Our Academic Advisor………

July 22, 2012

Professor Falada. Ink drawing on a photograph by Susan Owen

Please meet Dr. Nicolai Falada, M.D., Ph. D., and professor of ancient forensic science at a small middle-western university.  He has taught there for 40 years and is highly respected by his colleagues, who tend nonetheless to give him a wide berth.  Dr. Falada has never married, lives alone and does not socialize.  Thirty years ago a group of fraternity boys, having partaken of some form of demon alcohol, decided to help themselves to a tour of the good doctor’s home.

There was, of course, an in-depth investigation into the disappearance, but nothing much ever came of it and since the young men tended to be somewhat unpredictable, it was presumed that they had decided to pursue ventures other than college, and any interest  faded and was eventually forgotten.

The professor has always kept his basement locked but since the ‘invasion’, he has invested in an alarm as well.  One cannot be too careful.

The Skosh books are taking form, more news and pictures soon. Posted by Susan.

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Another other other other sunset

July 13, 2012

Firewall by Dennis Kish

I’m still using this post as source material. We’re both busy with the book project and have discovered that bookbinding seems not as hard as it looks.

This may be beginners luck of course.

Update:Copy editing is harder than bookbinding.-Posted by Dennis

Coming soon…..

July 7, 2012

We’re working on this now, about to begin printing this week (7-10,) then on to the binding. We’re aiming for Christmas, and we’ll publish ordering information soon. -Posted by Dennis

Another, other sunset

July 5, 2012

Mad Cow, a digital painting by Dennis Kish

Last January in this post I showed you a new print and its source photograph.  Here is another image from the same source, I’ll post a few more in the days ahead. So far this crop of a totally boring sunset has yielded over a dozen images, made by re-arranging the information of the original.  As Principal Poop asked in  Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand me the Pliers “What is reality?” – Posted by Dennis

A Higgs boson……

July 4, 2012

…..materialized  at the Vatican and announced : “THE GAWD PARTICLE IS IN THE HOUSE!!!”

“Blasphemy! Heresy!”  Said the College of Cardinals, causing the acolytes to scatter in alarm.  Said the boson, “au contraire my scarlet minions, without me you have no mass.”  -Posted by Dennis

We’re back,and normal erratic service will resume shortly……

May 25, 2012

American Meltdown by Dennis Kish

For those wondering where we’ve been, we offer this tale; remember, this is only an explination.

Whew.

Someone check the windows…Skosh!  Check the..okay.  Now the…okay.  All the doors secured?  Jon, how about the….okay.  Neckers?  Is the….no, put that down…is the…okay, okay.

All rightie then, this is the thing, see.   We were sailing along, the same old daily routine, the last thing we expected was for something to happen that would see us incarcerated and isolated from all that we knew.

One afternoon about three months ago, and it seems more like years, the kids and Dennis and I were clearing out both the weeds and a huge looming bougainvillea from the back yard, and we were back and forth, in and out of the front of the house carrying armloads of cuttings and piles of weeds and old broken crockery when we spotted a very large, black, gas-guzzling SUV easing past and slowing down as they passed our little house.  We thought offhandedly that perhaps it was another one of those one percenters looking for a likely spot to rip down two or three old houses to build one of those unmentionable orange stucco horrors of which they are so fond, and thought no more about it.  Big mistake, as it turned out.

At about 2 the following morning when we were all abed and sleeping the sleep of the just, a fearsome slamming noise came from the front door, accompanied by yelling and spotlights and the smell of cordite.  We were all terrified, naturally, but the most frightened was, of course, Heather, who is of a ‘delicate’ nature to begin with and thought that we were being attacked by English-speaking Velociraptors and began to flap around and around the ceiling, screeching at the top of her dainty little lungs about marauders and death, getting feathers all over the floor and also all over those of us running aimlessly around upon it.  This action only made things much worse, as of course it would.

Apparently, we had been targeted for some time by the brave stalwarts of Homeland Security due to the noticeable lack of an American flag atop our house, and the suspicious bumper stickers on the back of the Prius, and of course the Prius, which was never seen at church on any Sunday…oh, I could go on, but what capped it in the end was Heather.

The stalwarts and their spotlights and rifles and those adorable uniforms had been watching Heather.  They found her suspicious because she expressed a preference for living at my house rather than with her fabulously wealthy socialite mother, which was suspect in the eyes of those who worship wealth and the wealthy blindly, as the H.S. boys are trained to do, and when they saw her flapping wildly near the ceiling that clinched it for them and we were arrested on the spot.  It seems that for the last 4 months, due to her unacceptable preferences, Heather had been on the no-fly list.  This terrible breach of the LAW was just what the boys in black and camo needed.  We were all carted off to the pokey, chained and restrained even more than we would have been if Skosh had not panicked and shape-shifted into a large evil-looking box with “AK 47s/ 6 doz” stenciled on the side.

It has taken all this time and the hard work of many progressive pro bono legal beagles (friends of Skosh, nudge nudge, wink wink, ya gotta love those shape shifters).  Finally we were released and allowed to return home. Those Homeland Security jerks ate everything in the fridge and let my tomato plants die but I guess I should be relieved that we were released at all. The Vamps were so furious when they saw the poor dead tomatoes that they were ready to become the real deal and drain the culprits that failed to water the plants, but I calmed them with promises of a nice tomato aspic  and set to work shopping and cooking.  After a strange and wonderful meal of aspic, bologna sandwiches for Skosh, fermented honeysuckle nectar for the little wingies, Neckers and Neil,  a huge pile of gummi worms for Miss Thing who is now, happily, off the no-fly list (it was all a mistake, ma’am), and about 30 pounds of marinara and pasta for Dennis and me, we all fell into a sound and wonderful slumber.

The upshot of all this is by way of explaining why we were unavailable for comment over the last few months, but rest assured, we are now free to resume our lives, and our stories to share with you.  until early June, then….I think we’ll go back to our respective beds, nests, and coffins.  Bonne nuit.

Posted by Susan.

We’ll have new art and stories to post shortly.

Another sunset

January 20, 2012

Spirit Mountains is the tenth digital painting I’ve derived from the source photograph shown below. I have a feeling there will be more, as I’m going to try and see if I can exhaust the source.

posted by Dennis

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Skosh decides to Occupy…….

December 15, 2011

For awhile there it was a close one, but hey….I’ll take this kind of celebration every time!

The babyvamps have, of course, a pretty good concept of thanksgiving and christmas, and view them with unalloyed disdain. Heather knows christmas as yet another occasion for her mother and minions to have yet another gin-soaked one-percenter soiree’, and Neil and ‘Neckers look forward to it with the giddy combination of enthusiasm and dread that seems to accompany those with extended and interesting families. No one seemed to want to be at their respective homes.  It was due to these differing and somewhat destructive approaches to the season that I acquired a bevy of teens, all using my house as a combination haven and sanctuary that no one seemed in any hurry to leave. Heather and Skosh inquired politely of me if I might, “um, you know, like, kinda wanna have (you ask, no, you ask) Heatherstayforaweekhuh?  overchristmashuh?  c’mon, mom, you know what her mom is like, and…”

It didn’t take much convincing as I did indeed know what Heather’s mother was like.  besides, Heather likes to cook and even more, she likes to eat, and I was delighted at the thought of not having to deal with leftovers for weeks after the event especially since Heather’s mother had offered (with a little prodding on my part) to foot the bill for the comestibles.  A blank check…oh, goodie…

Since I am Wiccan and Dennis is a Buddhist, we don’t really celebrate christmas as such, so we have our little celebration with ivy and holly, candles and dinners and singing and meade, closer to the 21st of December.  We did need to discuss among ourselves what the menu would be since we had so many varied appetites to delight.

Skosh is easy to please since he will eat anything as long as it is wrapped in bologna.  I really need to have a talk with him about that one day very soon.  We have already been through the hysteria that the mention of a turkey brings about in Heather, so that was out before it was even a thought.  I was determined to have a squash and wild rice chowder, and no one seemed averse to that, so that was one menu item down. Cranberry, orange, and pecan relish, cheddar, basil, and sunflower seeds studded in a wheat loaf would work nicely as one member of the bread family.  And rosemary sourdough rolls for those who were not fans of wheat bread, just in case.  Neil and ‘Neckers’ meal will double as table decorations since they delight in the many forms of floral nectar that can be whipped up by nature….also, for some reason, they seem to have a letch for creamy peanut butter watered down liberally with Guinness.  (Don’t ask.)

Naturally, the babyvamps set up a howl for tomato and onion salad with sundried tomato vinaigrette and tomato aspic with catsup sauce.  Aspic, okay….the sauce, no.  Everyone has to sacrifice something for the good of the many.  Heather’s sacrifice came when she expressed her hope for gummi worm souffle’ as a second course. umm….no.  She was a fairly good sport about it and only fluffed her neck feathers once.

The main course was agreed upon as a vegetarian nut loaf that is particularly tasty…I found the recipe in a world war II cookbook and made a few new age alterations.  Skosh breathed a little hopeful steam at the offhand mention of a small ham, so I agreed to bake one for him.  Green salad,  mounds of steamed veggies, smashed garlic yukons with veggie gravy (red ham gravy for Skosh) and a molasses eggnog pumpkin pie.  There would of course be a variety of starters and beverages to be decided upon later and everyone seemed to be delighted with the thought of the feast to come.

As the days went on and more dishes were considered for the feast, I became overwhelmed and stated that I thought we would have more than enough food for a small army.  at that point, Johnathon got a far-away glaze and Mina’s beautiful ruby eyes widened in alarm…she knows him well and recognized that look as an impending  ADVENTURE.    When Jon finally spoke again, it was to suggest that since we would have all that food and there were only going to be nine of us to eat it, why not share it with people who might not have anything at all to eat?  All the folks who have been enduring winter hardships all over the country to protest the greed, graft, theft and arrogance that have made the country and the world so terribly financially skewed?  We are a part of this too…why not do what little we can to help?  It made perfect sense to me…we could feed people, make friends, and add a little bit to this very important movement.  So, as I muttered to myself over various on line recipes and cookbooks,  the plotting began in earnest….our ADVENTURE.

To Skosh’s unalloyed delight, the small ham became a very large ham.  We still didn’t dare to broach the addition of a turkey due to Heather’s delicate constitution and the fact that she is given to hysteria and will fly shrieking to the top of the living room curtains at the mere whisper of the word “turducken”..Poor Heather.  We did have to make the shopping list a great deal larger and Heather was pleased as punch by that, as she mentioned how horrified her mother would be if she, mrs. one percent, knew that her blank check was buying food for the 99%.  “She will be too wrecked for the rest of the year to even notice anyhow”…giggled Heather.  If she could have crowed, she would have, but had to ask Neil to do it for her. (careful what you ask for, Heathie.)

With the menu decided upon, there remained the problem of housing of a sort for the occupiers since most of the tents had been ripped away in the small hours of the morning, shredded and disposed of by those who have been hired “to protect and serve”.  It has become clear in the last months exactly who it is that these bastions of the law are expected to serve.  In any case, we needed something that we could pick up and move at the first sign of ‘legal’ brutality so the hunt for a tent-like structure began.  Skosh looked at me thoughtfully and whispered in Heather’s ear while the babyvamps were consulting one another as to who had noticed what that could be used and where it might be found and from whence procured…Heather and I smiled and pointed to Skosh.  Jon looked at us questioningly as he had never seen Skosh change and the vamps had no idea that their good friend and companion was a shapeshifter.

When the shrieks and howls of glee faded into pleasurable echoes, we went to work on dimensions and shape of the Skosh-to-be.  once the final drawings are completed, all that remains will be the preparation of starters and meals for everyone and hey presto. Ican’t wait to see how the whole thing turns out…until then, happy holidays and solstice blessings to us, every one.

Posted by Susan

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And now for something completely different………

November 21, 2011

This will fit on an 8.5X11 sheet. Feel free to copy it and share.

Posted by Dennis and Susan who say “Occupy something”

Concerning our recent absence, or, Photoshop does not play well with others.

November 9, 2011

*SIGH*. Last year I upgraded to a newer, but not the newest version of  Adobe Photoshop, and the problems began immediately.

First and most alarming, some few of Susan and my prints began producing colors that varied from what appeared on the monitor screen. There followed a long period of advice seeking, searching discussion threads, prayers, burnt offerings and incantations. Finally the problem was mostly resolved by a nifty device called Spyder3. Then I learned that deep in the Photoshop basement was a menu that allowed me to select differing profiles for the type of paper I was using in the printer, now, these buried settings are in addition to the paper selections I routinely make when producing a print, only why 2 different sets of instructions for paper ? End of problem? Not for long.

Part 2 A serpent appears…

A few days later….”Photoshop is unable to print due to a program error’ (translation, you can’t get there from here”). Back to the help discussion threads where battle was raging over the Albigensian heresy, the trinity, original sin, and how many angels….., you get the idea. The consensus was that yeah, “Photoshop does that a lot, who knows why? you’ve probably got something on there that conflicts with it”

Part 3 I succumb to a great idea….

Since upgrading to  the newer version of Photoshop I’d been planning to move to a more powerful computer. Photoshop  demands massive processing power for some of its functions (meaning the ones I use all the time), so I went looking for a newer more powerful Mac with a larger hard drive and lots of ram. I couldn’d just buy the latest Powermac pro because then I would have to buy an even newer version of Photoshop, as my current version won’t run on the newest machines. (this is called “Lack of backward compatibility”) . I found a Mac g5 with 1.8 ghz. dual processors, 4 GB of ram and a 1,000 GB  (1 terabyte) hard drive. This is a six year old super machine for less than $700.00! And I installed  Photoshop as the sole application running on the new computer. All would assuredly be well.

Part 4 Well not all…….

I love the new Mac. I can work without long breaks waiting for the squirrels to generate enough power to render whatever I’m doing, and I don’t have to listen to the annoying squeaking of their wheel.  Suddenly……. “Photoshop is unable to print due to a program error’ (sound of demented laughter in the background).  So. I’ve developed a workaround. I was using a Photoshop routine called Preview to get a final look  at my work before printing on the  expensive acid free super white paper I use. Photoshop preview uses an apple program also called Preview, and it seems that the 2 previews don’t like each other, (much the way that our Calico cat hates the Tortico member of The Hairy Tapestry). I put Apple Preview in the trash, and Photoshop decided to partner with Apple Quicktime to provide previews. Fingers and toes crossed. Ps. Just got an email from Photoshop; Beatings will continue until morale improves. The new painting ‘way back at the beginning  is called Cave painting #1, I imagined sending the Mac, the printer, and a generator back in time to Lascaux.  I’m off to make a burnt offering to Alan Turing for luck.  Posted by Dennis

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We are now being represented by Xanadu Gallery in Scottsdale Az. as well. Here are the links for

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Dennis