Todd Daniel: April 2010

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Red Red Whine

Let me once again state, as a disclaimer, that I am not an abstract artist. That said, I have probably spent more time on this painting than almost any other work I've completed recently. The primary colors were not working for me (or anyone, as far as I can tell). So in an effort to match our living room sofa, I glazed over the original colors with various shades of red. This, of course, is another strike against me as an artist - I'm sacrificing my vision in order to coordinate with existing furniture. This is the artistic equivalent of Garanimals. Still, one has to admit that the painting is vastly improved. If you have a burgundy wingback chair, a wall screaming for some décor, and $15.99 (not a cruddy cent less) you might consider taking this piece home.
UPDATE May 12, 2010: Save your money. This piece has been sold to the lowest bidder.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Quick Change Artist

I dragged my sack of corroded coins to the local Safeway and, despite the voice of reason telling me that I would break the Coinstar machine with my dirty money, spent about twenty minutes pushing coins through a metal slot. Coinstar is not picky. Aside from rejecting a few objects that didn't even look like pennies to me, it took everything but a euro and two Canadian coins. And my grand total? After taking its 8.9% cut, I walked away with 351 dollars! Just for throwing loose change in a jar for a few years. After a receipt prints, you have to proceed to customer service to actually get your cash. I just wanted the clerk to smile politely and maybe throw in a reassuring "there you go!" or "nice work saving coins!" Instead, they tossed out "I think this is a new record...you were at that machine for a long time." Ugh. I wonder if they noticed me pulling out the rejected coins and trying them over and over until I had milked every last acceptable coin? Or clenching my fists in victory every time I passed another hundred dollar mark? I'm sure they did.

I obviously don't have a photo of myself at the Coinstar machine (although I could probably obtain one from the Safeway security camera), so I'm decorating this blog entry with a terrible piece of abstract art. My own terrible piece of abstract art. I'm not an abstract artist, but I'm leading a children's art group tomorrow and am teaching them color theory and abstract art (I didn't think eight-year olds would be interested in painting watercolor miniatures). I wanted to create a painting that was both abstract and used primary colors. This piece is called "Mourners." Did I mention that it is terrible? Did I also mention that it is for sale? Ten dollars. I take change.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Fear of Change

Cuprolaminophobia is the fear of coins. I don't have it, but after yesterday I don't think it would be completely unreasonable to possess this phobia. We have been throwing our coins into a vase for quite a few years. Along the way, we threw in a few other things (coin wrappers, a rubber band) and apparently a sizable amount of some liquid. I'm just going to go with water, for the sake of my sanity. At any rate, the paper coin wrappers partially disintegrated, the pennies oxidized together, and the rubber band fused to any coin that it touched.

Confident that the nice people at Coinstar wouldn't appreciate having our "coin stew" tossed into their machines, I've set about washing the coins. There is nothing more disgusting than washing money. If I get some incurable nail fungus, or some sort of staph infection, please know that this was the moment it happened, and I'll never prepare food for you again. Some of the coins are just ruined. Others have maintained the shape of their former selves, but have no identifying features. I'm hoping the coin counting machine goes by size and weight, but I will have to get back to you on the results. Right now, the coins are spread out on cookie sheets and are drying in the sun like metallic raisins. I'm hand washing change. I keep thinking, "It's okay...there must be about a thousand dollars here." I think we all know where this is going. I'll report back on the total as well. It had better be more than 25 bucks.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Loafing About

This, I'm happy to report, is my final post regarding leavened bread. I couldn't rest until I had made a loaf of bread that could be sliced and enjoyed with some peanut butter and jelly, or as luck may have it, some homemade strawberry preserves made with French rosé. It sounds snootier than it is. I was just trying not to use sugar in the preserves, and wine seemed like a good alternative. Here are some baguettes I made a few days ago as well. Only the photo exists now - the baguettes are history, thanks to a pot of cheese fondue and the company of friends.
With all of this loafing about, you must think I'm as big as a house (I am, and you do), but I am back on a strict walking regime. Of course, one has to walk the equivalent of the Great Wall to work off this much starch. And I probably should not bring a baguette with me when I'm out strolling.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Easter Yarmulke

So now I've really done it. I've crocheted a yarmulke (the only thing stranger than how that sentence looks is the fact that I made a yarmulke for a Seder to which I brought homemade matzoh and horseradish). What next? Will I perform a bris? Hopefully not. To balance things out, I also spent about 4 hours making an Easter egg out of tiny dots punched from paint color sample cards. The egg is approximately 1.5 inches high, and it used approximately 200 individually-glued dots of varying sizes. It is a truly mindless activity, a sort of artistic coma.

Rummy Mary

This hybrid of rummy games is best played with two players. It is even better when accompanied by a gin and tonic, in which case it becomes Gin Rummy Mary.

The Goal: To be the first player to play all of the cards in his or her hand. Another goal might be to do something meaningful with your life so that you don't spend hours playing silly card games.

The Deal: Using a full deck of cards, each player receives nine (9) cards face down. The remainder of the cards are placed between the players and the top card is turned up next to the deck. This will be the discard pile.

Upon picking up their cards, each player is expected to assume a poker face and a few moments are devoted to carefully arranging the cards into an order that is both sensible to the card holder and baffling to all others.

The Big Idea: The game begins as one player either picks up the exposed first card and uses it, or draws another card from the deck. This game is all about making sets of cards. You must have three cards of the same rank (such as three queens) in order to lay down a set. There are no runs allowed in this game (such as 4, 5, 6 of clubs). You may only play on the cards that are in front of you. In other words, you may only have sets with yourself and not with your opponent.

The Wild Card: A wild card is built into this game in order to prevent it from becoming mind-numbing. Deuces are wild and may be used as an additional card to complete or add to any other set.

Todd's Gentlemen's Rule of Deuces: Occasionally, despite thorough shuffling, I find that I am dealt three deuces in my original hand. In these cases, I think it is only fair to play the deuces as a set rather than as wild cards. Of course, nobody really will know if you have three deuces in your hand (unless you go out in the first turn), so whether you follow this rule or not depends on how far behind you are in the tally.

Picking Up and Discarding from the Deck: If the top card of the discard pile is not appealing to you, then you must pick up a card from the deck. You may then keep that card and discard another, use that card in a set and then discard a card, or immediately discard that picked up card (although you should accompany this action with eye rolling or some snarky comment such as "just what I needed").

Picking Up and Discarding from the Discard Pile: If the top card of the discard pile is something you would like to use, you must pick up the entire pile. Yes, that's right. The whole freaking pile. You must show immediately that you can use that top card (don't even bother putting it into your hand). Hopefully, you've kept track of what is in the discard pile and will find other useful cards to play. You do not get to flip through the discard pile prior to making the decision to pick it up. This is considered poor sportsmanship, and is only tolerated from people with some form of dementia. Of course, if you are playing cards with someone with dementia, you can probably get away with a lot of things, such as taking the pile and never using the top card, but I would never stoop to that level as a matter of principle. Unless they do something equally unscrupulous, and even then I have to think about it.

Todd's Rule of the Forced Pick Up: One player may force his opponent to pick up the entire discard pile by discarding a card that can immediately be used in a group of cards that the opponent has already played. In other words, if your opponent has played three Jacks and you hold the fourth one, discarding your Jack will force your opponent to pick up the discard pile, regardless of whether they actually want it or not. This rule exists only in my imagination. I've never actually enforced it, although it tends to work out this way when I play with Mary (she just can't resist taking a card she can use). Still, I think it is a viable rule and shows that I have been thinking about this game way too hard.

Winning the Game: A player wins when she is able to play out every card in her hand (I'm just going to use the feminine pronoun at this point because Mary always wins). This may include a discard card (that sounds redundant) or you may simply play all of the cards out in front of you. It is always accompanied by a smug look and a cocky crossing of the arms to show that you no longer need the use of your hands.

Strategies: There are several strategies for this thrilling game. First of all, don't get wild-card happy. You may find that holding onto a wild card (deuce) for a few plays is useful. Inevitably, you will play a wild card to fill out, let's say, a pair of aces. You can be guaranteed that the next two cards you pull from the deck will be aces, and you will instantly begin swearing.

Watch your opponent's groups. If all of the wild cards have been played and your opponent has played two tens with a deuce as one of the groups, and you are holding two tens hoping for a third, you may as well wish for comprehensive health-care reform.

Holding back a card that your opponent needs almost always comes in handy, especially if you institute the forced pick up rule.

Security Word Dictionary

Every time you comment on a blog, book an airline ticket, or do anything online that requires a secure log-in, you are asked to retype a nonsense word written in squiggly type. Until now, none of these words have been defined. I've taken it upon myself to give meaning to a host of perfectly good words that are being wasted for the sake of our online security.

copresto (n.) [co-pres-to]: a magical incantation requiring two or more magicians simultaneously

frontsce (n.) [frunt-see]: a term used to state seating preference, i.e. at a movie theater or sporting event. Jane claimed she was a frontsce by nature, but it was her astigmatism that ruled out sitting in the back row.

dopeavar (n.) [doe-puh-vahr]: 1. an especially dumb avatar
2. an avatar who regularly attends virtual Grateful Dead concerts

hysock (n.s.) [hy-sahk] der. Old English: a foot covering or sock, typically of the tube variety, that extends to the knee or slightly above. pl. hysocks; (see "seventies apparel")

dumocomb (n.) [doo-moe-cohme] der. Italian, possibly from duomo: a comb used by men sporting comb-overs, usually made of a flexible plastic or synthetic material.

clenounc (v.) [clay-noonk] fr.: the act of dropping one's keys just prior to making contact with the keyhole. I always seem to clenounc when my arms are full of groceries.
{irreg. clenouncing, clenounced}

cogyr (n.) [cah-gur] colloq.: An older man who habitually dates people younger than himself; the male equivalent of "cougar." Not to be confused with codger which implies the inability to get a date. The hard and soft "g" differentiates the two.

mealatical (adj.) [meel-at-uh-cul]: Of or pertaining to a meal. Typically used in describing a culinary faux pas, as in a mealatical error.

If you happen upon a great security nonsense word, please send it to me. You are invited to contest the meaning of these words, although your case will probably hold as much water as a "caveran" (and a leaky one, at that). You may also use these words in Scrabble, particularly if you wish to irritate your opponent. In fact, the act of using an ersatz word for your own personal benefit or gain is called a "zqitrie," a word which, in certain circumstances, will gain you 125 points in Scrabble. In most circumstances, however, it will get you kicked out of the game.

Todd Daniel