Happy International Zine month…from a stolen internet connection in the middle of Nowhere in SW Washington! I’m at the Riverhouse with Paul’s family and managed to wrangle up some wi-fi from their neighbor to get a little work done (thanks Jill!) I also took today’s photo.
International Zine Month Day 8 shirt: Fanziotheque in Poitiers
Today’s zine shirt is from the Faniotheque in Poitiers France. In 2009 I made my way over the the UK and France for a small zine tour and to celebrate teh 20th birthday of the fanziotheque and discussing zine libraries. Check here for old blog posts and photos.
Yesterday I chopped some wood and watched Paul and naomi fish (unsuccessfully!) then we had a big fire.
I took this photo from the porch. It is funny because it makes the river look so big!
When really it is more like this.
The saddest part was the fire. we have been chopping wood for weeks and stacking the bark up in the middle of a ring of stones for a bonfire. Well, last night we used to coals left over from the grill to light it. I walked away for a few minutes and heard teh worst storuy when I got back. Paul said they heard a lot of screaming and all of a sudden 3 moles emerged from the flames and died! I guess they had been lving in the bark pile when they weren’t busy wrecking the yard with mole hills. it was super sad. Tonight is our last night and I have a lot of work to do when I get back.
Yup, I'm 33 and redyed my hair blue. In the back is a large poster I made of Brainscan zine art for a gallery show last year.
Friday night Theresa and I went up to the Riverhouse and James met us. We had a fire and talked late into the night. Saturday I came back to pick up Paul and Dan and Blue and Andy showed up while I was gone. Later Lisa, Marc, Thomas, and James showed up.
There was a jam session with acoustic giutar, acoustic bass, and ukulele on the back porch by the river.
more hippy stuff
Blue and I found two slugs and one was really big!
I took this photo and it came out blurry but I sort of think that fits the mood of the evening. This was before we lit the fire. I didn't take my camera out when we had a fire because even after drinking I knew it was a bad idea.
That night Paul and I had a bed inside but decided to sleep in a tent by the bonfire, which was pretty rad. Then, at about 6am, it started raining. When things in the tent started to get wet we decided to head inside for the rest of the sleepytime.
ok, so I don't have any pictures of the finished waffles but they were great! We put daiya cheese and chopped up bits of broccoli in some. The broccoli steamed perfectly! We also made some with soyrizo and daiya and they were tasty too!
Paul works at Voodoo Doughnuts and brought home two buckets of doughnuts for a friend. I woke up to two huge buckets of doughnuts on my porch. I thought I would share this with you. I'm not really a sweets peprson but I still find this ridiculous and awesome.
So, Paul and I spent only one night up at the Riverhouse last week but I did get some photos of the inside. It is nothing fancy and has sort of become a catch all for everyone’s left over stuff. Also, when Paul and I stay alone we sort of jsut leave out stuff everywhere and sleep in the livingroom in front of the fire. There are two small bedrooms, but why sleep there when you have a view like this right next to you.
wall of windows
looks out onto this
and this right out side the window
looking down the house from the living room through the dining room and into the kitchen
snack-y means on the kitchen island where we do jigaw puzzles and crossword puzzles
relax by the fire to the sound of the river rushig by
Paul played his beat up old accoustic guitar and tries to make me sing with him.
Paul with his shaggy hair and the orange-y-ness of the wood paneling at the Riverhouse make paul look like he stepped out of the 70's
Today I think I’m going to Stumptown Comic’s fest to see if maybe someone wants to buy copies of Stolen Sharpie Revolution and check out the comic-y goodness. I’m also hungry and thinking of going to the Food cart fest too. Where else but Portland is there a festival of food carts? I love this city!