Adventures in a Mistaken Way

May 4th, 1970. 6 Dead In Ohio

2011-05-04T12:36:00.000-07:00

"The Kent State shootings—also known as the May 4 massacre or Kent State massacre—occurred at Kent State University in the city of Kent, Ohio, and involved the shooting of unarmed college students by members of the Ohio National Guard on Monday, May 4, 1970. The guardsmen fired 67 rounds over a period of 13 seconds, killing four students and wounding nine others, one of whom suffered permanent paralysis.

Some of the students who were shot had been protesting against the American invasion of Cambodia, which President Richard Nixon announced in a television address on April 30. Other students who were shot had been walking nearby or observing the protest from a distance.

There was a significant national response to the shootings: hundreds of universities, colleges, and high schools closed throughout the United States due to a student strike of four million students, and the event further affected the public opinion—at an already socially contentious time—over the role of the United States in the Vietnam War."

I went to Kent State in Ohio for my masters degree. Every May 4th, at noon, the entire campus is given a 1 hour break from the last week of classes, or if needed, no finals are scheduled during that time. A large demonstration takes place. People speak, music played, dancing, artwork, protests

, discussions, plays, everything, takes place on the same grass that over 40 years ago 6 students where killed during peaceful protest. I have meet people who were present that day, I have sung peaceful songs of protest. My generation are the sons and daughters of those effect by the massacre. Going to Kent, you become part of the heritage, a member of a small group that not only remembers the collage for the shootings, but group that has decided to celebrate how is helped the rest of humanity. Peaceful protest can happen, that change can take place, if someone falls, just be sure to remember.

I graduated 2 years ago, but on May 4th, I try to remember, an event that shaped my parents generation, and becoming a graduate of Kent State I have become part of the heritage.

Link To the NY times Article

Craft Role Call! Sound off!

2011-03-28T20:29:00.000-07:00

I tend to dabble in the random, the seldom thought of, the used-to-be-cliche, off-beat, unappreciated, and all around, underground and forgotten.

But then they are things, well still very dorky/geeky/nerdy and down right just, well, weird (who needs knitted mason jar coosy). I love knitting, reading, National Geographic, comics, sewing, How I Met Your Mother, cartoons, oh yes, cartoons, records, toys, shenanigans, miniature items, the list goes on.

Crafter, I am a BIG crafter, making anything, thats my deal. My newest and favorite media: Shrinky Dinks. It started with an idea as an end-of-the-season gift for my co-workers that just, exploded.

After several days of making presents for my co-workers I've worked up to this: it's a manifestation of our season biggest joke. One afternoon when we had all received our paychecks, my pal Jeannie asked if I was going to go and get 'Pictures of bears", when I asked her what they meant, she said that I like "pitchers of beers". Thus, my hearing problem becomes amusing to us all.

Researching lace images I found this AMAZING Dutch company. I am fascinated with there work. I want a house, home, apartment, vacant lot so I can fence it in with some of this. (Above)

It's beautiful. I am a big fan of using everyday objects in an unexpected way. Just a few more twists of wire, not at all dissimilar to lace making, using many of the same techniques, they have crated this on a much larger scale. Or something misappropriated, similar to this scull lace piece, something so delicate creating a usually sinister image.

Or, OR! This one is my favorite! I have an unnatural love of ponies, but more of the My Little verity. I found this amazing artist who creates these pony flavored masterpieces!

Two of my favorites are the Lady Gaga Via "Telephone" and the classic white jumpsuit Elvis. I am in love with this. The details are amazing.

Thats just the way it will be, or is, or something

2010-08-20T17:08:00.000-07:00

Well, I didn't keep up with this as well as I had planned.

Take 2.

After my last post, well, there have been several months in there. I have spent the last months working at the Utah Shakespearean Festival, my 3rd summer in residence. It has always been a great time. Staying for wardrobe this year I have 4 more months of adventures under my belt. I have seen the caves at Great Basin National Park, climbed to Overlook Point at Zion National Park, and crawled into the lava pits at Snow Canyon.

In a few weeks, I will start out on my newest adventure. A few weeks ago I was offered a first hand position at Orlando Shakespeare theater. No winter, no snow tires, all sun and a 100 percent humidity. I am overjoyed.

In place of the overwhelming insecurity of no job, but he awesome back plan of moving to NY after the new year, I now have the overwhelming insecurity of finding a place to live after I move and moving my storage space from Metro Detroit to Orlando.

I hope my new place looks like this, that would be the dream...so many books. And, now that I am in Orlando, I can only hope to partake in this new phenomenon. Oi, I wonder if you can get it in the drive though.

I would walk 5,000 miles...

2010-05-12T17:37:00.001-07:00

Road tripping.... a tradition created after the invention of the highway, memorialized by such books as "On the Road Again" by Jack Kerouac.

I am more of the "Go west young man, and grow up with the country" kind of gal. Traveling the 2,498 mi, 40 hour trip from Hartford, CT to Cedar City, UT takes me through 11 states, and 3 times zones.

Today, just when I was struggling to stay entertained and engaged, I drove though the high land inside of Nebraska on I-80, snow.... honest snow.

Now as I sit in Laramie, WY getting ready for my final leg my journey I am also gearing up for the summer.

Scribbling Makes My Dancing Feet Feel Like They Are Moving

2010-02-17T18:10:00.000-08:00

That word would be 'pony.' Don't ask why, I don't even know.

I worked all of this weekend. While I feel accomplished and exhausted, the reality of my current projects impending completion date is now staring me in the face.

Day: Wow, I can't keep track of that...

2010-02-12T05:24:00.000-08:00

As I poured my cup of coffee onto my journal my co-worker, fellow knitter, and very pregant friend, Rachael back away from the table then stared at me in wonder.

It soaked up a lot of it. Then the journal hung to dry on the laundry rack of the rest of the day.

I drank a lot of coffee yesterday. I think I bordered on 5 cups.

Day 8: Good Thoughts

2010-02-07T18:03:00.000-08:00

List Includes:
-I'll get by with a little help from my friends
-the library is great
-work is always entertaining

Day 6: Crack the Spine

2010-02-05T18:28:00.000-08:00

And on day 6...

Today I am a little edgy, I relearned how to knit. I first picked up needles over 15 years ago but then I could only knit stitch and about 5 years ago I picked up Stitch 'n Bitch book and taught myself properly.

Then at the start of my new job, I decided I wanted a new hobby, a new way to spend my newly found free time. I found crochet. Then with the Happy Hooker book, also by Debbie, I found a new time consumer, ever changing, addictive hobby.

I should have just stuck with reading, books are free from the public library.

Day 4: Chew This Page

2010-02-03T23:04:00.000-08:00

I think I might have a paper cut on my tongue.

That's just not good at all. And then there was a cookie fight.

Day 2: Again.

2010-02-01T12:15:00.000-08:00

Having aggression issues, and I trying to avoid being aggressive-aggressive and by doing that worried I am being passive aggressive. To I flipped open to this page and thought it was a good idea.

I feel better now.

Day 1: The Begining, Day 2: The Posting

2010-02-01T10:17:00.000-08:00

Today, well yesterday at approximately 5:47pm I begin the Wreck This Journal Project, The objective, to wreck the journal, the goal: to remember this portion of my life. Besides the video blogs I trade with my dearest childhood friend, I realized that my generation, the media generation, generation Y, consists of a group of people to endlessly collect information, then seldom arrange in them in a tangible form.

We collect music to play on our ipods, cloths to define our self images, and pictures organized in folders or posted directly to Facebook that soon after we can not remember the people or places just just captured.

When I am old an gray, I wanted to not only remember the names and places, but I want to know who I was. I want to remember the person I was planning on becoming.

That is a goal of this, to remember.

I have given myself 1 year to complete this. So about 2 to 3 pages a week.

So, yesterday, I started. And today, I will continue.

Tumbleweed Tiny Houses

2009-09-13T17:17:00.000-07:00

Today, the day of days, I went with Julia to see the a Tumbleweed Tiny House on display in CT.

If you haven't had the chance, check out the website. I find the idea of living in as little at 67 square feet of space challenging. I really want to invest in one of these.

While I did not have the chance to meet the creators, we where able to crawl around the efficient Fencl model. To my dismay, they no longer have the model I really liked up on the website. I hope they still plan to have it in their line. The one I really fancied had an extra bedroom (maybe the footprint of a full mattress sized room) that if I would use as a studio. So with the Tiny House, I could have a mobile home and work space. [Edit: They still do! I am just pretty and not that smart. It's the Lusby.]

My fascination with the Tumbleweed line springs from my ever-present drive to live a green lifestyle. (Small steps, such as reusable shopping bags and recycling all products possible, walking to work, etc.) I like the idea of not needed acres of land, but finding a small patch to park and enjoying the public land that so many of us take for granted.

Side view of the house.

Out into living room from the kitchen.

Down from the loft.

Up into the loft. (A picture of a picture.)

The loft and the window. I love this little window.

The front door.

Front view of the house.

I just wonder if I could live in this small of a space. Or, possibly, if two people could. My feeling is where would you go to have some alone time? And where would my shoes live. I own a... and undetermined amount of shoes (I've been called Imelda Marcos). It was a struggle to move with only taking 11 pairs. I would need a supplementary trailer for my shoes. And a bike rack on the side for Roxie, my pink Schwinn bike.