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I love the rain, when I can curl up and watch it from the nestled comfort of a safe, warm space. Powerful memories live there, among the nesting instinct. The sound of rain hitting the roof instantly transports me to another time and place, with a nostalgic pull toward moments that can never be again, but were so powerful that each time they're summoned, they spring to life - an eternal afterlife of their own.
The rain inspires daydreams of being safe and cozy in a cave, wrapped in furry idle warmth. It is the ultimate comfort, watching the world turn greener, clearer. It washes away the haze and the glare, temporarily leaving a greener, clearer world.
However, being unfortunate enough to have to be out in it is a different story :)
The birds are singing, flowers are everywhere, and my muse is back :)))))). I thought I had lost him forever this time, and then BAM! there he is. But no longer Mic, now Tez? No matter who you've morphed into, damn glad to hear from you :)
Some things transcend time. And labels.
Today, Chewie realized mere wood is no match for him.
He was actually laughing when I opened the door.
He now has an adamantine crate.

I'm going to be doing a lesson on some different controversial artworks as a part of my "What is Art?" unit, and thinking about discussing some of the most potentially offensive pieces out there with my regular (beginning art - 9th-12th grades, ages 14-18) classes, whereas I usually save that for my advanced classes (usually a little older, 16-18).
The two most offensive artworks I have shown and led discussions and debates on are here, they're the first two. What I've been musing over the last few days is, should I introduce these to all of my students? I'm not worried about legal ramifications - in my class disclosure that parents/guardians signed, I forewarned them that we would be having discussions that might be offensive. What I'm pondering is, as parents, do any of you believe that your 14-18 year old is too young to learn about these in class? Do you think 14 might be too young? It's something any of them could, but would be unlikely to, find on their own on the internet, or in some magazine articles. We're also going to be discussing many other non-religious controversial artworks, censorship, the first amendment, and public funding. I always tell my classes that we're going to be looking at/discussing possibly offensive artworks - some of them religious, and offer an alternative assignment in the library on censorship and obscenity.
So, weigh in please - Monday is when I have this planned. . .



Best of everything for the new year!
Love,
Jen and Chewie



This is Chewie. I got him from the pound a month ago. He's a Beagle/Pointer mix, which apparently means he hunts everything and then chews (shreds) it. His full name is Chewie Shredder Snapjaw Demon McCoy. So far, his victims include 2 fuzzy slippers, a Bluetooth, many assorted GLASS beads, a couple of rolls of toilet paper, and grout. Yes, grout. The kind that is inbetween tiles. On the floor. But he loves to give kisses, and that makes up for just about anything :)
He loves the dog park - yep - here in Salt Lake, they have whole entire parks just for dogs, where they can run around and play together, and if they happen to be the above demon, make a grab for dog poo baggies and tear them open befor mommy can snatch it away. We brushed our teeth for a long time that day. . .

This was me for Halloween. But unfortunately, I went to a party populated by 23-year-olds that spent the evening saying "Yeah, Gene Simmons. . ." You can't tell in this picture (who, by the way, I took with Jesus, but apparently he doesn't show up on film. . .) but I was wearing knee high silver boots, a silver cape, and the rest of ACE FREHLEY's garb. The low point of the evening was when an unusually daft twit thought I was from the band Poison. . .
So, in addition to settling into SLC, which I LOVE, I'm in the process of attempting to buy a house. Boy, they don't mention how much fun that is. Yep, 38 years old and i'm buying my first house - but that's OK - instead of accruing something called equity in the last decade, I have an amazing bead inventory :) Priddy sparkly things in all different colors - now what, may I ask, could top that?
Snow is gorgeous. Ice is eeeeevil - but it hasn't claimed me yet. I would like to have 6" spikes in my shoes everytime I go outside, but no one seems to sell those. Surely I can't be the first person to want those? Thank all things holy for covered parking - I don't think the princess would do well with a "scraper". But boy is is funny to watch the plow come by and bury the cars that are parked on the street!