's Firkin of the Month, </span><a href="http://citypaper.net/blogs/mealticket/2011/02/01/dock-streets-prisoner-of-hell-is-heavenly/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Prisoner of Hell</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-30229755364306910512011-01-27T20:28:00.000-08:002011-01-27T20:28:55.389-08:00Thunder-snow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our work week has progressed normally, despite the crippling snow storm. Wednesday was gross and I was pelted with ice between the trolley and home. As the ice pelts turned fluffy and the thunder-snow boomed, I practiced a raucous and difficult waltz on my accordion. During a particularly tricky passage I tapped my foot furiously and was determined to master the odd rhythm. I stomped and hummed, quickly trilled and the sky boomed. Then my chair broke and I crashed to the ground, my only thought the safety of the accordion. Ian asked from the other room, "Are you okay?" and I laughed and laughed. I asked him, "What did it sound like?" "Like <i>crick, </i>WHOMP." </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I told Gma this story on the phone tonight, about how I had to land accordingly as to not damage the instrument. She said, "You mean, accordionly?" It runs in the family.</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's so cold even the Christmas Cactus has decided to blossom for the first time. After the chilly trolley ride home on work days I'm only interested in activities I can do with a cat and a blanket on my lap. So, I've been plowing through some ancient Netflix adds. This week we watched <i>Ça commence aujourd'hui, Micmacs á tire-larigot, </i>and <i>Delicatessen. </i>Ian applauds my "getting the French off the queue" which sounds like a euphemism. I've also caught up on a bit of reading. I finished <u>The French Revolution</u>, which Greg lent me when we got back from our honeymoon (romantic!). I'm halfway through <u>Angela's Ashes</u>, from Gma, and am remarkably a quarter through <u>Ulysses.</u> I have big plans for my to-read bookcase this year and Winter abides.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Huzzah, I have a job! I am the new office/sales assistant at </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://rittenhouseneedlepoint.com/">Rittenhouse Needlepoint</a>, a very cute and strictly needlepoint shop ("No, I'm sorry, we don't carry knitting supplies. Would you like to try our free beginner's class on Saturdays?") My primary responsibilities are helping old ladies turn their stitched yarmulkes into three-dimensional objects and maintaining the ambitious online store. The owners have mecca-like plans for the website, and somebody needs to reorganize the 20,000 items listed for sale before these plans were clearly laid out. This mostly means labeling Christmas stockings as such and separating luggage tags from mini purses, etc.</span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The shop is super thorough and I want to bathe in the skeins of pure silk. There are two owners, with a remarkably charming poodle, three other people in the office and store, an in-house needlepointer, two girls in the finishing department, and two painters. (Truly serious needlepoint canvases are hand painted and made in very small quantity. This is not a hobby for the penny-poor.) Unfortunately, the longer I work here, the more I want to needlepoint. I keep finding cute scissors, thread organizers, and acorn-shaped needle magnets that I covet covet covet. At least, I'm sure, I'll wind up with the below beginner's kit. It's the perfect thing to stitch and hang in the kitchen, commemorating the strange time in my life when I lived in Philadelphia and worked at a needlepoint shop.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After Grier's professional sports career he worked as a bodyguard for Robert Kennedy during the 1968 presidential campaign and was guarding the senator's wife, Ethel Kennedy, during the Robert F. Kennedy assassination. Although unable to prevent that killing, Grier took control of the gun and subdued the shooter, Sirhan Sirhan.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">This man is awesome, <i>and </i>he needlepoints. This gem reminds me of my favorite Chop Suey find: Leonard Nimoy's <i>Warmed by Love. </i>I'd never expect any other job to live up to Chop Suey standards, but maybe this one has a shot.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Are exciting </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But so are roses </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On a birthday </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Computers are exciting </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But so is a sunset </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And logic </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Will never replace </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sometimes I wonder </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the future </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I guess I'm just </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spaceman.</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-63193565463720731542011-01-18T17:14:00.000-08:002011-01-18T17:14:14.592-08:00Winter 2010-11<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5239764737_394e0b3b37_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5239764737_394e0b3b37_z.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Winter 2010-11 looks more enjoyable than I remember it. It's so, so dark and Philadelphia won't shake the grays. As the above highlights portray, winter's best moments have been shared in other states. One of my resolutions, with drawing every day and watching all straggling Netflix items added from 2003-2007, is to make the best of our new apartment (newly decorated), studio (completely organized), new job (what's a paycheck?), and Philadelphia in general. Next episode: Rittenhouse Needlepoint, or Men Like Needle Arts Too. </span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-62178069851047279402010-11-20T11:06:00.000-08:002010-11-20T11:17:12.919-08:00Cross your fingers.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5192013181_97a9c2cf2e_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5192013181_97a9c2cf2e_z.jpg" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5192013161_21e10b65cf_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5192013161_21e10b65cf_z.jpg" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Marie shared these pictures with me from my birthday, and they've been nice to hold on to. Spontaneously moving was extremely difficult and nobody wants to pay me to be smart. I'm starting to scrape the bottom of the job market peanut butter jar, I have two weeks left to find something, anything. I think when I do get hired my first day off will be spent back at Linvilla, eating fried oreos. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Josh's birthday a month ago was excellent. I'd say it's unbelievable that he's sixteen already, but frankly i </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">feel</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"> twenty-nine. Especially when I hang out with high schoolers for two days. It was super fun though. I want to be in the marching band really, really badly. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/5190553037_064a5ba248_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/5190553037_064a5ba248_b.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Friday night that weekend was a big rivalry football game, so Friday Night Flights at the local news station sportscaster came by in a helicopter early and talked about the excitement of the game while the marching band played behind him. Then we sat on the last row of the band during the game and I got to enjoy their incidental music for the first time. Like "There's a flag on the play/There's a flag on the play" and "Rumble!/Rumble!" Katie, Mom and I shivered in the stadium with popcorn and hot coffee. I booed and cheered with rowdy seniors and excitable grandfathers. It was great. I'd go back to high school if it were a public one. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5190553663_1278c45e7c_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5190553663_1278c45e7c_b.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5191153036_075a068bb8_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5191153036_075a068bb8_b.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Saturday was Josh's dance party. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Below are some of my favorite moments:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5190573257_dbe7444562_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5190573257_dbe7444562_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Teenybopper line dancing is back in?</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5190564073_9aa0dc192f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5190564073_9aa0dc192f_b.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Mom and Ray dancing.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5191164454_27da03dec7_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5191164454_27da03dec7_b.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Me and Katie and Josh, which reminds me a lot of this picture:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1329/792717592_22754426cd_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1329/792717592_22754426cd_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">We are finally settled in the new place. More pictures can be found <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mandydunn/sets/72157625306230393/">here</a>. This first is part of the studio, featuring this year's halloween costumes (Galactus and Land Shark, respectively.) The pets are very happy, and the apartment still feels huge, even with all our books. Having a designated studio is so great, and we have a kitchen again instead of a kitchenette. The kitchen isn't really a huge upgrade, but it has it's own area and doesn't spill into the living room. There is laundry and storage in the basement, and so far zero crazy neighbors. I'm having fun exploring the neighborhood, which was mostly built in the 1890s. The houses all have weird expansions and strange rehabs. Walking the dog is our own architectural walking tour of what to do and not to do when fixing a super old house. After many maintenance calls and one very long 12 hour day of scrubbing and painting, we are completely ready to unload the old apartment. Cross your fingers.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5192016729_676c9e5fc1_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5192016729_676c9e5fc1_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5192610188_28e93a9986_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5192610188_28e93a9986_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-91545577511311174382010-10-22T15:07:00.000-07:002010-10-22T15:09:16.847-07:00Welcome to PhiladelphiaToday somebody in my new building said, "Welcome to Philadelphia." I smiled and thanked the man, I need all the welcome I can get from this city. While I ran new apartment errands in South Philly, where cars are parked in the strangest places and Pho restaurants stretch as far as the eye can see, Smells Like Teen Spirit was on the radio and the sky was a promising crisp Northern blue. I thought, <i>I can go another round, Philadelphia. </i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-89015512201225562412010-10-16T09:51:00.000-07:002010-10-16T09:51:25.232-07:00This ship sunk.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Despite a rainy birthday week, Ian and I had plenty of celebrating. Marie and Steve visited for the weekend, and we were originally going to the last Mets game of the season but the concept was just too depressing. Instead we went to not one, but <i>two</i> Jose Garces restaurants, Liberty Bellows (great name!) and Linvilla Orchards. Highlights:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>On Ian's birthday I surprised him with a tiny apartment-sized party featuring our best Philadelphia friends, hot bean dip, texas caviar, and apple pie. Since the actual day was rainy, we went on a field trip a couple days later to Old City. Our stops were the Second Bank of the United States, a strange antique store we've never noticed before (that's sometimes visible by day), and picturesque oddities in between.<br />
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In other news, I exhibited at Philly Zine Fest where I perfected Networking for Wallflowers. Jenny's glands are better, but with all the excitement she ate something she wasn't supposed to and her lips became red and swollen. The only thing more pathetic than a dog in a cone, is a dog with puffy lips. She was put on steroids for a week, which make her pee everywhere like a puppy. Fun! And finally, we're moving! Not back to Virginia yet, but to a much bigger, much prettier apartment on 49th street. We will be free of Penn and its endless ethnic frat parties, our terrible landlord, leaky ceiling, schizophrenic neighbors, and the roach invasion. Packing up (carefully, without any unwanted guests) can't come soon enough.<br />
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<ul></ul>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-51051445486236784372010-10-01T15:44:00.000-07:002010-10-01T15:58:32.808-07:00This ship is sinking.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5042748100_11f8295424_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5042748100_11f8295424_z.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4128/5042124315_cbfd15dcd1_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4128/5042124315_cbfd15dcd1_z.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Space and Sequence reception and Members Meeting was a success! Our little committee put together a nice food spread and the work looks really great. It's refreshing to see so many people in the library talking about books, holding books, looking at books. Invigorated by the foot traffic and compliments on my cookies, Ian and I checked out a teetering stack of comics while we were there. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This week I attached myself to my laptop and applied to as many awesome jobs as I could find. After our birthday festivities, I will apply to as many great jobs as I can find, then decent ones, then fine ones, then bartending. Here's wishing I'll never have to tip out a go-go dancer again. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jenny is better, we're still not finished coning. Hopefully one more week of upset stomachs, sad looks, and really funny sound effects (when she runs into things it sounds like ka-chunk, ka-chunk.) </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>(The following anecdote contains cursing, look away!)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To add to the excitement, the general mental health of our corner has been suffering. Our new neighbor was committed for a week, and I spent one long night listening to a female neighbor right outside our bedroom berate the neighborhood until dawn. The street was empty except for the crickets and the breeze, and she sat on her porch drinking and yelling at an impressive decibel. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;">"<i>How easily they played me for a fucking mental!</i>" </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;">She cursed everyone from Ralph Nader to the CIA, with particular ire towards Penn. "<i>Send that message to the White House, UPenn!</i>" I giggled in bed while the rest of the family snored (I don't know how) and counted how many silent seconds between the angry ones. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;">1 - 2 - 3 - "<i>Put on your fucking thinking caps!</i>" </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;">1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - "<i>This ship is fucking sinking!</i>" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;">Amen, sister. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-16143068904522488802010-09-19T22:11:00.000-07:002010-09-19T22:16:03.474-07:00CONE OF DREAD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4999953425_fb304bc965_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4999953425_fb304bc965_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/4999955217_3654f0bea5_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/4999955217_3654f0bea5_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We've made it over our yearly SPX hump! It was a great time, we had a respectable increase in sales over last year, and we got a lot of positive feedback. The University of Minnesota is starting a Mini-Comics Special Collection (Ian promised them ours when we're dead) and the librarian purchased a copy of </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I Wish. </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is my third special collection, and I get a particular thrill out of getting a call number. My first was </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">PIX BA D922z. </span></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ian's book looks so great and I'm really, really proud of him. It's beautifully drawn and his writing team-up with Tom Batten was very fruitful. Everyone should buy a copy, though I have to warn you. He calls them "funny books" which is an accepted term for comic books, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but it's not funny</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. It's bleak and sad, much like his taste in movies and baseball teams. Also, in case</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> you haven't already seen it, Ian drew a really great recap-strip of our trip.</span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/4992426244_9865747f67_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/4992426244_9865747f67_b.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This week another big project is finally coming to fruition. PCB has an interesting curated members exhibition at the Free Library of Philadelphia, where 15 artists installed bookworks in library cases on the theme Space and Sequence. Since I am on the Exhibition Committee, we've been busy! Installation was last week, and the Reception/Members Meeting is on Wednesday. I've organized the reception (big surprise). I'll take some more exciting pictures then.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/4999956729_22d88ef0ca_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/4999956729_22d88ef0ca_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4151/4999956093_428390c21e_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4151/4999956093_428390c21e_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To prepare for teaching applications I've been working on my National Exhibition Record. This basically proves people other than your friends are interested in exhibiting your work, and that you are willing to put in the effort to get your work across state lines. This month I have two books exhibited at the <a href="http://www.collingswoodbookfestival.com/">Collingswood Book Festival</a> (super hokey website!). Also, to <a href="http://www.ashevillebookworks.com/">Asheville Booksworks</a> in North Carolina, which seems like a really great place/organization, I submitted a copy of <i>Gma Kelly's House</i> to the BookOpolis exhibit. The print then got selected to be up in an extended show through December. Yay! </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Our biggest news this week, however, is what has delayed my blogging so long. Jenny's had some gland trouble, which also happened 4 years ago. She was licking nonstop on Monday, so on Tuesday I took her to have them clean her out, but the vet was worried her right gland might have a tumor in it. We put her on meds to reduce inflammation and gave her an e-collar so she couldn't get at it. She was very upset and wanted to do nothing but lay her head in my lap. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;">On the Friday trip to the vet the glands were better, they could get some gunk out the bad one. The vet doesn't want to put us in the clear yet on the tumor, we need to make sure once all the inflammation is gone that it is normal. Friday night she was super puffy and I started to worry. But, I thought, they poked around a lot down there, and her butt had seen a lot of action in four days. It had right to be inflamed. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She woke me up Saturday morning, her gland had ruptured and there was puss <i>everywhere</i> (I've tried to keep this as not gross as possible.) We went to the emergency room, and by now she's refusing to go into any clinical looking place. After many hours, they sedated her, shaved her, flushed her out, and sentenced her to two more weeks with the CONE OF DREAD. She has a big wound on the back of her, and our apartment is so small, she's pretty limited to where she can go without knocking over something (likely the cat). After she drinks water she comes to me so that I can towel off her face and the inside of the cone. She can't reach the floor directly, so she also gets fed by a hand-held bowl like a princess. It's all very pathetic and she's ready for her pity-party photo-op whenever. She must be in awful pain though, so send her good wishes and hope that this is the end of it. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5000557476_a8268ce134_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5000557476_a8268ce134_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-8747111167420343322010-09-09T06:59:00.001-07:002010-09-09T06:59:12.155-07:00leftovers-quesadillas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/4972280177_acdffc442d_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/4972280177_acdffc442d_z.jpg" width="500" /></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suddenly summer is over and I didn't spend nearly enough time sitting on the grass with Jenny. We will have to make that up on fallen leaves.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A few weeks ago Marie came to visit and she and I went to dinner! This might seem everyday, but I've been eating mostly leftovers-quesadillas. You know, barbecue and blue cheese quesadilla, corn quesadilla, peanut butter and banana-dilla. Bor-ing. So we set out to eat anything that didn't come in a circle. We ate at Tria, a hip place founded on the triumvirate of beer/cheese/wine. Many things on their menu came in snack-size, so we tried a bunch and my taste buds were thoroughly satisfied. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The reason for her visit was Jessie and Katie's going away party. These cousins are moving to Italy for a year, and we met with the usual spread to send them off. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A bonus, of course, was meeting new baby Evangeline! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ian finally got his promotion to Apprentice Manager and an exciting transfer to the Penn restaurant! The excitement only really comes from him being able to walk to work and our tired car getting to rest instead of creaking loudly over trolley tracks and pot-abysses daily. Changing restaurants is really just going from one mess to another, but he's taking on the new challenge with a smile.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And of course, we are mostly frantically getting ready for </span></span><a href="http://www.spxpo.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">SPX</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. We leave tomorrow night, and I have </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a ton</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> to do, but we are going with a few new books, new promotional materials, and a full table to share! I will report back pronto. </span></span><br />
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I met with Donna and the rest of her exhibition committee at Philadelphia Center for the Book's summer store. We are working on a big juried member show at the Free Library of Philadelphia that opens in September. More on that later. I never took pictures of the PCB space when I worked there for a week. It's a nice space, which we only have for a couple more weeks.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm assisting Katie Baldwin sporadically (a word I can't use without thinking of Clueless) this summer. She has the kind of make-do basement print shop that I'll someday assemble, and job printing with her feels like practice. This week we're printing a poetry chapbook with lead type and minor problems, which are good companions. Typos are much easier to fix in lead than in polymer plates, and when line spacing looks weird on the page, I simply have to lean over the press bed to realize wait, that leading is a point too thick, let me just pull this one out. We had a major setback today, discovering that some of our pages had oily impressions on them, yikes! The problem was simply solved and we only lost one printing day, which in the grand scheme of things is pretty par for the lead type course. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In disappointing news, our farmshare from Keystone CSA has been cancelled for the summer, only halfway through. That's a giant bummer, and we have to cross our fingers that our money will even be refunded. Getting a farmshare has been the most rewarding thing about living in Philadelphia, and I can pretend like going to the market every Saturday with ten dollars and leaving with a watermelon and some garlic scapes is better than getting the same boring squash and granola every week, but it's not. The share is super cost effective and Keystone was nice because we also got meat, cheese and eggs. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we get our money refunded and we can get a share with one of the few winter CSAs in town, it will be a little more expensive and harder to pick up. I'm going to try to be positive, though. The other local summer shares have WAY better produce than Keystone did, so maybe they're doing us a favor. Really I just need a garden and a butcher, but that's a different harangue. </span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-66194319241352341032010-08-15T09:53:00.000-07:002010-08-15T09:53:31.980-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last weekend we went to our first Mets game of the season, and our first trip to Citizens Bank Park. It really is a nice stadium. The game was sold out so we got nosebleed seats from stubhub, but we could see just fine and there were about a dozen other Mets fans in the last two rows behind us. It's a funny thing, being a Mets fan in Philadelphia. We get harassed by the locals, though not as badly as I had feared (it helps that we're in our standard second-half slump). The visiting New Yorkers don't get us either, though. We got cheese fries and Tony Luke's classic roast pork sandwich (complete with broccoli rabe and sharp provolone) and the Mets fans behind us said, "What are they eating?" "I don't know, but it smells like ass." Excuse me, that's </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">South Philly ass</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to you, sir. </span><br />
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</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We finally watched the wedding videos taken by the Weavers. The night before the wedding they had dinner, and everybody was forced to make a toast to us. The toasts are so funny and so touching, and I don't have to feel awkward because </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> not in the video. It's wonderful, and my favorite thing said has been a metaphor for the whole summer: "Even though my beer is empty, my heart is not."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In exciting news, we got a camera upgrade! It's a Canon Rebel T1i, not a quality-warp from my last one, but remarkably better and it's not so expensive that I'm afraid to take it most places. I genuinely needed the upgrade for better art images, though it will mostly be used on moustaches and pets.</span></span><br />
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We think so!<br />
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Thank you so much to everyone who came, and especially to the photographers!<br />
We would like to share all of the photos you took on this <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/mandyandiansampson/">Flickr Group</a> page.<br />
Flickr accounts are free for up to 200 photos. You can create an account <a href="http://www.flickr.com/">here</a>.<br />
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If you have more than 200 photos, you can burn them to a disc, mail it to us, and I will post them for you.<br />
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I think that's enough information to get us going!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-81540336883499722732010-04-29T09:48:00.000-07:002010-04-29T09:48:41.967-07:00A good wedding cake.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4563618010_c2a7f955bb_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4563618010_c2a7f955bb_b.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Beautiful letterpressed card given to us by Donna Globus. </span></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990985032747055056.post-79684017476734263852010-03-25T21:10:00.000-07:002010-03-25T22:32:08.964-07:00registry<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />May will be a great month, we're getting married and I'm graduating from grad school! We are going to celebrate with a week in Paris, the only place I've ever wanted to go, and a place well-loved by Ian. We couldn't be more excited, and are already boning up on our verbs and cute restaurants. If you would like to give us a wedding gift, we would greatly appreciate a donation towards the trip. We promise souvenirs (les bandes dessinées!) and many, many pictures.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you'd prefer to give us something towards our home, we also have a small </span></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wedding/NKGY3AJI4521"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Amazon registry</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></div><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"><input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"><br /><input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="F5APVZ9DYYKGQ"><br /><input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"><br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1" /><br /></form>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0