tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30905507172440564982024-02-19T02:00:02.411-06:00Doing It the Gay WayScott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-30254717532124692662009-09-21T11:30:00.003-05:002009-09-21T11:31:33.722-05:00SorrySometimes, the timing just isn't right. I've realized that this blog isn't right for me, for now, for the times. Rather than keep you (both? three) waiting, I'm going to sign off and concentrate on what makes most sense to me now. Thanks for your support.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-11842370044721717022009-09-10T13:56:00.000-05:002009-09-10T13:57:02.577-05:00The summer has been good for something<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzJuVFXOyAKqm59lvLemvlb-PD2DbHX3QaN7-Sn-kz-mT8gFJCY50JOiAMHjc5H4vcYvU1cHHDu4tHjUca1XGqUW5mCbQU3Xv6nxw2owGx2IfO3TXXJ_tIfvcSy06-2FuqRbTlMxe2Wg/s1600-h/photo-722578.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzJuVFXOyAKqm59lvLemvlb-PD2DbHX3QaN7-Sn-kz-mT8gFJCY50JOiAMHjc5H4vcYvU1cHHDu4tHjUca1XGqUW5mCbQU3Xv6nxw2owGx2IfO3TXXJ_tIfvcSy06-2FuqRbTlMxe2Wg/s320/photo-722578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379914786306004850" /></a></p>Urban tomatoes. Very GayWay.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-71317185621416522952009-08-31T10:49:00.001-05:002009-08-31T10:50:55.270-05:00A GayWay appraisalJune, July: Awesome<br />August: Not so muchScott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-36476877142870679252009-08-30T17:03:00.000-05:002009-08-30T17:06:02.046-05:00Seriously old iPhone<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6ZixgQTZn1dop34hOSu3W6X089wqT2Tngu1Sa1l3qCH_s1dPPfqamsYx8zuFnkqIJ-158qgsDi61Vaq4Q5zQDQIdS5FLkeh29RvSm4lavHqUIF_18feI37z4Wdc6vmYUa5xxwCEKtQc/s1600-h/photo-762048.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6ZixgQTZn1dop34hOSu3W6X089wqT2Tngu1Sa1l3qCH_s1dPPfqamsYx8zuFnkqIJ-158qgsDi61Vaq4Q5zQDQIdS5FLkeh29RvSm4lavHqUIF_18feI37z4Wdc6vmYUa5xxwCEKtQc/s320/photo-762048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375881553581905890" /></a></p>Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-45507751822536296762009-08-28T08:05:00.000-05:002009-08-28T08:08:58.119-05:00I'm like Hopper with an iPhone<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68OEJ-V1Eqh9gajCgaGlVrYEa-6c6iQFU0tFu3KP9bj8L9zq1NRjkGdRyDn-kHunoPlMK0LNaSQCdeHnPGlVwM3V1hS_s9laRT6RSneXJnnh6R6ok4HqSjUxtlZ_mfqR_gZx9EW2Xxrs/s1600-h/photo-738120.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68OEJ-V1Eqh9gajCgaGlVrYEa-6c6iQFU0tFu3KP9bj8L9zq1NRjkGdRyDn-kHunoPlMK0LNaSQCdeHnPGlVwM3V1hS_s9laRT6RSneXJnnh6R6ok4HqSjUxtlZ_mfqR_gZx9EW2Xxrs/s320/photo-738120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375000981233597314" /></a></p>Viggo gets a nail trim before the cabin weekend. Papa consoles. Daddy <br>wants coffee.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-7943875839737325862009-08-26T19:52:00.000-05:002009-08-26T19:53:32.240-05:00The jury is out . . .<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wMUwbkwPUQX4AKLaPQlyLEOJGCLdwVPvyNzQDOts6zM_7q95cKLxRIha2dDIYd8QsO7t_coJd01WfbmBD051fwYWO7DqEC6ZjLdTItVXe8mj4x2PdFK9KwImvbATjS3rj6QVaPRsSRY/s1600-h/photo-712241.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wMUwbkwPUQX4AKLaPQlyLEOJGCLdwVPvyNzQDOts6zM_7q95cKLxRIha2dDIYd8QsO7t_coJd01WfbmBD051fwYWO7DqEC6ZjLdTItVXe8mj4x2PdFK9KwImvbATjS3rj6QVaPRsSRY/s320/photo-712241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374440379895188034" /></a></p>on whether or not canning is a GayWay-approved activity.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-20115663221369909112009-08-26T09:30:00.004-05:002009-08-26T09:47:33.928-05:00Tangy tomato condiment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpJHJ_WT_-qObYIKBoRHDWMTl2Wn5bsYzK10lf4eMDgElhS2-rjw2N184Hh_I_fLEmPm0qEcbdMHEj31cbBn3dw4NjUSjzRNecm-w9wzrzJp_FV37kfpOz0cQF1lgiDIygVwycYHwro8/s1600-h/photo-52.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpJHJ_WT_-qObYIKBoRHDWMTl2Wn5bsYzK10lf4eMDgElhS2-rjw2N184Hh_I_fLEmPm0qEcbdMHEj31cbBn3dw4NjUSjzRNecm-w9wzrzJp_FV37kfpOz0cQF1lgiDIygVwycYHwro8/s320/photo-52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374280410183333538" /></a><br />Why am I not calling the finished product ketchup? Mainly because it's much better: vinegary, sharp, intensely tomatoey, with a bit of a kick. It's not bright red, because no food dye is involved, and because I used a mix of red, orange, yellow, and white tomatoes. And it's not sweet because high fructose corn syrup is not present. This experiment totally makes me want to dig out my mother's homemade mustard recipe and make the world's best burger.<br /><br />P.S. You want food photography? Go read A Crafty Lass (and keep in mind that she keeps Eric M chained to her desk, taking photographs ad nauseum until he cries like a baby).Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-58560907811577123772009-08-26T08:49:00.001-05:002009-08-26T08:49:39.591-05:00Becoming ketchup<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00MkItI2ogrms2o_1fEEL0pbXwHCJo3HzUI4ZlFaIQiHxaGQNpGCSJtVyIbvSM94iocsiYa1jfxnS_Ezi0Khc8hHRwo9zcx44yQfFmq1DPdP7hrbfkIkXeripkeOkDZpAUO-UANkheHo/s1600-h/photo-779592.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00MkItI2ogrms2o_1fEEL0pbXwHCJo3HzUI4ZlFaIQiHxaGQNpGCSJtVyIbvSM94iocsiYa1jfxnS_Ezi0Khc8hHRwo9zcx44yQfFmq1DPdP7hrbfkIkXeripkeOkDZpAUO-UANkheHo/s320/photo-779592.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269298298437058" /></a></p>Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-24229005325640124582009-08-26T08:34:00.001-05:002009-08-26T08:34:30.834-05:00How ketchup begins<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCImVnq3ImRKmT44Bx4UxyA1cHQBH54m5nnoJZqAZmNKQH5VZAem_om4lDO2i2GSq8IqXKbvdgeStZ-BoUnLP5461lYql06sAKY2gBmtDFcpI5DLBr4Y7_sncuS1FVGsqawJ7eU-BmJA/s1600-h/photo-770835.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCImVnq3ImRKmT44Bx4UxyA1cHQBH54m5nnoJZqAZmNKQH5VZAem_om4lDO2i2GSq8IqXKbvdgeStZ-BoUnLP5461lYql06sAKY2gBmtDFcpI5DLBr4Y7_sncuS1FVGsqawJ7eU-BmJA/s320/photo-770835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374265390608611042" /></a></p>Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-90062266228610649572009-08-23T11:52:00.003-05:002009-08-23T11:59:45.547-05:00To begin the week1. Please don't display candles where you wouldn't burn candles.<br />2. Avoid placing bowls of fruit in a room where you wouldn't eat fruit.<br />3. And no little piles of potpourri anywhere. It's not 1988, NO one likes the smell, whatever you have setting there is dusty, and Holly Hobby is dead. Seriously, go empty the bowl into the trash. Right now. I'll be here. . . . There doesn't that seem better? Your tabletop can breathe, and so can the inhabitants of your home.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-63932708219148922442009-08-20T22:12:00.001-05:002009-08-20T22:12:21.698-05:00GayWay, less fabulous editionSometimes the GayWay is simply putting one foot in front of the other, <br>hoping that the world will continue to orbit safely while you figure <br>out what's next.<p>But you should keep that kind of thing to a minimum.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-18606366273755940062009-08-20T12:55:00.001-05:002009-08-20T12:55:52.089-05:00Productive GayWay<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uGvUYTp_jpNWZhczZUaja_ONbZoHXajLk34x0-723AA8QN9TbQm23C8_Glrg06-Tvbv4zy9n2TJ3iZIGplNsr8ms92XnlB5w85z9K_3BHrsf9FNCi4rberian8mzgcWsYXf9kFBV9Aw/s1600-h/photo-752090.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uGvUYTp_jpNWZhczZUaja_ONbZoHXajLk34x0-723AA8QN9TbQm23C8_Glrg06-Tvbv4zy9n2TJ3iZIGplNsr8ms92XnlB5w85z9K_3BHrsf9FNCi4rberian8mzgcWsYXf9kFBV9Aw/s320/photo-752090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106233164325858" /></a></p>From a study desk at Minneapolis Central Library.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-64547461019607287952009-08-18T14:02:00.001-05:002009-08-18T14:02:42.637-05:00GayWay AlertA friend reports just driving by Tomorrow's Fruits Daycare. God bless <br>the good folks in the northern suburb of Coon Rapids for their <br>commitment to early indoctrination.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-86365086650340864302009-08-18T13:25:00.001-05:002009-08-18T16:31:05.636-05:00Things I forget to do<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_sSUQWATnSfUnTa8vX2smXLp8gwuj90TxQn5_p4QsMTMzgEteP9pSPdrIrdlGc9yOKEtBx_w4-ftCUHKxVsyWdLj9tTpdSbKzDXLt1lpM5ci9Fxccxgh9EkAOr82j5uHkVdfFlLumJA/s1600-h/photo-761880.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_sSUQWATnSfUnTa8vX2smXLp8gwuj90TxQn5_p4QsMTMzgEteP9pSPdrIrdlGc9yOKEtBx_w4-ftCUHKxVsyWdLj9tTpdSbKzDXLt1lpM5ci9Fxccxgh9EkAOr82j5uHkVdfFlLumJA/s320/photo-761880.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371371836191119218" /></a></p>I am lying down under a tree, looking up. It is shady, breezy, and <br>perfect. You might do this, too.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-50623727064031951792009-08-18T10:44:00.002-05:002009-08-18T10:46:30.456-05:00So not the GayWay1. Dancing with the Stars<br />2. Tom DeLay<br />3. <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/18/arts/television/18danc.html?_r=1&hpw">Tom DeLay on Dancing with the Stars</a><br /><br />Sometimes I don't understand the world.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-51007930150864676192009-08-18T07:44:00.007-05:002009-08-18T16:31:54.875-05:00The halcyon days of yoreA recent letter from a reader in -apolis reminded me of a story with absolutely no point and thus perfect for a blog. In the spring of 19--, on tour with Famous Lutheran College Choir, we sang at the cathedral in Indianapolis. I was in the midst of a deep depression, having just begun the process of coming out (sorry to be such a cliche) and had just been put on an early anti-depressant—Pamelor—that had me absolutely lethargic and gaining about four pounds a day. During the concert I felt faint and had to sit out the second half.<br /><br />After the concert we were assigned to our host homes, and my group was taken to the home of a single gentleman who had decorated his stately domicile (complete with turret) in Early Edwardian Bordello. I had never seen anything like it. Beyond the velvet and the tassles and glass figurines, he had a player piano, or two, in every. single. room. This guy was livin' the good life. I remember feeling slightly repulsed at his taste, fascinated by his absolute comfort with his surroundings, and a little charmed by his eccentricity.<br /><br />The next morning, emboldened by what I had experienced, I used some styling mousse from the gentleman's bathroom and parted my hair on the opposite side. My new 'do was the talk of the tour bus.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-1478989173379785632009-08-17T22:12:00.002-05:002009-08-17T22:20:23.953-05:00Dear GayWay #7Dearest Professor of T-shirt Acceptability Standards,<br /><br />Is it ever okay for a less-than-buxom lady to shop in the boys or mens departments? If so, which items are allowed, and which are verboten? (I must confess to having purchased a men's Spiderman tee, in anticipation of my novel going viral and my getting invited to Comic-Con 2011). <br /><br />A Naïve Nymphet <br /><br /><br />Dear Not So Innocent If This Is Who I Think It Is,<br /><br />Why on earth would you even refer, even vaguely, to the boobies on my blog? Because I did just a few posts ago? Not. a. good. reason. <br /><br />Actually, I think women wearing men's t-shirts looks terrific, especially V-necks (I have no idea why, I just like it). As long as we're on the subject, you know what I really hate? Women's t-shirts. I hate their scoopy necks with narrow collar bands, and those little cap sleeves, and the shaping in the center (I don't know what that's called in real life). Just wear a t-shirt. Women can also wear men's boxers, white oxford shirts, and slouchy cashmere sweaters. You may not, under any circumstances, even ironically, wear a men's necktie. I don't care how cute and fun you think that outfit will be (and spare me the but-I-have-a-cute-plaid-wool-schoolgirl-pleated-skirt argument), you may NOT do it.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-51064357280994368032009-08-16T20:37:00.004-05:002009-08-18T16:32:30.949-05:00Dear GayWay #6Almighty GayWay:<br /><br />We lowly peasants residing in another city ending in “apolis” seek your divine guidance about the prospects of trading ours for yours and relocating to the land of many lakes and bookstores.<br /><br />When we visit your theatre enchants us, your mass transit and bike trails leave us jealous, and the apparent literacy and conversational ability of the everyday citizen impresses us. Real estate prices aren’t too frightening and options for good vegetarian fare seem more plentiful.<br /><br />But what we really want to know is this: are we more likely to get laid?<br /><br />Indy Jeffrey<br /><br /><br />Dear Sad and Lonely (I assume that's what "Indy" means in your land),<br /><br />First, thank you for the deferential and entirely appropriate greeting. Your country must place a huge premium on respect for elders. And how exciting for the GayWay to hear from a faraway, developing land! How excited you must be at the prospect of emigrating from your sad existence to make a new life for yourself here in the land of gay enchantment. We are eager to welcome others to our lakes and parks and bookstores, and we have many social programs to aid your transition. The big city can be an exciting but scary place, but since you're from an "apolis" already, you're ready to make the leap.<br /><br />Will you get laid? I wish I could answer that, but I would need much. more. information before making a judgment. You can send any pertinent supporting documentation to doingitthegayway@gmail.com. I can promise a thorough analysis of your attributes.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-21203986501678998382009-08-16T20:33:00.003-05:002009-08-16T20:36:16.580-05:00Dear GayWay #5Dear GayWay,<br /><br />Plaid. Yes or No?<br /><br />The Tall One<br /><br /><br />Dear Tallness Isn't Your Problem; Blindness Is,<br /><br />Did you not notice the blog masthead? Plaid is for all times, all occasions, all figures, all seasons, all orientations, all sentient beings. To disdain plaid is to be dead inside, or unnecessarily snobby. The GayWay deplores the snobbiness.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-88864003284393235032009-08-16T20:30:00.001-05:002009-08-16T20:32:07.440-05:00Dear GayWay #4Dear GayWay,<br /><br />Do these pants make my butt look fat?<br /><br />Derriere Evaluation Biz<br /><br /><br />Dear Eclipse,<br /><br />No, they're very, very slimming.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-89217328130636618292009-08-16T16:00:00.002-05:002009-08-16T16:05:20.042-05:00Glad tidings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1HtfWVvnn4hs9ShIZt-JKLN1bH_CfHarJHmQr9klS4xvIC-d08O0gklbRb9asuvdjsq1E1HoqWB3_JzobkS0X-Qmb4hhRB23Q6sTZWUL-U2-4IpuxGvZMx4M-UcG-hP-lMIMPXHw6jJY/s1600-h/photo-51.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1HtfWVvnn4hs9ShIZt-JKLN1bH_CfHarJHmQr9klS4xvIC-d08O0gklbRb9asuvdjsq1E1HoqWB3_JzobkS0X-Qmb4hhRB23Q6sTZWUL-U2-4IpuxGvZMx4M-UcG-hP-lMIMPXHw6jJY/s320/photo-51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370670534367715970" /></a><br />There is nothing artful about this shot, because I simply leaned out from my desk and lazily snapped a photo with my phone. But a friend brought over the gladiolas yesterday, and they have completely buoyed my spirits. She even worried that they weren't GayWay enough. As if. The fact is that they are quintessentially GayWay: exuberant, simple, fresh, and orange.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-24167596761590535832009-08-15T17:17:00.002-05:002009-08-15T17:27:23.917-05:00In case, you're wonderingIf I saw you wearing either of these two t-shirts (within fifty feet of each other; evidently the hospital lobby is a classy place) I did not approve:<br /><br />1. Illustration of a worm and hook with the large caption (stretched across the beer gut): Are You A Master Baiter?<br /><br />2. Big smiley face (again, distended by the beer gut) around which is written: Boobies Make Me Happy.<br /><br />I have a backlog of GayWay mail to get to, but I will catch up very, very soon. Keep your questions coming, dears. My knowledge—and dedication to you—hasn't decreased during my short absence.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-29651932035625223682009-08-11T21:27:00.002-05:002009-08-18T10:44:15.488-05:00So not the GayWayThe University of Minnesota Medical Center may have a sterling reputation for patient care and innovation, but we have a serious problem with wallpaper, paint colors, and artwork. And this is one of the nicer hospitals I've been in. As appropriate, I will add surreptitious iPhone examples as I wander these mauvey-beige halls in the coming days. Because I Care.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-49989994365548109002009-08-08T08:24:00.009-05:002009-08-08T09:11:03.653-05:00The opposite of GayWayI'm not sure what that opposite term would be, because Uptown Art Fair is kind of clunky, but sweet Jesus I hate this event. However, thinking it was preferable to being a prisoner in my own home, I ducked out of the infirmary for a few minutes yesterday afternoon (during a break in the monsoon) and headed over. I approached the fair with a mind as open as a Georgia O'Keefe flower. After all, these are dedicated artists from all over the country; think of the talent converging one spot. Kyrie eleison was I wrong. Hideousness after grotesquerie. When did all these potters decide 1986 was their stylistic high water mark? And who wears all that flowy painted clothing? And Ansel Adams did it already: enough with the birch trees. To be fair, one jeweler used an impressive technique involving linen, an image, copper and pressing onto tin or something like that, but I'm not a girl (shut up) so 'twasn't much use to me.<br /><br />I didn't make it through the entire fair. I tried, really. But one alleyway up and back was enough for me. Maybe again next century.<br /><br />It seemed rude to snap a photo of every piece of High Art that I loathed—and there is a limit to the iPhone's memory—but a few pieces begged documentation, so that future generations Will Never Forget.<br /><br />I'm not sure what to say about this lovely acrylic. It's not playful enough for a nursery, it's not anything else enough for a room that humans might use:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYcrL2txX6_m6H3_ceWdFAkqMT80Tz6zgRZ1oi6lT9wL75unN9yq6x_KRSWJnvm1Oc0NfzNYuyw6wej7rVGf7QWJsW6ClJvY1rXOsFwi6KggaQVzleWtvd744DjNmo-pqWfBYUKjzL1Q/s1600-h/photo-46.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYcrL2txX6_m6H3_ceWdFAkqMT80Tz6zgRZ1oi6lT9wL75unN9yq6x_KRSWJnvm1Oc0NfzNYuyw6wej7rVGf7QWJsW6ClJvY1rXOsFwi6KggaQVzleWtvd744DjNmo-pqWfBYUKjzL1Q/s320/photo-46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367588600355667570" /></a><br />Even Bea Arthur would have put her foot down if the Golden Girls' stylist had brought her this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXLO5H9SHxZPoRizGfZKexQ8Im2_iFXNmPBhgkecFhTUUHx7EVdwJutyz5rr6sFVXIPpLqUQ1j7xnaDNQ41tWlVGryRf14kunF714SLyYuKhDqD-S96BPIbS0S1KnJqJKx4rgE1MY2BI/s1600-h/photo-47.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXLO5H9SHxZPoRizGfZKexQ8Im2_iFXNmPBhgkecFhTUUHx7EVdwJutyz5rr6sFVXIPpLqUQ1j7xnaDNQ41tWlVGryRf14kunF714SLyYuKhDqD-S96BPIbS0S1KnJqJKx4rgE1MY2BI/s320/photo-47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367588605087582754" /></a><br />Really? We're stilling doing Country Crafts?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1akUlk7dJOdfx7DCS6DQbuvT7RsvCnmUauSFy4NslfcxsRvmxPpRWa6FCSrAcAqCRnAHovEqO_Pg2XOhja78vnwqn8O2ft639LDKI6T-8kDHXu6bom-1QKzHMCterbmDO6xvUmcnZ9O4/s1600-h/photo-48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1akUlk7dJOdfx7DCS6DQbuvT7RsvCnmUauSFy4NslfcxsRvmxPpRWa6FCSrAcAqCRnAHovEqO_Pg2XOhja78vnwqn8O2ft639LDKI6T-8kDHXu6bom-1QKzHMCterbmDO6xvUmcnZ9O4/s320/photo-48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367588614432870130" /></a><br />I kid you not, I had to fight my way into this booth to snap a pic, so great was the scrum of elastic-waist jeans with pocketbooks outstretched:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYADfZ8UtS_iMpLDcRiGob22aTOSwyBuAqfL4ghRZjJX3YozVbiCOmiWaC50CF_yRW61w8H2Qjt2ZzuRVFTaFdL7ioQAi_P2JMH91fZb0Dyew5zkcOj6FAPGhxxBrxhrxgyr0rpBvLmFQ/s1600-h/photo-49.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYADfZ8UtS_iMpLDcRiGob22aTOSwyBuAqfL4ghRZjJX3YozVbiCOmiWaC50CF_yRW61w8H2Qjt2ZzuRVFTaFdL7ioQAi_P2JMH91fZb0Dyew5zkcOj6FAPGhxxBrxhrxgyr0rpBvLmFQ/s320/photo-49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367588615482553970" /></a>Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3090550717244056498.post-62385361544229426572009-08-07T18:32:00.003-05:002009-08-07T18:54:06.705-05:00Dear GayWay #3Do you offer comments on other blogs? Well, of course you do. <br /><br />What do you think of the repurposing (trendy, new word at my place of work) of the French tablecloths as described in the August 5 entry to the <a href="http://www.masondixonknitting.com/">Mason-Dixon knitting blog</a>.<br /><br />Signed,<br /><br />Ruut de Bier<br /><br /><br />Dear It's Still Just Pop:<br /><br />Again with the lack of salutation. Did you people fall out of the cradle of civilization and hit your heads?<br /><br />Ms. Bier's letter illustrates a major problem for the GayWay: the need to, and complete lack of interest in, doing research for this blog. This Mason/Dixon civil war blog being a site in which I have little interest, I had to Google it, then find the relevant post, THEN judge it. I seriously could have made a gin and tonic in that time. The rest of you can avoid making a similar error by including a link in your emails to me. You can also send me pictures, attachments, and objets to doingitthegayway@gmail.com.<br /><br />On to the heart of the matter. If I'm reading this right, lady buys tablecloth, lady has no need of tablecloth, lady cuts up tablecloth, lady remembers she can't sew. Good idea? I should confess that at one point I also had an obsession with table linens from days of yore. I would see them at tag sales, covet their clever graphic appeal, buy a few, and then realize that tables in France in the 1950s were evidently very different sizes and shapes than what we find now in modern America. So they would sit in a sachet-lined linen drawer, doing no one any good. At some point I got rid of them, because I didn't have the guts to cut them up and repurpose [I shudder at that word, bytheby.] them into quilts, gauchos, or manpurses.<br /><br />So if you're asking permission, Ms. The Root of All Evil Is Beer, I say cut up every charming piece of fabric you have, and by all means, make me a quilt. I am grateful in advance.Scott Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09849255157125487663noreply@blogger.com0