Are we there yet? I'm afraid I'm going to be asking this all week since I don't do time changes very well. Even my work computer is still hung up an hour. How about you? Did you remember to set your clocks forward?
World Time Clock
The Doomsday Clock
What Happened On Your Birthday
Stephen Hawking's Time Machine
The Corpus Clock & Chronophage
The Invention of Hugo Cabret
Clock Tower Penthouse
Tock: My Clock Collection on Pinterest
Baroque Pendulum Clocks
136 Reasons We're Cuckoo for Clocks
Swedish Mora Clocks
Keep your eye on that clock, this post is only beginning to tick.
Update: I've just finished finding and sizing all the photos. A hundred of them. So I better break this up into four separate entries.
tick tick tick tick...
3.09.2012
The Trout Stream
I hope the neighbors like it. Enough of them have stopped by to investigate. When one peered through the hedge and whispered (loud enough to be heard) "There she is, working on her trout stream again," I realized my dry creek bed had taken on a life of its own.
Throughout the summer I jack-hammered clay (yes I did, all 100 lbs of me), shoveled rock, lugged boulders, smashed fingers and crippled knees, but an honest-to-goodness stream bed now meanders through our yard, doing its job to correct seasonal flooding in front of the door; doing it rather spectacularly, if I say so myself. The bridge that Michael engineered over it, doubles as the perfect sun deck.
Blame it on Hooper House II with that concrete slab and pool. Yeah, that concrete slab and pool. When I ran across this photo of them, a 'flood' lamp went on in my head. Okay, so a cement slab is one thing, but leave it to me to dig a gully 20 feet long, 3 feet wide and 2 feet deep. "Enough!" my husband yelled, "You'll hit the water table!" But would I listen? Mind you, this project has a considerable way to go before it's finished - more rock, a stone patio to frame its banks, grasses and succulents to soften its stones - but the covey of California Quail that pass through our yard every day have adopted it as their winter watering hole, and I think it has made rather a splash with the rest of the neighbors too. They bring their friends. Maybe I should release some trout...
Throughout the summer I jack-hammered clay (yes I did, all 100 lbs of me), shoveled rock, lugged boulders, smashed fingers and crippled knees, but an honest-to-goodness stream bed now meanders through our yard, doing its job to correct seasonal flooding in front of the door; doing it rather spectacularly, if I say so myself. The bridge that Michael engineered over it, doubles as the perfect sun deck.
Blame it on Hooper House II with that concrete slab and pool. Yeah, that concrete slab and pool. When I ran across this photo of them, a 'flood' lamp went on in my head. Okay, so a cement slab is one thing, but leave it to me to dig a gully 20 feet long, 3 feet wide and 2 feet deep. "Enough!" my husband yelled, "You'll hit the water table!" But would I listen? Mind you, this project has a considerable way to go before it's finished - more rock, a stone patio to frame its banks, grasses and succulents to soften its stones - but the covey of California Quail that pass through our yard every day have adopted it as their winter watering hole, and I think it has made rather a splash with the rest of the neighbors too. They bring their friends. Maybe I should release some trout...
3.03.2012
House Music for the House
Remember that little audio device with a play list of all house-related songs I posted two years ago? Anyone recall that? Anyone still here? When I first introduced it, it had a few dozen songs that quickly grew to a few hundred, with a few hundred glitches in accompaniment. Every time I threw it on the turntable for a test spin, half the tracks went missing; yanked by YouTube because of the change in internet copyright laws. I redid it and redid it, painstakingly segging and searching songs that kept disappearing until the whole mess became unlistenable. And then I shelved it. Well, last week I hauled it all back to the recording studio and this time I'm calling it a wrap, all two hundred recordings. So without further ado, please crank up your speakers for House Music for the House. But hurry.
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