Sunday, October 26, 2008

The End of the McMansion


The McMansion is soon to be a thing of the past. Passe' at last, thank god. There are property lots a quarter the size of mine up on the foothills of Salt Lake with houses that fill the lot, are three stories high, and block the lovely views for the home owners around them. They're hideous, and now they're too expensive to heat and cool and too large for one person to clean--it takes a cleaning crew to clean a McMansion. I've seen a lovely neighborhood with normal sized houses get up in arms about the neighborhood going to hell when someone buys one of the old houses, tears it down, and builds a monster house that blocks the view and crowds it's lot. Bigger isn't always better, but during the Bush years, it became the mantra of newly wealthy, upwardly mobile, living on stock dividends home buyers--tear it down and build it bigger, and seldom do they build it better.

It is possible to do more with less. Less money, less space, more efficiency, and a much smaller carbon footprint. I live in what was once a garage with a 400 sq ft original floor space. When I decided to convert it to "the little house," I added one room--a bathroom with a greenhouse sitting room. I carved a bit out of the original 400 sq ft room by building a large closet for my clothes and some storage, and I added a small utility closet that holds the water-heater. So in the end I'm back to roughly the original 400 sq feet. I don't feel crowded. I feel cozy. I have everything I need in terms of space. And everyone who's visited this space has asked when I'm going to move out, so they can move in. I have rented it in the past and never had to post an ad or wait more than a couple of days to find a good tenant--I now have a waiting list of people who want to live here and hope I move out again. I rented it once to a couple (I worried that it would be too small for two people) who lived here for five years. If you've lived in Manhattan or San Francisco and rented, this space is huge. I now realize that a family of three or four could live here, and in other countries it would be considered luxurious for that sized family.

There are things I hope to do someday that will make the little house energy independent. There is a small company in California that makes glass that is photosensitive--it turns darker in bright sunlight and it acts as a year-round solar collector for energy to heat the water used in the house. I have three door length panels of glass in the ceiling of the greenhouse and three along the south-facing wall. And there are two porthole skylights in the main room. There are two other windows and a door with a window. All that glass could be collecting and storing energy. I have a ceiling fan that brings warm air down in the winter, and reversed, it creates a cool breeze in the summer in conjunction with the swamp-cooler. I'd like to have a solar panel on the roof for the heating and cooking. For now I have a small gas stove in the kitchen that does not have a pilot-light (it must be lit with a match) and a small gas heater in the main room. There is a little electric heater built into the wall in the bathroom greenhouse that pumps a bit of warmth into the bathroom on snow days when sunlight isn't heating that room. It is at worst 60 degrees in the bathroom some mornings in the depths of winter. On sunny days it's toasty and a good place to soak up sun when days are short. I can live with that. Apparently so can everyone else who's lived here, since I've had to pry them out when I wanted to live in the cottage again.

The floor in the big room is concrete and painted. The bathroom/greenhouse floor is tiled--I did it myself and enjoyed every second of that work. I have some nice old rugs and these floors are a lovely background for them. But in the winter I wear warm socks and slippers.

Landscaping the area around the little house was done with an eye toward creating a space with it's own little forest and is mostly self-sustaining. I xeriscaped it before I'd heard the term. Where I planted, I planted bulbs and perenials. Some things took over and crowed out others, but I was too busy taking care of my mother by then to notice or do much about it. Eventually I realized that letting the strong survive is, in most cases, a good thing in a xeriscaped garden. It doesn't require a lot of human energy or water. Mint was one of the big winners in the survival race of the back garden. For a few years I tried to contain it. But now I make a lot of mint tea, and the dogs smell great when they've walked through one of the mint patches. Some of my tree plantings were a mistake and have since required removal--I planted two Navaho willows on the east side of the little house. They grow fast and can thrive in almost any kind of soil, and they provide deep shade--they're sometimes called Globe Willow. Yes, they did grow fast, and they became a problem for the public utilities guys who trim trees over-hanging power poles. The roots are notorious for invading sewer lines and create a lot of business for the rotorooter guy. I took one of them out when I had the money to do it, but those days are past and I no longer have the money to remove the other. It crowds the fence and has been trimmed by the utility companies into near death. Once I get my property taxes paid, I'll try to save for getting that remaining tree removed. I pray I won't need dental work or major car expenses in the meantime, or that tree will still be there next winter.

It's hard to get a good photo of the exterior of the little house because it is will hidden by plantings of shrubs and trees. But as best I can, I'm going to give you a look at this space. This or something like it is the way of the future. Here are some photos of the little house.

The Ubermilf's Writer's Challenge

My response to the Ubermilf's writer's challenge has been posted on Savage Stories and at Writer's United.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Yes We Can

This was picked up on a visit to Emigma4ever at Watergate Summer

It Pays To Vet If You're a Vet

I picked up a little something at Mock Paper Scissors.

Stolen From Franiam

From Franiam. Thanks Fran this was just what I was looking for and had no idea where to find it.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Yes, I Once Was A Make-Up Artist

This new wrinkle in the Palin problem really is now in a way all about lipstick. Pig? Not Pig. Not the point. Everyone has a talent, some more talents than others, but one of mine was that I was a very good make-up artist. I even have a resume with pictures of some of my jobs. Once I put lipstick on a Rottweiler. I'm not proud of it, but the dog did have a handler who assured me it was ok and would not hurt the dog. His handler was, no doubt, much better paid than I, but I didn't work for chump change. I was seldom told exactly what my job would be prior to arriving at the photographers studio. The dog was a complete surprise to me. But like any good make-up artist I was prepared for just about anything. There was also a stylist on that job. No expense was spared for the dog. Imagine what they are doing for Palin.

I have made perfectly healthy people with nice skin look like they had all kinds of wounds and scars and acne for the before photos, and then removed their icky skin problems and made them look lovely. All in the name of advertising for a skin care company.

I have worked on some gorgeous women making them ever more gorgeous for fashion shoots, for TV commercials or catalogues. I have also put make-up on Orin Hatch and Jake Garn, notorious Utah Republicans for local TV interviews. I almost got to put make-up on Colin Powell, but he travels with his own make-up artist. Who knew? It sure shocked me. This was several years before he became a member of the Bush Cabinet, but still.

Those were the Clinton Years and they were very good for me economically speaking. I acted in movies and three TV series. I did some voice work that paid incredibly well. I modeled. And I was a make-up artist.

No one goes in front of a huge audience or in front of a TV camera (especially in a studio) without make-up. But this two week paycheck for Sarah Palin's make-up artist is purportedly bigger than McCain's economic adviser's paycheck for a comparable time span. Humm. I guess you get what you pay for. $22,000. 00 for two weeks is a hefty paycheck even for a traveling full-time make-up artist. She makes more in a month than Joe the Plumber makes in a year. And plumbers aren't cheap. I do not begrudge the make-up artist her salary, but I do think they could have found someone perfectly excellent for Sarah without quite that price-tag. Same with the wardrobe. And is the RNC paying for everything? And who finances the RNC? Is this income? Taxed income? I know it is for the make-up artist, but... I wonder how many laws are being broken in all this financing of Palin and her family? I have no doubt the make-up artist knows how much she got paid and how much she will owe in taxes. And she's skilled. There is no doubt about that. She's probably smarter than Sarah, too.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Palin Rap

Palin Rap:

I Think I know What Randal Looks Like


Is this what Randal looks like? I'm thinking he has this thoughtful and almost brooding quality. The mustache, maybe not. But the pale skin and the dark hair and eyebrows, the soulful eyes, yes. Do you still have the sky blue tux tucked away somewhere Randal?

My Artistic Temperament According to Quizzy

I'm antisocial.

I mean, balanced, secure and something, something, and something else.

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...

Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.

10 Impressionist, -5 Islamic, 4 Ukiyo-e, -1 Cubist, -5 Abstract and -18 Renaissance!


Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature.


People that like Impressionist paintings may not alway be what is deemed socially acceptable. They tend to move on their own path without always worrying that it may be offensive to others. They value friendships but because they also value honesty tend to have a few really good friends. They do not, however, like people that are rude and do not appreciate the ideas of others. They are secure enough in themselves that they can listen to the ideas of other people without it affecting their own final decisions. The world for them is not black and white but more in shades of grey and muted colors. They like things to be aestically pleasing, not stark and sharp. There are many ways to view things, and the impresssionist personality views the world from many different aspects. They enjoy life and try to keep a realistic viewpoint of things, but are not very open to new experiences. If they are content in their live they will be more than likely pleased to keep things just the way they are.

HelloQuizzy

I Heard About It On Twitter

Carl Rove was the best cast character in the new movie W. And now I'm home and cruising around the only social circle I have which is cyber. Sad isn't it. But I saw Randal, Diva, Freida, and a new guy called latimis or something like that and he mentioned this on Twitter.

Turd Blossom and The Killa From Wasilla (in a quarter million dollar wardrobe) living in this country at the same time in history is very scary if you think about it.

Home At Last


Well, I got cleaned up, put on my lipstick and mascara and went out. I wore a skirt. And here is a picture to prove the lipstick part. Why am I smiling? Well, the movie was worth seeing, the company was good, and now I'm home, the TV is on and I'm smoking my first cigarette in three and a half hours. I'm going to get back into my round-the-clock-jammies and settle in for some blog reading, some news watching, and some chain smoking.

In about an hour I'm making Chili for the first time this fall. Mmm, Chili! Tomorrow I might even work outside like a good home owner. I should be out there every day the sun shines until it's done. Taking care of an urban forest is harder than you'd think. And the utility bills need paying. The property tax bill came in the mail today. I haven't opened it yet, so that's probably while I'm smiling still.

While You're Waiting


I've been taking some photos of the yard. It is the most spectacular time of year in my little world. I really am snugged in back here. Even when the leaves fall and all the bushes are naked I will still have a wall of high- altitude Asian Bamboo along the western fence. The gates are locked and there are BEWARE OF DOG signs posted front and back. In my forest are some very tall pines, so even in the worst of winter I will have bits of green. The Halls Honeysuckle keeps some green leaves. Even the mint will winter- over bright green under a coat of snow if the temperature's not too terribly cold. But for now, it's lovely and changing day by day as the nights grow colder. Have a look.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Movie Matinee Day


Well, it's that time of the week and there's a movie I'm really looking forward to. You guessed it. W. I'm an Oliver Stone fan and I've been savoring the notion of this examination of our current President while he's still in office. Has this ever been done before? Other than Wag the Dog? Well that answers my own question doesn't it? Anyway, it's great timing to my way of thinking.

A matinee movie date requires a bit of effort on my part as I am leaving the house to be in the company of a man I really love. He is my best male friend. I have never known another man who allowed me to set the agenda for the time we spend together. The rare lunch and the frequent mid-week matinee movie. The occasional lengthy phone conversation. Perfection. Talking politics with a really smart and well informed (in the flesh) human being is such a treat. Not to cast aspersions on the flesh any of you inhabit, but it doesn't sit next to me in the empty theater for half an hour before the movie starts and talk politics. So I'll comb my hair and maybe even put on a touch of make-up. I might wear a skirt. Liberality has challenged my lazy ass into a skirt wearing phase.

When I went to the grocery store today my new fat pants were hanging on my hips like one of those low rider guys. By the time I'd shlepped my groceries to the little house they were nearly off my ass. When I got inside and happened to pass a mirror I noticed that my fly was undone. Lovely. So I do need to take stock. I'll actually give myself the once over before I head out to my matinee movie date with Nick. If I look good enough I'll treat you to a rare photo of the savage one. In the meantime there'll be some whisker plucking going on.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Poo Pie

It's lets get dirty time in the political cycle. The Republicans are calling Obama names: Socialist, Communist, Liberal... Oh the horror! I just saw a clip of a campaign stop for McCain with him saying "Obama wants to take your slice of the pie and give it to someone else". Boo! Hiss! Boo! "I want to grow the pie." Grow the Pie? You dumb old fart, you think pie grows? Ask any woman in small town America, the real America, the America of real Americans who are like you, how to grow a pie and she will bust up laughing. A pie gets made. And before a pie gets made someone has to earn the money to buy the ingredients, which probably entails a shopping trip, which requires gas for the car, assuming that the Repo-man hasn't already repo'ed it. But once all the ingredients are assembled, someone with a certain skill in pie making will have to put that pie together, bake it in an oven, using either electricity or gas to heat it. Then that pie will disappear faster than it could ever be put together. Turn your back for an instant and that pie will disappear into the mouths of all pie lovers in close proximity to that freshly baked pie. But I think that MCCain and Palin are assembling a poo pie, and it does seem to be growing. John Sydney doesn't like to lose, though he ought to be used to it by now. But since it all seems to be slipping away, he and his Killa from Wasilla are getting ready for some poo-pie flinging. Duck!!! Incoming!

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

This is another of the perfectly timed and thoughtful gifts I have received from Ghost. Always left like a lovely bouquet of wild flowers in my comments thread. I have to say I am new to my love of Amy Winehouse, but if Amy Winehouse survives, she might look and sound just like me. No, I don't have a smidgen of her talent, but I do have the same deep register and ragged quality of the vocal chords, and I love her material. I certainly worked hard at self-destruction, but against all odds, here I am an old woman. This is an old classic, but Amy Winehouse's version is the best I've ever heard. Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow.

Popularity

I'm probably the least popular woman in Salt Lake City. I won't go anywhere that doesn't involve foraging for food or second hand clothes. I won't go to girlfriend's houses unless they live three houses away. Even with my friend who lives three houses away, when I do follow her home it's because she wants me to read an article in the paper or see her geranium. He husband thinks I'm vulgar, and I have to agree with him, I am vulgar. So I stay home alone with my vulgar self.

But today, ten minutes after I woke up at 11:30, Melea came over for her day-off morning jolt of espresso and hot organic milk, and a bit of sugar. It is our "morning" ritual that we watch the news and drink coffee and smoke. While this was happening, another friend dropped by and she too joined the coffee drinking and smoking. This has gone on all day, and now I've missed half of the first part of Hardball.

I haven't gone anywhere in the blogs except Dcup's and even there I couldn't post a comment. Has she blocked me or something? I sent her an email telling her of this catastrophe and she emailed me back with her phone number. Another friend drops by, and now I'm not only wired on coffee, I'm stoned and low blood-sugar. I wolf down some Cheerios and call her. And now I am the friend that dropped by right in the middle of her evening with her family. I heard Cupcake's voice today. I'm completely in love with Dcup's family, especially Dcup herself. I am her much older sister. Oh how lovely it is to fantasize the family you always dreamed of.

So now that I have talked with Dcup, my day has been both productive and enjoyable. Life's good when you have friends who don't mind that you're vulgar.

Monday, October 20, 2008

A Storm is Blowing In


We're having a change of weather. The temperature is falling pretty fast. A wind will blow in and the leaves on the Green Ash will start to fall. It is the first tree in the yard to turn and turns spectacularly yellow in a couple of days. The leaves stay on the stem until a gust of wind brings them all down at once. It's breathtaking. I have just cleaned the dead leaves off the deck and out of the gazebo for guests last Sunday. I left the blower and extension chord outside and will have to tuck them away in a minute. But before the leaves are gone, here is a shot of the yellow leaves on the Green Ash against a blue sky. It's hard to get an idea of the size of this tree from this photograph, I will try to give it scale and post a series of photos of it later.

Writers United

Well you lucky creative writing bloggers, Dusty has set up a site. I have already posted two pieces I'm working on. Dusty has three or four pieces up. So let Dusty know that you are interested in posting there, and we can work together to inspire each other with our compliments and suggestions. The editorial help never hurts. And since we are in the construction phase of this project any suggestion you have to make the site work best for you should be directed to Dusty. Sadly, I have no finely honed computing skills, so I will be of no use at all. I don't even know how to post my photographs prettily, or find those snappy photographs other bloggers use with such artful ways to illustrate their posts. It's just not fair. And I think my administrator is actually working. To make a living. Christ, times are getting tough.

Now Is Not The Time For Complacency

I have talked about this great site often. It is linked at the top of my side bar and I call it the best little polling place in the world. I look at it several times a day just to keep my spirits up. Todays piece is instructive for all of us feeling good about the race for the White House so far, but Barack Obama is not feeling so complacent. Do not forget "The Bradley Effect." Yes, maybe Obama has a "big" lead in your area, but if you don't vote, imagine how many of your fellow voters are doing the same thing. No, now is not the time for complacency.

How Racism Works

I received a lovely email from a dear friend of mine who lives in New York. She sent me this piece from a friend of hers, and without anyone's permission I post it here.

How Racism Works...

What if John McCain were a former president of the Harvard Law Review?
What if Barack Obama finished fifth from the bottom of his graduating
class?

What if McCain were still married to the first woman he said 'I do'
to?
What if Obama were the candidate who left his first wife after she no
longer measured up to his standards?

What if Michelle Obama were a wife who not only became addicted to
pain killers, but acquired them illegally through her charitable
organization? What if Cindy McCain graduated from Harvard?

What if Obama were a member of the Keating-5?
What if McCain were a charismatic, eloquent speaker?

If these questions reflected reality, do you really believe the
election numbers would be as close as they are?
This is what racism does. It covers up, rationalizes and minimizes
positive qualities in one candidate and emphasizes negative qualities
in another when there is a color difference.

You are The Boss... which team would you hire?

With America facing historic debt, 2 wars, stumbling health care, a
weakened dollar, all-time high prison population, mortgage crises,
bank foreclosures, etc.

Educational Background--

Obama:
Columbia University - B.A. Political Science with a Specialization in
International Relations
Harvard - Juris Doctor (J.D.) Magna Cum Laude

Biden:
University of Delaware - B.A. in History and B.A. in Political Science
Syracuse University College of Law - Juris Doctor (J.D.)

vs.

McCain:
United States 0Naval Academy - Class rank: 894 of 899

Palin:
Hawaii Pacific University - 1 semester
North Idaho College - 2 semesters - general study
University of Idaho - 2 semesters - journalism
Matanuska-Susitna College - 1 semester
University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in Journalism

Now, which team are you going to hire?

(Oh, and by the way, what if Barack Obama had an unwed, pregnant
teenage daughter?)