A Studio day
Sep. 9th, 2007 06:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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ornerie’s cook book plans and schemes and advanced cooking techniques, you wouldn’t think I’d screw up so badly on a simple thing such as forgetting the leavening and salt in the uber-muffins I just made. But I did. Unusual breakfasts for me the next week.
Birdies flew in my studio today trying to beat their little brains, or lack thereof, out on the windows. Some years I get a lot of animals in there, haven’t for awhile though.
My favorite are bats because on some primitive level they are scary. They swoop around at high speed when I turn the light on. I’ve come back to the studio with them hanging on the inside of leather-hard mugs, like their own little New York Studio apartment. Also once after coming back from a play, which just happened to be “Dracula”, I went to the studio to check on pots before going to the house and when I turned on the lights a bat started flying around and around the ceiling. Superstiton did a tap dance on the throat of my logic that time. Although I do tend to exaggerate at times, this really happened.
My least favorite animal visitors are raccoons, they stomp in my slurry buckets, leave footprints all over and squash wet pots. I take this as a personal insult (as who would not?). They appear to be critical of the quality of the pots, as if they were “old school” professors or Japanese Masters.
ornerie’s cook book plans and schemes and advanced cooking techniques, you wouldn’t think I’d screw up so badly on a simple thing such as forgetting the leavening and salt in the uber-muffins I just made. But I did. Unusual breakfasts for me the next week.Birdies flew in my studio today trying to beat their little brains, or lack thereof, out on the windows. Some years I get a lot of animals in there, haven’t for awhile though.
My favorite are bats because on some primitive level they are scary. They swoop around at high speed when I turn the light on. I’ve come back to the studio with them hanging on the inside of leather-hard mugs, like their own little New York Studio apartment. Also once after coming back from a play, which just happened to be “Dracula”, I went to the studio to check on pots before going to the house and when I turned on the lights a bat started flying around and around the ceiling. Superstiton did a tap dance on the throat of my logic that time. Although I do tend to exaggerate at times, this really happened.
My least favorite animal visitors are raccoons, they stomp in my slurry buckets, leave footprints all over and squash wet pots. I take this as a personal insult (as who would not?). They appear to be critical of the quality of the pots, as if they were “old school” professors or Japanese Masters.
