Archive for January, 2012

2 pork tenderloins
little bag of baby potatoes
3 carrots
6 little peppers
3 pieces of celery
handful of big mushrooms chunked (my daughter hates them)
handful of chunked red onion (a quarter of a big one)
Extra Virgin Olive Oil
Garlic Powder (I prefer the real stuff but it’s growing on the kitchen table*)

I preheated the oven to 450, cut up all of the veggies except for the baby potatoes, threw them into a big bowl , mixed in a bit of olive oil, garlic and dill and mixed it. Then I had the two tenderloins (whole) in separate roasting dishes. Tossed them in the garlic, dill and oil and surrounded them with the veggies. Didn’t totally cover it though.

Put them in the oven for 35 minutes to start, then checked – not done. My oven cooks unevenly so I had to rotate the dishes once or twice during that time to stop the veggies from burning. So, I flipped the tenderloins over and mixed up the veggies and put them in for another 12 minutes. PERFECT.

The Kids (well, the younger adults in the house) LOVED it. Pretty good. Didn’t need as much olive oil though…mmmm

Garlic is gorgeous to grow in a pot. For real!


Considering starting a personal campaign against the ass-hat that purchases magazines for Safeway checkouts. It’s one thing to be reminded of my self image by all of the “health” magazines with anorexic women in bikini’s, and the plethora of negativity being spewed about celebrities. But seeing James Brown laying in state (this means Dead). Not something I need to see. Not something ANYONE needs to see. Don’t even get me started on the lack of respect shown (photographically) to Mary Tyler Moore, one of the strongest female role models I’ve had growing up.

The answer most give – don’t look. Change the channel, look away – power of choice. That was my passive argument for years…

I’m getting really fed up that more and more I’m not being given a choice. I’ve stopped watching tv. I’ve stopped listening to commercial radio (not that I ever did much). It seems like my senses and my common sense are being assaulted every time I leave the house.

Artist’s Statements

Posted: January 24, 2012 in Canadian Art

I’m not sure what to title this. For now it’s just a draft. A half thought, half rant, one that I’ve been carrying around for literally decades. I think due to the impending start-up of an Arts & Crafts Studio & Creative Lab – I should make it clear. I have every intention of promoting artists but I need to make it SUPER CLEAR.


They are complete bulls&%! And here’s why:

In grade 11, at the tender age of 16 I started a battle with my English teacher. I was so ticked off at her that I wanted to start a rebellion. Bring on the protesters, write up the signs! My English teacher is a fraud!!! Our assignment was to tell her what a poem meant that we’d read in class. I will admit – I was a little bitter that I was in the second tier English class, when I thought I should be in first regardless of my marks the year before. I wanted to read Shakespeare and there we were, being asked to GUESS what someone meant when they wrote a poem. I know now I should have just done my bloody homework and I would have been in first tier. Harumph.

In the poem the author described herself as wearing a white dress. Walking up a path, with rocks and stones on either side of the path pulling at the bottom of her dress, as though to hold her back.  So, being 16 and all anti-establishment and anti-institution and anti-everything I decided that the woman was getting married ( a little obvious with the white dress I thought), that she was walking down the aisle towards her future life and the rocks and stones that were pulling at her dress were the people and experiences in her life,  that were all telling her to stop, that she was walking the wrong path, making her question whether it was the right choice even at that final moment.

Well, I don’t remember if I got a zero, or an F or what, but I remember the teacher telling me I was wrong and I lost it. How can you possibly grade someone as being wrong when they are being asked to guess what something means? You can’t give me a fail for not being psychic enough?! Can you?! She did.  I think it was soon after that  I decided the public education system was a load of hooey and I wanted nothing to do with it.

Poetry, art, music, all things created by man (or nature) are completely subjective – if it means something to you, or has an affect on you, well done. If you have to write an essay on what it means or why you did it, and come up with the most baffling, nonsensical bull you can think of in order for it to be accepted by the masses, tell the masses to give their head a shake.

Here’s my all encompassing artist’s statement. Blanket statement, for everything I create, including dinner.

Like it or don’t.

To be fair, I found an argument FOR artist’s statements. It has it’s merits. And so does the business practicality of writing a personal bio if it means selling a piece vs. not. However, I’ve seen some pretty ridiculous artist’s statements. Seriously. Go find some galleries and look them up. They are the perfect example of using the phrase – if you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.

Argument For Artist’s Statements

I am having the WORST time getting into a routine of working at home. I suppose I did warn people around here that I’m the most productive mid-afternoon to evening, unless I’m up in the wee hours. Then I’m crazy productive but I wouldn’t be much fun to be around.

So, now that it’s noon I should probably get to it.

Side note posted on Twitter: … My mood was described as Mercurial when I first woke up, an hour later I was called Grumpy Pants. One more cup of coffee and I should be good.

I Forgot Hugh Laurie`s CD, Let Them Talk

Posted: January 21, 2012 in Music

Oops. I haven`t heard it for a while. I LOVE it. I will admit it took me a minute or two to decide the first time I listened because I have him imprinted firmly in my head as House. Although he did play piano on the show occasionally I don`t ever recall hearing him sing. Anyway, I re-acquainted myself with the musician Hugh Laurie just now, and it`s pretty awesome.