Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Cookie Cats

Thin mint

Samoa

Savannah smiles

Tagalong


Okay, so, recently I've been really really really thinking about our kittens and their relatives. I want to know their new names. I want to know what they look like now. I want to know who adopted them. I want to have better pictures of their sisters, and any pictures of their brothers :(. I want to know what their father looked like, but there isn't any way that that could happen, so I'm not really focusing on that.
I have found their brothers names though (through tedious investigation).


Trefoil and Do-si-do. Also girl scout cookies. I only really saw their pictures once anyways. Mom and I were like "Awwww!" and we checked how old they were, and they had the same birthday as the previous two sets of kittens and we figured that was a random estimation and sort of dismissed it. The boys were bright orang-y gold, really super fluffy. Mom and Benjamin actually saw them being taken away in a cat carrier just as they arrived to meet our kittens for the first time.
The girls, Minty and Tagalong, were adopted the saturday after the tuesday when we adopted.
Here's the list of cats adopted in April:

12067-Marian, 12004-Lorna, 12034-Robbie, 12035-Sebastian, 11536-Gian, 12111-Patty, 11556-Baker, 12024-Ollie, 11722-Lyric, 12087-Two Socks, 12042-Dosido, 12041-Trefoil, (Those are the brothers)11707-Chevre, 11708-Mimolette, (Those were the first set of kittens we thought we would be adopting...) 11706-Camembert, 11705-Gasperon, 11228-Fuzzy, 11695-Harry Truman, 11710-Jeeves, 12061-Jinx, 12109-Smiley, 12023-Dolly, 11574-Dosie, 11573-Garth, 11715-Hamlet, 12025-Polly, 12164-Autumn, 9485-Alvin, 12110-Macaroni, 12123-Rosalie, 11576-Carrie, 11539-Pumpkin #2, 11373-Almond Joy, 11703-Callie #1, 11534-Lilith, 12054-Loki, 12046-Samoa, 12045-Savannah, (That's Sasha and Maya) 11604-Grayson #2, 12179-Daffodil, 11101-Bubby, 11102-Peter, 12137-Nuggett, 12183-Mushka, 12028-Mulan, 12043-Tagalong, 12044-Thin Mint, (And there are the sisters)11641-Dana, 12172-Oscar, 11138-Candice, 12126-Jenny, 11651-Rosella, 12030-Kai, 12029-Tai, 12125-Puff Daddy, 12129-Rachel, 12127-Larry, 7753-Elrod, 12079-Nellie, 12097-Nick Saban, 12124-Mocha

I actually got to work with their mother, Cammie, in the Petsmart adoption center for several weeks afterwards. She was very sweet - I actually checked the furkids website the other day and she had been adopted! Aaaah!

Now I need to find out what happened to her too!

One of the things I did to try to find out more, was go to the Furkids website - under "Adopt a Cat" or something like that there was a little drop down menu with an option for "Happy Beginnings". In happy beginnings, cat adopters email furkids with pictures of their cats and talk about how happy they are together or whatever. Mom did send in a picture of Sasha and Maya in a fur ball, but apparently that wasn't really registered as a story/update thing.
I scanned through all the list, but none of the other Girl Scout Cookie Kittens had updates either. I considered sending in a thing with pictures and saying something like how sweet they are and what their new names are and how grateful I am and then sort of begging the other families to contact me. But a) that would sound kind of weird after having the kittens for four months and b) how likely is it that the other families would see that? I mean, they might wander across it in a few months like I did, but... it just doesn't seem that productive.
Mom and I have been talking about emailing our adoption agent to try to get the emails of the other families, but we're not sure if that's against some Furkids privacy policy or whatever. I mean, it can't hurt to ask, right? So far no progress on that front.

I really do want to know all about everyone! I wish that we could find the father, but that seems highly unlikely. Cammie and her kittens were found abandoned in a supply closet. The father was probably a stray. If he was found and taken to Furkids more recently, we wouldn't know it. There are such a large range of coloration in the kittens and their tabico mom, that he really could be anything. Any length of fur, any color, any face shape. Except probably not pure white. Not sure about eye color. Probably ranging between green and amber somewhere. Grr, so frustrating!

Anyways, at first I was just going to post the little portraits of each cookie-cats that I made together as just a little portfolio, but I felt I owed you guys more than that. Plus I wanted to explain why their brothers didn't have pictures.
So now you know.
Hopefully I can find out more!
~Julia


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Feline Fiesta

Hooray! As of this monday, our kittens are now 6 MONTHS OLD!!!
(That's one year on a cat-to-schubert ratio!)
(Actually, it would technically be a schubert-to-cat ratio. But whatever.)
(Just wanted to point out how I edited out the initial flashy cat-to-mozart tangent for more accuracy!
Yay! We have had them for over 4 months. It feels like a very long time. Although I am very happy that my little muffins are maturing well, it's a bit tainted for two reasons. One, of course, is nostalgia. I get nostalgic easily, and even though Sasha and Maya are still just as frisky and playful and fun as they were two months ago, it's still sad that they are already half way through their official kitten-hood. The second reason is that it was also the birthday of my kittens' sisters and brothers.
This is sad because I know NOTHING ABOUT THEM. Not their new home, not their new names, not how they look at six months rather than two. I'm hopeful that I will eventually be able to contact their new families through Furkids.
Anyways, monday was our day of celebration! We presented the kittens with their first taste of wet food, some lactose free milk, a birthday ribbon and paper hat to destroy, and a new toy. The lactose free milk thing was weird. So, as I said in my electrons, most kittens (and cats) are lactose intolerant. We had given them lfm only one other time.
At first they were both very interested. When Maya lost the vibe, Sasha plowed on. I tried to get a cute picture, but no matter how fast I pressed the button, nor how many shots I would snap consecutively, I could never catch Sasha's tongue. It moved to fast. I did get a couple of this weird ghost tongue though, which I suppose was a shadow of where her tongue had been before it moved.
You can see her little tongue shadow...
While Maya played with a rug nearby, Sasha continued her guzzling until, randomly, something changed. She abruptly switched opinions, and immediately dove into a complex, orderly dance of scraping the floor by the bowl (an instinct cats have when they smell something bad - the motion intending to bury the stench with dirt). Sasha was bizarrely thorough, rotating calmly as she obsessively turned on her most recent treat. I have a chunk of this episode on camera.
Sorry for the bad camera skills.

Luckily, the wet food was met with a much more passionate reaction. Sasha and Maya devoured half a can of each of two flavors. "Salmon Surprise" and "Chef's Seafood Palate" or something. We have to more cans ready for the next couple Shabbots as a treat.
Sasha and Maya were very pleased with their new toy. Sasha got so worked up that she started panting! Cats are not supposed to pant. It means that they are overheated or overworked. Or stressed. I was taken aback. 

Benjamin: Mom, Sasha's panting.
Mom: Really? I didn't know cats could pant... (typing on email or facebook or work or whatever)
Me: I don't think they're supposed to (typing on skype or something)
Benjamin: Well she is. I think she's excited.
Mom: That's weird.
Me: Well, Sasha does sort of huff her breath a bit when she gets worked up. Maybe that's what he's hearing.
Benjamin: Do cats pant?
Mom: I am googling that right now!
(pause)
Mom: No, cats are not supposed to pant. 'If a cat pants, it means they are overheating or feeling stressed. Panting can also be a sign of liver problems blah blah blah..." Hmm. If a cat is panting, that's probably not good.
Me: She's probably just huffing a bit
Benjamin: Can you hear that?
Me: No.
Benjamin: It's pretty loud...
Me: *sigh* Fine (Logs off skype)
(walks to the living room)
Me: Benj, she's probably not really-
!
Sasha: PANTPANTPANTPANTPANT
Me: !!!
Sasha: GASPGASPGASPGASP
Me: OHMYGOD SHE"S PANTING OMG MOOOM AAAAAAAAH!!!!
Sasha: HUFFHUFFHUFFHUFFHUFF

It was scary. Like, she didn't seem in danger or blown out or anything. But her jaw was pumping and her sides were heaving and it's just like, not something cats do.
Then Sasha had to have some isolation to cool off.
I spent most of my morning at home following them around and paparazzing them, just because it's so hard to get good pictures of them when they move so fast, and often the lighting isn't good. I'm hoping to try to get a lot more better pictures before school starts.
Here are some of my better pictures....















So yeah. Pretty cute.
I wanted to post on their actual birthday, but I started feeling really sick, so didn't get around to starting it till today. Hopefully you can all enjoy it at you leisure later this week.
Now that our kittens are half a year old, they will probably get spayed around the beginning of August... I hope it goes okay! Furkids kitten season is still in full swing... Clarissa and I found the CUTEST pair! I think Clarissa should adopt them, cuz they are UNBELIEVABLY cute!
The one on the left is Lizzie and the one on the right is Lula. Lula has the cutest eyes! Huge and blue and adorable! They look and sound really fun.

That's all for now. I hope you guys can still appreciate this post, even if it's late!
I will see you arooooooooound....
~Julia




Saturday, July 21, 2012

Out of the Frying Pan and into the Furnace of Molten Glass

Guess where I was this week???
At glass blowing camp! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
I was actually also at glass blowing camp last week, but I was too lazy to take pictures of my first  products, and thus no blog post ensued. However, I now DO have pictures of all my works! Thus, a blog post is currently ensuing. Yaaaay!
Where on earth did you go to find a glass blowing camp? Right here at the Carlos Museum! The first week all our activities really were in a little work room thing in the Carlos Museum, but the second week we were bussed off to Jenke Studios, which was part of a StudioPlex thing on Auburn.
First of all - what IS glass blowing camp? Like, were you actually BLOWING glass these past two weeks? Yes, I was! Well, not the first week. But last week surpassed my expectations by far and was really cool - and surprisingly do-able! I'll come back to that later...
Wait, if you weren't blowing glass on the first week of glass blowing camp, what WERE you doing? Well, from the description article-y thing, I had expected the first week to be a tedious prelude to the real deal in which we examined examples of glass found at the Carlos Museum.
But no!
I was pleasantly surprised when the first day we got right to our first technique - fusing! We learned to cut, glue, smash, and arrange glass. Our designs were then fused in a kiln overnight. Cutting any length of glass was horribly frustrating the first day, but went very smoothly the next, and my designs improved.
You can see in the pictures below that some of my designs were designed specifically for jewelry. One pair of earrings (not pictured) I gave to mom.

Two pendants. Jewelry making was the main activity on the last day.

My eeeye. This eye was inspired by Emma, who came up with the initial idea of making an eye. Her first attempt was more abstract and after no more eyes came up, I decided to try one myself.
My two "sets" These were pendants were designed in sync with their accompanying earrings.  I almost lost one of the green earrings...
This is probably my favorite piece of flat glass. This is a Sierpinski Triangle. It turned out a little more blobby after being fused, but it's still pretty cool.

I can't see how you could have just cut the designs on some pieces. Were there other techniques you used? Why yes. One technique that I used a lot was to make "Fritted glass", or frit. To make frit, one would take the color glass they wanted from little tins of shards, wrap it heavily in brown paper, go outside, and smash it heavily with a bowling pin. One would then trace a design on their glass with glue and sprinkle-shake the frit onto it.

I see some of your pieces have multiple bubbles. How did you do that? Was it intentional? The bubbles you see on my pieces actually are intentional, but many times people end up with unwanted bubbles. What happens, is people use glue to sort of steady the pattern of glass to be taken to the kiln. Most glass is then covered in a fitted sheet of clear, to give it a shiny coating. Sometimes in the kiln, as the clear glass collapses into the lower layers, it smothers the glue into little pockets. The glue melts into the glass and you are left with empty bubbles in the glass.
On one of my black and white designs, with the square spiral (see above) I actually deliberately distributed even dollops of glue along the black spiral, to become small bubbles in the finished piece. When I applied the clear layer, the glue squished out more than I had anticipated and I ended up wiping it all off and replacing the glue with white flecks of glass which you can see in the picture. Surprisingly, the glue bubbles actually showed up where I had planted them, even though I had wiped away most of the glue.

Surely you didn't just cut glass like this all week! What else did you do? Well, on the afternoon of the second day of the first week, we started bead making with blow torches! Using little canisters of flammable gas, we made a multitude of designs. There were two types of canisters. (Four canisters, twelve kids, three kids per group). One was just a simple yellow propane torch. You light the match, turn the knob, let the gas ignite, and proceed! The other type was hooked up to this complicated gas tank thing. Two knobs, green and red. Red is propane. Green is oxygen. To start it you light a match, turn the red knob towards you, extinguish the match, and turn the green knob away. To turn it off, twist the green knob in your direction and the red knob opposite.
What you do, is you take a stick called a mandrill, with the end coated in bead release (To get the bead off the stick). You turn on the torch and spin the mandril and your selected rod of glass around each other in a sort of warped disco movement. Constantly rotate the glass and mandrill with your fingers. The glass must be introduced to the heat gradually, or it will crack or explode. Glass does not like dramatic temperature changes. That is very important for every glass technique. Once your glass started glowing orange at the tip, you hold it in place, still rotating it, and spin the mandril in the shadow of its heat. The mandrill must be hot for the glass to stick. Eventually the glass will start blobbing at the end of your rod. Once the blob is big enough, wrap the molten glass around the tip of the mandrill. Break the connection in the heat of the flame.
Now rotate and shape the bead to your satisfaction. You could smush the bead into a cool shape, or give it a neat design with tweezers.
This is my duck :) Its eyes used to be the same size... sigh. I wanted to make another duck for a set of earrings, but my other ducks turned out horribly mutated.

There are other cool things you can do too. With a transparent color glass, you could coat an opaque bead. With these really thin glass "stringers" you could add spots, spikes, stripes, or other designs.
This bead was purple encased in clear with lighter purple spots

Once you finnish the bead, it is immersed in potting soil to "anneal" - a process of restricting the gradual cooling of heated glass, so that the glass is stabilized and less inclined to shatter.
I was proud with some of my beads. I made rabbit-slipper-hippo-blob earrings. I made a clear bead with red stripes, then another layer of clear, then more red, then more clear, and so on. One bead was a dark transparent purple with white stripes. Sometimes colors would blend together and become cool and mystical.
Lots of cool stuff you could do. Some of my beads that I liked I would duplicate and make earrings with on the last day.
With these beads I started out with a white encased in clear. I then added a gauzy, barely visible pink and brown coat of light streaks, covered by more clear. Then I added clear-topaz spots and a rim of reddish brown.


My hippo beads are in the top left corner. Not the best picture for viewing them, but I couldn't get a better one.

The first day was a disaster for me, but after that bead making went smoothly, and it was very fun.

This sounds so risky, and we haven't even gotten to the real glass blowing yet! What safety measures were taken to prevent injury? We had to wear safety goggles all day, if anyone at all was working or cutting glass. If a person was bead making, they would use tinted lenses. Hair was tied back. That's basically it. We didn't use gloves, ever, even glass blowing. Gloves limited our connection and agility when dealing with the glass. Good thing we signed a waver promising not to sue the camp if we die!

With that little safety precaution, someone must have gotten hurt! Did that happen in the first week! Yup. I myself got cut many times, and slightly burned my thumb once, picking up hot glass. There was one guy who bashed himself up a bunch, and two people badly burnt their hands. No one was scarred though. All in all it went pretty well. Emma glided through that week completely untouched.

That's all for the first week! I have lots more to tell you guys, but as I don't want to hold out on y'all, I'm going to go ahead and post what I have so far, and get right back to work finishing this post! If you're reading this and see that I've already written the complete post below, then congratulate me on my renewed work ethic!

Soooooo.... second week! Actually glass blowing? Whaaaaaat? That's right. I was BLOWING GLASS.  The layout of the workshop was simple. One furnace. Two glory holes (to reheat the glass pieces) An annealing oven and an annealing kiln thing. Two work benches. A metal table for applying color. A stand for blowing glass. Two large fans and one small one. A diamond grinder, for smoothing and polishing the bottoms of glass pieces. Some other polishing machine we didn't get to use. A sink. A worktable, where two torches were set up for additional bead making. Simple.
Outside the workshop was a very large field. Nearby, inside the appartment-office building thing was a water fountain, a bathroom, and a vending machine.
I'm going to go ahead and lay out the tools. Two sizes of "blocs"- wooden cup things with long handles. These are used to shape the glass more spherically. One long paddle, with a shortish handle and a broad flat part, to flatted and smooth facets of the glass. The wooden tools are kept in a bucket of water, so that they do not catch on fire when touching the glass. Some thick, wet newspaper is kept to mold the glass slightly with your hands. Long tongs-like things called jacks are used to score the glass above the pole where it will break off. They also open holes when making cups or jugs. Long tweezers are used for manipulating the glass.
To detach the glass, you stab the jackline with a wet butterknife and then WHACK the pole with a big stick. The piece pops off and is placed in the annealing oven with gloves.
Lots to remember.
I'm just gonna show you the pictures of the things I made for now. I will post back when I finish the description of each piece!

THE FLOWER

The flower was the first thing I made. Actually, to be honest, the first thing I made was a random clear blob I made with tweezers just to experiment with the glass. But this was the first real PIECE. This flower is very sad. It was a beautiful young flower, all spread out and floral, but then when my instructor helped me stretch out the stem, he squished the petals and it wilted. It WAS amazing though!
What you do is easy. Gather some glass on the end of your rod. Then you take it to the metal table (where you've lain out your color) and let it smoosh down to the end of the rod, smushing it on the color in a sort of collapsed pyramid shape. Then take it to a workbench and pull out the petals with tweezers. It was EASY. Sigh. And you know, in the shop, they sell these things for like $20.

THE PAPERWEIGHT

The paperweight was also surprisingly easy. You gather some glass and roll it on your color, making the blob at the end of the rod long. Then you take it to the bench and twist the color speckled glob with tweezers, making the color streak and swirl. You shape this with a bloc to make it round-ish, then add another layer of glass and heat it up. The swirls melt into the bigger ball. Shape this with the bloc as well. Then you are done! Seriously, that's all it takes.

THE CUP
This was my first blown glass piece. It was much more complicated, but very fun and satisfying. 
First you gather a glob of glass (duh).  Then you blow your bubble!
Blowing bubbles are HARD. Or at least, it was the first time. Like trying to inflate a stick. Once you get a small bubble it goes MUCH faster. Anyways, small bubble. Now you get another layer of glass on that bubble-blob, and blow the bubble bigger (try saying that five times fast). Use the bloc to make it round-ish every time you blow. Reheat. Now alternate between blowing and jacking (with breaks for the glory oven). Eventually you get an even sphere. 
Before the next step, you flash the bubble. Flashing is when you stick your glass all the way to the back of the glory whole for about 5 seconds. This gets it really hot for a long time. Before you go back to the bench, you dangle the pole towards the ground and swing it back and forth, like a pendulum. This makes it elongate to about the size and shape of a large water balloon, or a bloated cucumber. Now you use the paddle to make it all straight and cylindrical. 
Your instructor makes a little triangle of hot glass on the end of another rod (while you flash the cylinder again) and, back at the bench, you use the tweezers to place the triangle right at the center of the bottom of your cup-to-be.
Now you detach the cup from your original stick. Pinch a drop or two of water with the tweezers and press it into the jackline. Then whack the end of the pole with the back of the tweezers and the cup pops off, attached at the bottom to the new rod. The old rod is placed in a little metal bucket of ice behind you (which emits alarming exploding sounds for the next 10 minutes) and the new stick is placed in front of you on the bench.
Now, as you spin the pole with your left hand, you use the tweezers to gradually open the little hole left from the original jackline. Eventually you are using the tweezers to smooth out the sides and now you just add a new jackline, let it cool, and take it to the oven!

THE BOWL
The bowl starts out the same as the cup, with one main difference - color! We weren't supposed to use color on our first pice (the cup), so that we could see the tip of the rod and the bubble and whatnot, but now that we are all experienced and such, we can use a bit of color on our bowl. So, same as the cup, we blow a big bubble in several phases and utilize the jacks and the bloc to get another perfect bubble.
Now you use the paddle, but you don't smooth the sides this time - only the bottom, until you get a base the size you want it. Once the base is intact and flat, we can go ahead and transfer rods, so that we can open up the top of the bowl. Same transferring procedure as with the cup.
Now, we start out opening the hole, with the jacks this time. Soon we have a cup-like form, but we keep going, slanting back the jacks until we get the right level of slant we want.
Pretty simple, once you get the hand of blowing a bubble.

THE BOTTLE
We start by making a bubble, which is simple enough, but soon we arrive at something new - a double jackline! I start by making one farther out than usual, about centimeter away from the start of the bubble. Then another one at the normal place. The glass is reheated. The jacklines are reinforced. Now I line my jacks with the second jackline (further out) and streeeeetch out the neck, still spinning the rod.
Every time you stretch, you blow, and then squeeze the neck back down to size. This goes on for a while, and then we do the transfer.
The only thing we do once the neck is available, is widen it however much we want. I didn't widen mine that much, because it was already a nice balanced size, but you can see how it gets a bit wider towards the top.

THE MUG-HANDLE-PITCHER THING
Sigh. Why am I sighing? A wasted opportunity. Most of the people made big awesome pitchers, but I, one of the first people to go, only made a mug. Sigh. 
So, what is new about this mug (or the potential of a pitcher)? Well, a handle, of course! Plus color on a cup-thing, which is new, but not that exciting. Once you have your cup (or pitcher shape), the instructor gets a dollop of glass and roll-stretches it out on the metal table. They drip the bottom of the glass roll and stretch it up. You use diamond shears to clip it at the appropriate length. Then you let the cup roll with the handle facing down and you use tweezers to bring and connect it to the top of the cup.
Mine was a little disappointing to me, because my handle is a bit disproportionately thick (not really my fault though.)

 That's all my blown glasssssssss....
"But wait!" You might be thinking. "You just ended the class with a MUG? What sort of a finale is that?"
Not the true one, my friend. For I have not yet had the opportunity to photograph....
THE FISH.
That's right. On the last day, we made freaking FISH out of glass. They were epic. Since it was the last day, I won't be able to pick up my fish until later, but I will post when I do! When we made fish, we actually did work in pairs! Emma and I were partners. The role of the partner was basically to flash the fish every have second while the instructor got glass for fins and stuff. It was tiring -- and really stressful for me, because I was worried that I would either smash Emma's fish into the wall of the too-small Glory Hole, or else knock it off the pole accidentally.
It was equally stressful when Emma was handling my fish, but we were both fully competent fish handlers. :)

Now, enough about the technicalities. I will now talk about my experience at the hot shop!

It. Was. Hot.
I mean, duh. But it was HORRIBLE the first day. Cuz it was like 99 degrees outside anyways, so even when I wasn't in front of the furnace I was about to pass out - even if it tricked me into feeling like a relief. Plus I was really underslept. So the first day I basically had a complete melt down. It was kind of boring too.
The next days were better, mainly cuz it was colder. Like, the third day there was a thunder storm. That felt good. Really good. Even if the thunder was really close and loud and scary and we were basically enclosed in a big metal box. It never got quite as hot or miserable as the first day.
But the furnace - oooh, the furnace. It felt like death. Like the fire was already on you and scratching at your arms. Like your skin was actively blistering and peeling. Like you were about to explode. It wasn't just hot. It was full of pain and texture. It was SCARY.
I got used to it later in the week, but the death-iness never completely went away.
Luckily the second day they brought in the third fan, which helped a lot.
Our schedule was simple. Be at the Carlos Museum by 9. A bit after that, we are bused to the Studioplex. There's probably an example. Then two people go at a time, staggered, so that they don't have to wait for each other to get more glass, while the others either grind and polish their pieces, make beads, or hang out outside. There was a tent set up outside the main entrance, where people were drawing and reading and stuff. Emma and I mainly chose to hang out on the grass, where it was less crowded. Lunch would start anywhere from 11:30 to noon, and lasted for the next one and a half hours.  
People could visit the vending machine during lunch. Emma and I did. Yum. Juice. Then we would make a different piece in the afternoon (we only got through one piece per day on Thursday and Friday). Then we would leave at a quarter till to get back at the museum by 3. Or at least we were supposed to. The last day we got back more than half an hour late (although to be fair, the furnace had malfunctioned on the last day and there was a bit of a hold up). 
It wasn't really boring when we weren't blowing glass (although I couldn't wait to get back and do it more). There were things to do. Emma and I never actually made any beads the last week. It was just so hot and dramatic that we weren't really in the mood. But there were other activities. Grinding and polishing, for example. There were four saw-things to be placed on the grinder to achieve different levels of polishing - the first one was for smoothing down bumpy areas, and the others were basically just to repair the shine of those spots. 
Also, on Thursday, one of the instructor people brought out these big buckets of glass that we would put in a sieve thing over a large tank of water and small shards of glass to sort into colored glass and clear. Colored glass meaning glass with any flecks of color at all. Not just solid pieces. The water was from the hose we would spray to drain out the smaller glass. Emma and I were the main ones who did this, with this one other girl named Vanessa (who was amazing at glass blowing). We made this whole story thing.
The glass that fell through became soulless marsh glass, and was abandoned. At one point I was abandoned to the marsh glass as the ship (aka the sieve thing) sank into the bog, after having rescued most of the glass. It was really fun actually. Kind of addictive. Plus I liked using the hose.
There were three instructors. One we had had for our bead making instruction the previous week - a woman named Kate. Then there was Matt, who actually owned the studios. And then there was Christian, this guy in his early twenties, with this satyr-like beard thing, who I worked with the most. 
So yeah.


Hope that didn't bore you to death... just wait until you see the FISH! :)
~Julia



Saturday, July 7, 2012

Purple Mountains Majesties


I just got back from Colorado.... woop!
This was our annual cousin reunion. We were staying in a vacation home in the mountains, at an elevation of 8,000 feet, which was very high. Little oxygen. Thin air. The house was great! It had five bedrooms and on the bottom floor was this room with bunk beds.



Above: living room
Sides: Staircases
Below: Cousin Anna (7) in a bottom bunk
Anna! Yay!


Actually, there was a lot of stuff on the bottom floor. There was a pool table, a shuffleboard... board, a bar, a dartboard (with darts), several metal barrels, a bathroom, a large clay jug, and....

That's right. A jukebox. 

For you modern hipsters who are unaware, jukeboxes are big cd-playing things from the 60s or something. You put in a quarter or whatever and punch in the number of the cd track and album. The cd bank spins around and puts the right one in a little cd/record player thing, kind of like an old fashioned musical vending machine.
We didn't need money to operate ours, even though it had a slot.

There was a very large garage. Inside it were skis and snowboards.

Anyways, various members of our clan spent a lot of time devoted to playing pool. I actually got not bad at it. I nearly won twice, then scratched on the 8 ball. The 11 ball is my favorite. It is magical.
 
Dad playing pool






Dad playing shuffleboard

There were many other things in the house. There was a two story deck with a large hot tub, a nicely furnished living room, a kitchen and dining room, and balconies. It was a mega-house.

We spent a lot of time hanging out in the house. Our main activities consisted of:

-Hide and Seek
Lots of good hiding places! Spots included trash cans in the garage, under the pool tarp, behind the juke box, in barrels, under beds, in hose compartments, in empty coolers, under shelves in the pantry and behind the furnace, etc.

-Band
Super-sonic Borthwick band hard at work in one of many rehearsals.
Alex on triangle, Anna on maracas/rainstick, Zack on drum, me on violin, and B conducting. We just made up random tunes and figured out the arrangement. Then we put on little concerts. Margot was a little jealous. She wanted to use the triangle and stick to mimic a fiddle. It was really cute when she did, but she was unhappy to have the triangle taken away.
Our band was dubbed the SuperSonicBorthwickBand

-Hot Tub
Benj and me gettin' comfy. 
Woo! Hot tub was fun and hot. And bubbly. Us cousins enjoyed splashing around.

-Scavenger Hunts
Benj and Zack would make little scavenger hunts that we (the girls) would fallow to win little prizes like jam jars or packets of bunny grams. It was fun, if frustrating at times.

Then Margot had her own agenda with me altogether. We tap danced together, according to Margot's instruction. I messed up a lot. Oops.

 Left - Margot behind a large grey pot. Above- Margot and I reading on the couch.

So we did some pretty fun minor trails and hikes by rivers and stuff. Not only because there were younger cousins, but because the altitude was so high. If you ran up part of a steep hill, your lungs and throat would like, collapse. You wouldn't be physically exhausted, but you would be flopping on the ground, gasping for air. It was so frustrating, because even if your legs were fine, you would have to rest for a while, though. It was nice though. The weather was fine.
But on these hikes, I encountered terrifying mutant squirrels! First of all, they were tiny, like the size of chipmunks. Their tails were black, short, and slick on their backs. They made sort of cooing squirrel sounds. But the part that was most bizarre was their HEADS. Their heads were just normal sized squirrel heads - but they didn't even really shaped like squirrel heads! They looked like mouse heads, with squirrel ears! They sounded like squirrels. They acted like squirrels. We all agreed that they WERE SQUIRRELS. It was weird.
Then, the last full day, we went to the Winter Park... Park! It wasn't too big, or too crowded actually, but it was super fun. There was a maze, really big and made of these plastic wall things and you had to run around in it until you found hole punches for the letters M, A, Z, and E. It was actually really hard. My best time was 7 minutes, but it took some people over 20.


There was a bungee jump, that I didn't do, because it didn't seem to go as high as the one at Morningside and I didn't want to be disappointed. There was a miniature golf course, that didn't seem that impressive or particularly creative, but somewhere in the middle probably, and seemed fun. We didn't actually get around to play it though. Anna did this thing where  you buy a bag of mineral enriched sand or whatever and sieve through it on a water mill thing. She got some neat gems and things.
But the most awesome thing by far was....
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN...

THE ALPINE SLIDE!!!

Gasp gasp!
Q & A About the Alpine Slide:
-What is an alpine slide?
An alpine slide is a long trail-like slide going down a mountain. A person sits in a little yellow cart thing and zooms down the trail. It's super exciting.
-How fast do you go?
There is a throttle in front of you - pull back to break, push forwards to accelerate. It's default-set on slow, so you have a lot of control. At the end, you need to slow down though.
How do people prevent crashes?
Well, there are two lanes - a fast lane and a slow lane. Beginners go in the slow lane - people in the slow lane MUST GO SLOW. Sometimes idiots in the slow lane will speed way faster than some people in the fast lane. One word: COLLISION. We all started in the slow lane, just to get a handle on it the first time, but we were all ready to go super fast the next time around.
What were some special features?
There would be little warning signs in blue: S-turns, dips, ripples, etc. Some were irrelevant, like "Comet Bridge" and there would just be some logs on either side of the slides. The features were actually really fun, especially the ripples and dips going really fast.
-How do you get there?
You take a ski lift! You stand on a yellow pad on footprints, and it swings behind and off you go! It was actually a relatively slow ski lift, and very long, so although it was extremely exciting the first time, it got a little boring later on. Once you get to the top, you lift the bar, and then once the ski lift reaches a yellow stripe, you jump off and run as fast as you can.




-How bad were the lines?
Well, as people went up the ski lifts and down the slides at an even rate, the lines at the top were contained, so even though lines to get on the ski lift could get hefty, you at least got the illusion that you weren't waiting long.
-Traumatic experiences?
The very last time B and the cousins got to go, it started to rain, right as they were a the front of the line. They waited in line for like half an hour, and then finally got to go up. At the bottom of the slide, it started to rain again. They were stuck between a ridiculously slow guy (in the fast lane) and a really inconsiderate fast person. Benj ended up bumping into Zack, but they didn't derail.
-What the heck was the bog?
GOOD. QUESTION.
What the heck is the bog???? I have no idea. Remember those little blue signs? Well one of the was like: THE BOG. I was like "What the heck is the bog?" and then like 5 seconds later it was all "S turns!" and I was like "agh what the heck".
I mean, unlike the comet bridge, which was random, but tangible, there was no physical evidence of anything in my surroundings that might provoke the label "Bog"
It irked me.

After a while Dad and I decided to go up a really high, steep, fast ski lift to walk around the top of the mountain. The ski lift was really fun, because it was so fast. There was one point when it stopped and just swung violently back and forth, which I actually enjoyed. This was a ski lift that these bikers would ride up, with all this extreme gear and stuff, to bike down these traumatizing bike trails back down he mountain, but people were aloud to just walk around.

Dad and his family used to ski up here in Colorado, so we looked around at all the different trails. It got to be rather cold, so we ski-lifted back down, which was just as fun.
Here's us:

That was really great for me, but as I said earlier, it began to rain, and we ran for shelter and drove home, satisfied.

The next day was our last. We had to clear out by 10:00, so it was a cleaning scramble. We departed and went our separate ways.

My family went on to the Rocky Mountain Nation Park. It was certainly great scenery there. We looked and looked all over the park on different levels. And guess what we found...
A MOOOOOOSE!
It was a bit far away though, female. As a result, our picture turned out a little fuzzy.
Can you see it there? It's there, I promise you. Right in the middle.

It was fun just to sort of roam the woods and walk along the Colorado River.

It was starting to get rather hot though, so we fled to higher ground.



DUM DUM DUUUUUUUM.
Nearly 12,000 feet in altitude. One of the highest roads in the United States above sea level. Completely cut off from the outside world.

We were driving along up here, and what did I spy? Elk a herd of elk in the crest of the mountain. We sped to the nearest parking spot around the curve and took off running. It was pretty intense. Just us, alone on a mountain-side tundra, in the cold and mist, chasing after a herd of elk. It was wild. Amazing. I loved it. We ran down the foggy slopes, around the mountain -



THERE WERE NO ELK. None. Fresh poop, padded grass, they had been there recently ago - less than a minute. And yet no physical elk remained. None anywhere in sight, and our sight stretched on for miles and miles of empty ground.
WHAT THE HECK.
I was kind of freaking out and everyone was like "Are you sure you saw them" and I was like "YES!" and Mom said she saw them too.
It started to kind of rain (very dramatically) and so we retreated to the car. Once we got there there was a solitary elk sitting right there on the hill. It was really big.


After that, we went to Boulder to spend the afternoon and eat dinner. After that we drove to Denver, and we flew back home the next day.

That's all for now....

~Julia


P.S. We found this on our back door on the second night! :)