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[#art] A Change of Carrier

Posted in art, art as a career, art supplies, creative process, creativity, liff on June 14, 2014 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
I’ve decided to join the messenger-bag generation.

It’s cool. I’m usually a few years late to just about any party, anyway.

If you don’t know if I’m hangin’ around or not, you can usually tell that I’m here if you see my backpack. It’s a habit I picked up never-you-mind how many years ago and I’ve probably kept too long, but in an unfriendly world that don’t love you back no matter how hard you love it, you have to have your security blanket.

We all do, I think. I fancy I’m just a bit more honest about it than some. Then, I care less and less what anyone thinks about what I do as I move through this part of my life; I’ll do what I can to cope.

My backpack has been part of my identity for a long time. It holds a lot of things that are important to me that I want to keep near; the sketchbook I’m not drawing in; the book on creativity I’m not reading or using, the art supplies I’m apparently hoarding up against the apocalypse. But backpacks encourage a sort-of hermit crabbish-ness, in which I carry my notional studio on my back. As long as my right shoulder isn’t killing me (how I’ve avoided tendonitis all these years, I can’t tell you) I figure I can carry anything. Or everything.

Whether or not I can kickstart my own engine, a touch of parsimony is called for, I think. Will it improve my creativity at all if I don’t figure I have everything I need and inspiration will spontaneously combust from inside the recesses of the thing?

I don’t know.  Anything’s worth trying once.

I also have a taijtu (see illo) patch that will simply look stunning on the flap.

And so it goes.


[liff] Question Of The Day/Month/Year

Posted in liff, maxims on May 27, 2014 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
If one can’t be a brilliant success, why not be a beautiful failure?

[liff] At SE 122nd and Stark, It’s Always Darkest Before The Daw, Whatever That Is

Posted in liff, liff in Outer East Portland, Out 122nd Way, Outer East Portlandia, teh_funnay on May 19, 2014 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
Spotted while going from there to here along SE 122nd Avenue at Stark, on Saturday:

While one can argue that, in Portlandia, it’s always been the Age of Asparagus, one still wonders what dawing is, what is involved in this process (that’s what we’re assuming it is), or how it brought said Age to come about, exactly.

If you didn’t see it on Saturday then you missed it; someone set up the spell check on it, and now all its dawing are belong to us, because I have the picture. of which I share.

[liff] The 3-D Letters and The Synanon Ruler

Posted in liff, liff in Outer East Portland on May 6, 2014 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
The annual Gethsemane Lutheran Church is truly the Gumpian bawx of chawklits. You really never know what you’re going to get.

Oh, there are some things which are verities. The snacks, running to chili, sausage dogs and lemonade, are exquisite. The baked goods, being Lutheran, are immaculate (I’m not really being a cutie-pie here; the Lutherans really do create some immaculate baked goods). The people … really, really sweet. It’s hard to find a group so warm to people they literally do not know.

We found things that we were looking for for a while. A 2-controller electric blanket, a few nifty books, some housewares. And me, I found this:

Cute, huh? Unique? I dare you to find things like this within 15 miles of this place. To cases, then:

Hernard 3-D Title Letters. This was how we did image macros before there was an interwebs. These are small, ceramic letters, about 3/4ths of a inch tall and about a quarter-inch thick, and treated on the back with a stickum, this looks like it’s easily 30 years old if it’s a day. The stickum looks quite fossilized, but the instructions assure me that I’ll get it back if I treat it with lighter fluid.

That’s a relative thing, I’m sure. I wouldn’t consider a coating of lighter fluid such a treat, but that’s me for you.

The literature on the card on the back enthuses with promise. Create dramatic shadow effects with epic 3-Dness! Stick the letters to glass and shoot through them for effects! Carry them with you everywhere! Go crazy!

I’m going to live caption my cats. After The Wife™ sews me back together, I’ll let you know how that went.

The other thing is a thing, and a strange thing, and a thing of a certain hobby of mine. Some people enjoy comparative religion. Not me. Much too straightforward and cute. It’s got to be abstruse, eye-crossingly obsessive, and hard to follow. I ‘collect’ artifacts from some new religious movements. Sometimes, the sketchier the better. For a while I was collecting scripture books … I have a very old copy of Science and Health with Key To the Scriptures  that I’m rather fond of.

I stopped short of getting a copy of The Urantia Book, though. We have enough doorstops around here.

Anywhoozle, when I saw this, I couldn’t resist … hell, at a tag price of twenty-five cents, I couldn’t afford not to!

Synanon, for those who don’t know, was a self-improvement creed that grew out of a drug-and-alcohol rehab group started by a man named Chuck Dederich back in the last 60s. It grew and prospered and eventually collapsed of its own weight. But they did have some small manufacturing base, and apparently some of that was devoted to making logo items.

Really, I recommend the Gethsemane yearly rummage sale to everyone. It’s a fun experience. And you really do never know what you’re gonna get there. 

[liff] Caption This!, or Religion TODAY!

Posted in liff, teh_funnay on April 30, 2014 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
I’d provide one, myself, but what with my irreverence combined with my absolutely torn feelings about creeds these days, I’m afraid I might lose my last four readers.

[type] The Royal Futura 800 Manual Typewriter

Posted in liff, type, type design, typewriters on April 24, 2014 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
I do, in fact, have a manual typewriter.

It, as near as I can ID, is a Royal Futura 800. Here it is:

It’s a lovely machine, stylish, and with the sorts of lines you’d expect something that exulted in the model name Futura to look like if it came out in the late 50s … streamlined corners, a cool wedge-shaped cross section, with the lid section sitting on top like a plugin.

The best feature there is the ROYAL logo … it’s clear plastic and if you press on it, it turns out it’s the latch that opens the top, which is spring loaded, which is a bit of a plus.

Ribbons being what they are, it’s fortunate for us that we have an old-school office-supply store a fifteen-minute walk away from us. They’ll sell us a ribbon whose spools will work in this machine, however, you have to install brads at each end of the ribbon or it won’t trip the mechanical link that reverses the travel of the ribbon.

Annoying, but fixable. DIY, y’all!

The biggest niftiness about this? The font. Peep:

[liff] In Which I Post About Food, Becuase Homemade Layered Gelatin Parfait

Posted in Burgerville USA, liff, Out 122nd Way, Outer East Portlandia on April 23, 2014 by Samuel John Klein Portlandiensis
There seems to be a requirement in intarweb culture to post food pictures. I have kept up my end in the cat picture category, well, at least as far as I’m going to, and in case my intarweb card is in danger of getting revoked, I do have food pictures. Just two. Not going crazy here or anything like that.

Additionally, this is the inauguration of a new 8-gig SD card for the camera, so there’s that (happy thing).

This is a layered gelatin parfait. Anyone ever hear of Jell-O* 1-2-3? This was a splendid product which you prepared like regular Jell-O, except that when you chilled it, in the fridge it auto-separated into a gelatin layer, a whipped layer, and a very light mousse. 1, 2, 3. If, of course, was freaking delicious, and it was so pretty when it came out of the fridge that you just wanted to look at it a while.

It was a perfect dessert, therefore, it is no longer being made. There are DIY recipes however (go for it, Portland, you DIYtopia you!).

A couple of nights ago, whilst on the job, The Wife™ called to exult upon an achievement. She had said, she said, that she had made Jell-O 1-2-3. Well, not exactly. But she had figured out how to layer a fairly pretty gelatin parfait. And she told me about the process. My mate does a lot of food experimentation, and she’s pretty good; even the failures are good eatin’. But she was in the zone when she was describing how this was done, promised a treat for the eyes when I got home.

My eyes were not disappointed.

I have just finished this confection, and I can swear that it tastes as good as it looks. Dessert for breakfast, because I can, dammit.

And here, to round out your ZehnKatzen food experience, is a photo of our beloved 122nd and Stark Burgerville:

I didn’t pict our food because, c’mon, I’m letting plenty hang out as it is. It’s Burgerville. We had burgers and fries. And they were excellent. I let you know too much more and all of a sudden I’m all up in your bathroom, usin’ your toothbrush. I want to remain friends.