kelsavino.bsky.social
Potter, fiber artist, gardener, tinkerer, mom of grown kids. I love libraries, mossy woods, pond swimming and social justice.
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Right. Because I would love to have my pilot, my surgeon, my pharmacist and my lawyer replaced my some unqualified idiot asking chatGPT what to do next.
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For our annual Perseids Meteor Shower camp out, I took some very small Brownie Girl Scouts to a park near the Serpent Mounds in Ohio, in a park with the darkest night skies we could find. At three in the morning we spread a blanket and watched the most blazing streaks of fire I have ever seen.
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I see your wind rustling and raise you a lone hermit thrush
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I am awash in February Make A Thing A Day projects. I’m building a little automaton involving a porcelain doll head, cans and cranks and something dramatic happening.
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Same. I’m teaching a middle aged woman how to read. It gets me to the library every week, with people doing similar kinds of volunteering, counseling and advising. And for me, it puts a human face and name to the need for a social safety net. It also keeps me from feeling powerless in my privilege.
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Thanks. I’m reaching similar conclusions just being a feminist and a woman in my 60s. I wonder where our energy might have gone if we hadn’t been programmed to compete with each other in a beauty/sexiness competition in pursuit of romance. That hits all three
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I wonder: you must have a unique perspective about what human concerns and pursuits seem like a waste of time or energy. I sometimes wonder about the need to pile up possessions that “ you can’t take with you” or more cash than you could need in one lifetime. Are there others?
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I still want to call them ice wedge polygons and if I can’t, I’m probably going to have to start a GarageBand just to use that name
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Yes. We breathe in, and out. Sleep and wake. The whole world goes light and dark, winter and summer. Sometimes we are putting things out there. But a lot of time we need to be refueling, gathering, taking things in. Breathe in. Breathe out.
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I don’t, it was back before cell phones or I would. Unexpected cold snap overnight in Southern Maryland. I might do it again just to take pictures, it’s snowing in Ohio now!
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Smooth surface, you had to look closely to notice the tiny spiderweb network of ice. More uniform in size. When a pot is thrown the little platelets of the clay get compressed and lie in the same direction, so it maybe behaves differently from a natural surface?
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Oh! But the clay didn’t dry. It was left wet on the wheel head covered with plastic. Little panes of ice froze vertically through the pot walls forming those shapes and when it melted (still wet) the clay just slid apart and collapsed in a mound.
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I once made a clay pot on the potters wheel and left it outside overnight and the surface looked like that. I had no idea they were orthogonal ice wedge polygons. But I do now. Thank you.
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“That path is for… your steps alone” - Grateful Dead
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Thanks for amplifying! You are a peach.
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I need to be able to moderate at first to make sure there are no spammers or bots and then eventually I preapprove the folks who follow the rules.
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It’s only active for the 28 days of February. About 1000 participants in seven countries post a photo every day of something they made. Only makes, only February, and it’s nice if a songwriter or dancer can post a video but not crucial.
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I look forward to the daily entries of crafts, meals and artwork on The February Make A Think A Day challenge. Next year I would like to host it someplace other than FB. Ideas welcome.
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Black History Month was started by Carter Woodson, who lived in DC and whose home is a national historic place.
Originally Negro History Week, then Negro History Month.
Woodson chose February b/c both Frederick Douglass and Abraham Lincoln’s birthdays are in February
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I marched. And yet, here we are. Not sure we can march this one away.
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February Make A Thing A Day. I do it on Facebook. Also cartoon-an-hour day February 1.
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I manage to stay solution oriented. Whether raising little kids or serving on boards or navigating the current shitshow, I have limited patience with repeating what’s horrible or whose fault it is. How do we fix it? How do we make amends, clean up the mess, keep it from happening again?
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Ballpark price?
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I feel like we are planning resistance in the presence of the people we need to resist. Not sure how to solve that. A printing press in the basement isn’t the solution anymore.
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Chopsticks. I have to eat while paying attention, and can’t shovel food into my face mindlessly while scrolling or reading or watching a movie. I enjoy the visuals, the smells, take small bites. I slow down and enjoy.
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The pedestal is a sugar cube
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30 years ago through Seed Savers Exchange people would drop a few seeds in the mail for a stamped self addressed envelope. There were old varieties that somebody’s immigrant great grandma brought stitches in a hat band or folded in a Bible. Maybe we need to revive the tradition.
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I can make a stoneware clay teapot on a tiny potters wheel (or record player) smaller than a dime, with a lid that fits and a spout that pours.
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You know what else? The lack of commitment made possible by the library means I can take home an armload of “maybe” books. Possible interests, stuff I wouldn’t have bought but would prolly take home for a week. It’s a whole wide category of books.