Saturday, February 28, 2009


IKEA Lingonberry Preserves + Trefoils Girl Scout Cookies = Deliciousness:
From Lingonberry Shortbread

Shortbread cookies are tasty, but they're so buttery, and sometimes that sort of thing leaves your tongue feeling like it's got a coating.

Lingonberry Preserves are tasty, but are a lot like what I think cranberry preserves might be like: a little tangy.

Tangyness and butteryness? How's that for complementing? They cancel out the overwhelm, allowing each other's greatness to come out.

Keep it up Lingonberries and Trefoils!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Well...there it is.

I just dreamed a post for this blog. You didn't read it? Too bad. I really did not get enough sleep last night, and I stretched out across my bed to think of topics. It's been about 45 minutes, and I feel asleep. During that time, I worked through a good blog post topic and picture ideas in some apartment that I'm living in with really great stairs (this is dream world apartment). In the real life background, chill out music from the Electro Lounge, my favorite music show on our local public station, WJCT.

In the depiction below, please note that although I didn't draw any clothes, it's because I'm lazy. I'm actually wearing a red t-shirt, and grey shorts. Also, although I have x's for eyes in the picture, I didn't die for a short period. Here the x's translate as 'out cold.'

From Blog Post Dream

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Show and Tell Hell

From Show and Tell Hell

During my college and early post college years, I threw a handful of parties called Show and Tell Hell. The premise was that people hate to get up in front of a group of people (that was the Hell part), but it's easier if you have props (that's the Show and Tell part). The parties were wildly successful, and also a good way to meld groups of friends. The only problem now is that I don't know enough non-teacher people to invite, and I'm not sure most of my teacher friends would play it up as much as my friends did in college. I was surrounded by musicians, artists, radio people, dance people, and the best foreign exchange student I've ever met. I know that nostalgia is death, and the key to life is to go forward and embrace change, but I also think that replicating past successes is important, too.

So I need to figure out how to do the Show & Tell Hell for the people in my life now.
From Show and Tell Hell

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

It's always the same...

After everything's settled down, the rest of the time is ache. Compound it this time with an especially tough workout at PT, and I've sat the day with a serious case of sore back, thighs, and arms. And now, 24 hours later, I'm still achey, but it's starting to go away.

I'd like to take another day off, but after using 6 years worth of banked sick time with a broken back, I just can't afford it anymore. Not with a doctor's appointment next week.

So tomorrow, I'm back to 'normal.' I'll eat blandly, and take it easy, and probably cancel my PT appointment, but I have to go back. Good times. Oh, and maybe I'll post something interesting. Since you've taken the time to read this, I'll throw in some old artwork of mine. Enjoy!

An old window shade that I spent a fun evening covering with doodles:
From June 05 Portfolio Additions

The stenciled skate deck by my kitchen counter:
From June 05 Portfolio Additions

The first painting I did graffiti style, on cardboard because elementary school teacher plus vandalism arrest = no more a teacher:
From June 05 Portfolio Additions

One of my favorite window paintings. This one sold a long time ago, and I kinda wish I still had it:
From June 05 Portfolio Additions

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Thank you, Whole Foods!

Here I am, taking a break from laying on the bathroom floor with the dry heaves. My skin is alternately hot and cold. My body is fighting to get every last bit of dinner O-U-T. There's a new Whole Foods about 30 miles from me, and on the way home from my CT scan (I have to wait until the 5th to see how my back's healing), I figured I'd go there for some groceries. I've heard how great their salad/deli bar is. I don't know if it was the tofu mushrooms or the barbecue seitan, but my stomach is not happy.

Resume your browsing. I should be back to normal by this time tomorrow.

I hope.

Oh, and thank you, Ling, for re-igniting my love of Suede.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

New Toy!

I just got a USB capable turntable, and I'm really excited to rip some of my old albums to mp3s. I went to my parents' house last night, and got my crate of records, and now I'm excited and a little disappointed.

Clearly, it's a waste of time to make copies of things like the Smiths, or the Beastie Boys. It's easier, and I'll get better quality (this isn't a high end turntable) by buying online.

No, the real excitement lies in things like:
  • Gert Behana's anti-feminist rant Women Be Women
  • Sounds in Space
  • Victory at Sea
  • Spidey's Super Stories from the good people at The Electric Company, a production of the Children's Telivision Workshop
  • My CRC Commercial records of commercial jingles...made for radio, these things are GREAT when you're a dork like me.
From LP Covers

Sadly, though, I'm missing my Parrot Training Record, and Mr. T's Be Somebody, Or Be Somebody's Fool. I must've foolishly left them behind at some point. What a remarkable lack of vision.

Oh well, until I get the right USB cord, there's no recording, so I'm just listening to Herb Alpert's Whipped Cream and Other Delights. Ridiculous music, but something about it makes me so happy.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Free Gift Meme

This comes from Gigi, and from others before her...

The first 5 people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

-What I create will be just for you.
-I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
-You will recieve your item before the end of the year (probably sooner).
-You will have no clue what the item is going to be. It could be a story or poetry . It could be a piece of artwork or photography. I might bake you something and mail it to you (if you live in the States!). Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
-It may be kind of odd, but I promise, not harmful.

What's the catch? The catch is that you have to repost this meme and make and send out 5 surprises of your own.


I'm it.

Ninja Sara has tagged me, and now I'm it. This isn't freeze tag, you can't come and unfreeze me. The only way I get out of this is to tell you 6 things about me, and then tag 6 more people. Holy crap...I'm not sure I've got 6 friends with, am I gonna just have to tag Spitzle followers? Oh, the stress of it all. Well...I'll worry about that after I come up with my six things. Okay, I'ma try to put down things that I haven't already blogged about. That'll be tougher, but maybe better?

1. I'm a terrible correspondent

Ever since I was a little kid, I've had a hard time writing letters, and especially thank you notes. In adulthood, this has turned into a dread of returning phone calls and emails of people who are far away. It's not that I don't want to communicate...I really do, but each day that I don't get around to it, I feel pressured to do it. And the pressure becomes crippling. Whenever I think about this, I think it's stupid. Facebook has been a big help...I can say hello in quick little ways. Now lest you think that this means that I'm hiding from my phone, I can totally call someone back if seeing them is imminent. It's just with people I don't see much. I hope all my friends know that I love them, and I just suck at that.

2. Trivial Pursuit
Trivia night at the bar? You want me on your team. I know more things than I've ever learned. I've got most of the answers when 'playing at home' with Jeopardy, Millionaire, and Cash Cab. I'm not saying this to brag. There's plenty I'm crap at. I'm just really good at remembering tons of stuff.

3. Chili Cook Off
A year ago, I won my bicycle club's annual chili cook-off. The funny thing about it is that I'd never made chili before, I made up a recipe the night before by taking a base recipe off of the internet, and adjusting the hell out of it. My recipe was very different from the base that I found. The best thing about winning? It was vegetarian chili, and when the top judge found out, he joked that he wouldn't have voted for it if he knew that it was meatless.

4. Vegetarian/Arby's
I've been a vegetarian for sixteen years. Every month since then, at least one person says, "Don't you ever miss meat?" And my answer usually is: Not really, but I do kinda crave an Arby's Roast Beef Sandwich once in a while. I'd never go for one, and I know that there's no way they could taste as good as my memories of them as a kid. For have f'ed up tastebuds. Secondly, all of the corporate dining chains have tweaked the hell out of their recipes to maximize 'taste' and profit, so I don't think it would be objectively as good.

5. I love decay.
Maybe you can see it in my photos of St. Augustine, or the signs, maybe you can sense it from some of the Spitzle pictures. I love dying, rusted, paint peeling, graffiti covered buildings. I love dirty, torn apart dog toys. I love the way things look when they're past their usefulness. There's a sad beauty there. I think that's why I always loved Detroit so much, and I could never live in a subdivision or gated community.
From Magic Pants Jones is the Present!

6. My Bike
I had two favorite bicycles, but since my crash took my gorgeous, 'spensive racing bike out of commission, I'm left with the one I built as a Frankenbike. I found this frame sitting next to a dumpster a couple of years ago, took it home, loved it, added (and subtracted parts), and came away with a perfect bike for riding around town. Because of the gearing, with bike shoes and clipless pedals, it's actually pretty fast for an old steel frame with cheap wheels. I absolutely love this bike. It's really appreciate things more when you make them yourself.

Man, now I've gotta find 6 people to tag. Okay, after reading drollgirl's 6 things, I'm cheating too: if you can see this you've been tagged. You're it, bitches.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tired, and wanting to post...

I can't think of anything significant worth saying, but it's been a couple of days, so here's my favorite drawing from the last drawing class before Halloween. After I gave up on reality, and turned the model into a cartoon, I got my favorite pic of the night.

From Figure Drawing, 10-28

Monday, February 16, 2009

Gender Analyzer

According to this page, there's a 74% chance that the author of Spitzle the Clown (me) is a woman, and a 62% chance that the author of Magic Pants Jones is the Present! is a woman. Meanwhile, my friend Laura's blog is allegedly only got a 51% chance of having been written by a woman. This disturbs me. Not a lot. Just a little.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Walking around St. Augustine

Walking around my neighborhood today...looking at bits of St. Augustine that are off the beaten tourista path. I mostly aim to get pictures of the mundane. I'm looking for things that we don't bother to look at anymore. Mixed in with that today, there are also glimpses of people making their lives nicer. We could use more of that community niceness.

This is a wall at the edge of a vacant lot:
From Walking on 2-15-09

Nature doesn't accept our walls:
From Walking on 2-15-09

Fantastic mural on Washington St.:
From Walking on 2-15-09

A place to hang for people who have no place to hang:
From Walking on 2-15-09

This explains the lack of places to hang:
From Walking on 2-15-09

Things stay with us past their usefulness:
From Walking on 2-15-09

From Walking on 2-15-09

From Walking on 2-15-09

Fortunately, you can't smell this corner...the urine was ripe there last night:
From Walking on 2-15-09

An endangered species:
From Walking on 2-15-09


Friday, February 13, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

It's funny...

When people comment there, part of me wants to comment back over at Spitze's blog, but I really don't think it's appropriate. With my user name, I think it'd be incongruous. And then, on another level, I think it's better that it's just a monologue, and the comments are reactions. I don't know that it would work as well if he stepped down off the stage and started to dialogue with the audience.

Maybe I'm thinking too much. Either way, I went out last night with a verrry patient Wesley, who only pulled on his leash a couple of times while I was trying to take Spitzle pictures. I took 66, kept 29, and have the rest of the month covered for posts.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I think it's so cute...

When I give Wes a rawhide before I leave, he waits until I get home to eat it. I don't know why, but I like to think that he waits because it's more fun when I'm home.

From Wes's Rawhide

Sign O the Times?

Stepping out my door, I was trying to decide what to take picture of today. Looking at the mold pattern on the back of one of the signs on my street, I decided to continue with my theatre of the mundane. Never trying for 'good photography' or composition, I'm just looking to put together collections of things we see every day.

Today, it's the backs of street signs:

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

a lot of these in my neighborhood:
From Sign Backs 2-8-09

From Sign Backs 2-8-09

Saturday, February 7, 2009

One Word

A couple of weeks ago, I took my camera with me while walking Wes. I decided to play by taking pictures of single words all over the city. I didn't go off my usual path, and ended up taking a lot of pictures. They're not groundbreaking or particularly great, but organized all together on my Picasa web album, they look pretty good.

In praise of vaguery...

When I was younger, I was very sure of a lot of things. Not so much of myself as of my opinions. And, to be true, I'm still a fairly opinionated person. But I think I'm reaching a part of my life where I finally don't have to have my opinions apply to everyone. How nice. I know, it sounds obvious typing this, but in our culture it seems to becoming the standard that we stick to our own cultures. With cable and satellite radio, you can get your news from the people who agree with you politically. And on one level, that's nice.

As a democrat living in a heavily republican county, it's good to turn on Rachel Maddow, and know that I'm not the only one thinking, "Are these people crazy?" But I remember being in Washington DC, at an anti war march. I rode a bus overnight to get there, and I was surrounded by people who agree with me. And was tremendously cool, but I was also unnerved. I think that I relish having the outsider viewpoint to a degree, and suddenly being surrounded by likemindedness makes me a bit nervous.

So this leaves me as the vegetarian who tells people, "I would never dream of trying to get you to give up meat, but I could make tofu that you'd like." Now, I know that my republican friends are wrong, my religious friends can get a little pushy, and the meat eaters have gross habits, but I don't mind too much, and I still like them.

That doesn't make me Alan Colmes, does it?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Sad News:

Lux Interior, lead singer of The Cramps has died, at age 60. His wife, and guitar player, Poison Ivy, survives him. I went and saw them with my friend Cindy in 1994 and they were legendary.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Procrastination Nation

I love how creative I get when there's work to be done. Tonight is hard-core gotta do the dishes night.

You know what that means, don't you? I immediately start thinking of photographs I could take when I'm walking Wesley. Maybe I could take the Spitz with me, even though it's incredibly cold (for Florida - don't get me started on what cold really is, I know, I'm from Michigan, but I don't have the clothes for it anymore, so this is cold, dammit).

I am in love:

With Kate Micucci:

Monday, February 2, 2009

Enough with old news...

I'm tired of talking about being run over by a van. If you know me, you've probably heard it all. If you don't, ask in person or on facebook (or in comments?), but I don't feel like typing the rest of the story up.

I wanna talk about my creepy clown blog for a minute. It got found somehow, on urlesque, netting it several hits, and then got picked up on dlisted. are the things I've noticed from my recent spike:

* It's confirmed, a lot of people are creeped out by clowns.
* Some people think that because someone enjoys writing from the point of view of the bad guy, he must be twisted and dark. That's funny to me. I am so not the angry, creepy, scary person.
* There is a small, but pretty cool group of people in this world who really dig my blog, and I find their attention to be gratifying.
* A lot of Spitzle's fans are also fans of Fuck You, Penguin. Thinking about that, it's not really a surprise.
* There's nothing like a jump in my hits to make me want to check my sitemeter out more. Here's the most significant thing I find (other than who's linking/referring to me (more on that...)): A 1 in every 5 people spends any time at all on the blog after clicking.
* When it first hit, I was getting a lot of traffic, then it was sites that came through dlisted, and now Spitzle seems to be getting lots of email, forum, and facebook pass-arounds.
* I've got a plagiarist...some character has used the name Spitzle the Clown on the Gawker boards, often using minorly adjusted quotes from my blog as his comments on their stories. Strange. Kind of flattering, but kind of annoying.
* There's nothing like getting attention to make you want to post daily!