Love you all!
xoxoxox
CLICK HERE:
OpenFireGlass.etsy.com
Monday, August 17, 2009
New Beads for Sale on Etsy
Here are some beads I just put up on Etsy.com that you may want to check out (no, I don't expect you to buy any, just admire them from afar a little).
Love you all!
xoxoxox
CLICK HERE:
OpenFireGlass.etsy.com
Love you all!
xoxoxox
CLICK HERE:
OpenFireGlass.etsy.com
Sunday, August 9, 2009
She Sells Seashells by the Sea Shore - Now Online!
We *finally* have half a dozen seashells available for purchase on Etsy.com, and thought you all might want to view them.
Click here:
openfireglass.etsy.com
You can also click on the photos below to make them bigger:
Hope you enjoy!
Click here:
openfireglass.etsy.com
You can also click on the photos below to make them bigger:
Hope you enjoy!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Experimental Poetry: December 2008 Edition, Volume III
UNTITLED
12/30/08
We are out of food
That we want to eat
Though if our favorite food was canned green beans
We’d be in for a treat
And if you like lettuce and tomato sandwiches
You are in luck
Because we ate all the cheese and turkey some other time
Before today
We could have spaghetti
If the noodles weren’t wheat
(Mike “would rather starve”)
We could have a salad
If I knew how to prepare a beet
We could have enchiladas
If we had some more cheese
We couldn’t even have enchiladas
Because we don’t have sour cream
(Mike only likes enchiladas if we have sour cream)
As I was thinking up this
Mike brought me a toasted tomato sandwich
It was delicious
See he’s a good man
(Was there even a question? I thought this was about food.)
12/30/08
We are out of food
That we want to eat
Though if our favorite food was canned green beans
We’d be in for a treat
And if you like lettuce and tomato sandwiches
You are in luck
Because we ate all the cheese and turkey some other time
Before today
We could have spaghetti
If the noodles weren’t wheat
(Mike “would rather starve”)
We could have a salad
If I knew how to prepare a beet
We could have enchiladas
If we had some more cheese
We couldn’t even have enchiladas
Because we don’t have sour cream
(Mike only likes enchiladas if we have sour cream)
As I was thinking up this
Mike brought me a toasted tomato sandwich
It was delicious
See he’s a good man
(Was there even a question? I thought this was about food.)
Experimental Poetry: December 2008 Edition, Volume II
C’MON C’MON
12/29/08
By Dr. Cleuss
Josh and Kaya
Fight all day
They’d rather argue
Than go out and play
How can this be fun you say?
What an interesting question.
(It can’t.)
12/29/08
By Dr. Cleuss
Josh and Kaya
Fight all day
They’d rather argue
Than go out and play
How can this be fun you say?
What an interesting question.
(It can’t.)
Experimental Poetry: December 2008 Edition, Volume I
SMALL
12/29/08
The aquarium’s on the microwave
My bicycle’s in the front entryway
Which is also our living room
That doubles as a guest room
I guess you could say we have outgrown
This little place we call home
(Never mind we never quite fit in it in the first place)
Not to mention the head of the guest “bed” is where people also get fed
(Oops, did I mention it?)
12/29/08
The aquarium’s on the microwave
My bicycle’s in the front entryway
Which is also our living room
That doubles as a guest room
I guess you could say we have outgrown
This little place we call home
(Never mind we never quite fit in it in the first place)
Not to mention the head of the guest “bed” is where people also get fed
(Oops, did I mention it?)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Busy Doesn't Even Cut It
Self-employment can be rough. The freedom is exhilarating, the long hours seven days a week exhausting.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I know that I have it much better than many folks in this "great nation."
Anyway, since last we met, I have been down the coast as far as Monterey, which is a few hours south of San Francisco and currently the southernmost I have been since living here. I loved it there, in Monterey. We hope to go back with the kids and check out the famous aquarium there. We set up two new gallery accounts while we were out driving around, and I do in fact have high hopes for many more to come.
Next week is the marble show up in Tacoma, Washington, already. Where has the year gone? It's so weird how slow time used to go back when I was 10, now it just goes faster and faster and faster, and suddenly half of the "new year" is come and gone.
There's a lot to be said for paying attention.
I hope everyone is well in Wisconsin. I don't wish I was there - I've gotten quite accustomed to this moderate weather and never feeling too hot - though I do wish you were here! But then again, I probably wouldn't have time to have coffee anyway, so probably it's better this way.
Hugs and kisses, hope to chat again soon.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I know that I have it much better than many folks in this "great nation."
Anyway, since last we met, I have been down the coast as far as Monterey, which is a few hours south of San Francisco and currently the southernmost I have been since living here. I loved it there, in Monterey. We hope to go back with the kids and check out the famous aquarium there. We set up two new gallery accounts while we were out driving around, and I do in fact have high hopes for many more to come.
Next week is the marble show up in Tacoma, Washington, already. Where has the year gone? It's so weird how slow time used to go back when I was 10, now it just goes faster and faster and faster, and suddenly half of the "new year" is come and gone.
There's a lot to be said for paying attention.
I hope everyone is well in Wisconsin. I don't wish I was there - I've gotten quite accustomed to this moderate weather and never feeling too hot - though I do wish you were here! But then again, I probably wouldn't have time to have coffee anyway, so probably it's better this way.
Hugs and kisses, hope to chat again soon.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Josh and I (okay and Mike) made a video - and we really like it
I went in to Mike's studio a week ago and shot some footage of him blowing glass. Over the weekend Josh edited it and put it together into a video that we can use to promote Mike's work. We think it's pretty awesome, and wanted to share it with you.
It'll also be up on our work website: warrenartglass.com
ENJOY, hope you like it for a first effort; let me know what you think! (Even if you think it needs some work.)
And can you see what he is making???
It'll also be up on our work website: warrenartglass.com
ENJOY, hope you like it for a first effort; let me know what you think! (Even if you think it needs some work.)
And can you see what he is making???
Thursday, June 11, 2009
50 Seashells, One Dog
(DISCLAIMER: These photos were taken with a Canon point-and-shoot digital camera. They are by no means professional-quality.)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
"Roasted Baloni"
“I think you have some mail,” she announced happily to me one Saturday afternoon.
“Oh, yeah. I already got the mail. Thanks, Kaya,” I replied, semi-absentmindedly.
“Oh, cool. Well. There might be some more, then. Maybe. You might want to check. Just in case,” she replied brightly, with a mischievous glint in her eye.
So I checked the mailbox.
Inside was a plain sheet of printing paper, folded in half. On the outside were the words:
TO: NAOMI
FROM: ?
So, I said, “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I wonder who this is from.” In an exaggerated tone. I made a face, to back up the tone, one that I hoped looked like I was pondering it, dramatically.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said, “it IS a mystery.” And then she grinned.
I walked back inside from the front porch, Kaya following on my heels. I closed the door.
“Well, open it!” she yelped.
“Of course, of course,” I replied, quickly.
I opened it. On the left half of the folded paper there was a drawing of a piece-of-bread person. That is to say, a piece of bread with arms, legs, and a face. Behind him stood the rest of the loaf, in the plastic bread bag. (I actually had to ask Mike what it was, for this story, and he was like, “duh, it’s a loaf of bread.” Obviously.) In a thought bubble over the bread person's head were the words “Wow, he’s roasted.”
Now, okay. You may think this must be the best part of the story, because it’s pretty great. But you would be wrong, dear readers! We are not to the best part yet, though we are getting closer to it.
On the right side of the sheet of paper stood a slice-of-bologna person, in that it was a slice of bologna with arms, feet – or at least shoes – and a face. He’s waving, at the piece-of-bread man. His conversation bubble says, “Hi!” Next to the piece-of-bologna man is a container that says “roasted baloni.”
Now I know what you must be thinking. This surely must be the best part of the story, because, wow, it is great.
But no, because it gets better. Right now:
“Turn it over,” Kaya encouraged, once I had looked at the bread and bologna people for a while.
I turned it over.
On the back of the homemade card it said, in big letters down the page that took up the entire back of the card:
HA
HA
HA
HA
And there it is. Kaya just beamed at me, then, very content with herself and this card she drew for me. (Well, we can only assume it was from her, since she never did admit it.)
This story is why I love Kaya so much.
Josh didn’t get why it was so funny, but I love him anyway. Maybe even because of it. After all, you know what they say: Variety is the spice of life!
“Oh, yeah. I already got the mail. Thanks, Kaya,” I replied, semi-absentmindedly.
“Oh, cool. Well. There might be some more, then. Maybe. You might want to check. Just in case,” she replied brightly, with a mischievous glint in her eye.
So I checked the mailbox.
Inside was a plain sheet of printing paper, folded in half. On the outside were the words:
TO: NAOMI
FROM: ?
So, I said, “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I wonder who this is from.” In an exaggerated tone. I made a face, to back up the tone, one that I hoped looked like I was pondering it, dramatically.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said, “it IS a mystery.” And then she grinned.
I walked back inside from the front porch, Kaya following on my heels. I closed the door.
“Well, open it!” she yelped.
“Of course, of course,” I replied, quickly.
I opened it. On the left half of the folded paper there was a drawing of a piece-of-bread person. That is to say, a piece of bread with arms, legs, and a face. Behind him stood the rest of the loaf, in the plastic bread bag. (I actually had to ask Mike what it was, for this story, and he was like, “duh, it’s a loaf of bread.” Obviously.) In a thought bubble over the bread person's head were the words “Wow, he’s roasted.”
Now, okay. You may think this must be the best part of the story, because it’s pretty great. But you would be wrong, dear readers! We are not to the best part yet, though we are getting closer to it.
On the right side of the sheet of paper stood a slice-of-bologna person, in that it was a slice of bologna with arms, feet – or at least shoes – and a face. He’s waving, at the piece-of-bread man. His conversation bubble says, “Hi!” Next to the piece-of-bologna man is a container that says “roasted baloni.”
Now I know what you must be thinking. This surely must be the best part of the story, because, wow, it is great.
But no, because it gets better. Right now:
“Turn it over,” Kaya encouraged, once I had looked at the bread and bologna people for a while.
I turned it over.
On the back of the homemade card it said, in big letters down the page that took up the entire back of the card:
HA
HA
HA
HA
And there it is. Kaya just beamed at me, then, very content with herself and this card she drew for me. (Well, we can only assume it was from her, since she never did admit it.)
This story is why I love Kaya so much.
Josh didn’t get why it was so funny, but I love him anyway. Maybe even because of it. After all, you know what they say: Variety is the spice of life!
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