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Doctor Who Takes Over BBC America’s Schedule This Week…5 Days!

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Doctor Who takes over BBC America this week as we lead up to the 50th Anniversary episode, The Day of the Doctor.  Between specials on previous incarnations of the Doctor, specials on the Doctor’s companions, a made for TV movie and marathons of previous episodes, you can watch to your Whovian heart’s content.  When does all this happen, you ask?

Fortunately, they posted all the fun stuff online, so you don’t have to miss out.  Of course, I’m going to be gone almost every evening this week.  I can’t miss out on all the preshow stuff!  Thank goodness for DVR…otherwise I’d always miss out on the good stuff on television because of…life.

Don’t forget to check out the prequel mini-episode for The Day of the Doctor, here!  Oh my, they are such teases.  On the plus side it is only 5 days until the 50th!

Does it seem like I Love Geekology 101 has been taken over by the Doctor?  Well, yeah probably.  However, with the themed birthday party/ 50th Anniversary party happening at my house on Saturday, it sometimes feels like all my free time is taken with looking at, making, or thinking about something Doctor Who related.  I promise it will not last forever!

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Closing Out the Summer

(I’ve been siting on this post for a couple of weeks, sorry guys.)

View from campsite 10/2012 Robbers Cave State Park

View from campsite 10/2012 Robbers Cave State Park

On the first coolish, dry evening signalling summer drawing to a close, I decided to celebrate.  Usually, I head out to go camping in October to usher in the beginning of fall.  The kids, parents and I will take off for Robbers Cave State Park and I’ll pitch a tent by the creek while they stay in a cabin…or a hotel room. (Our idea of camping…differs.)  This year that’s not happening. (I blame the horse that threw my nephew last year…and the lack of cell phone service and wi-fi.)  I was already feeling the loss of a few days spent before a campfire on a cool evening just relaxing and enjoying…everything.  Now it was still a bit too warm for the sweatshirt wearing, feet close enough to the flames to nearly melt the soles of my shoes, and eeking every possible smidgen of warmth from the fire possible kind of an evening.  However, it was definitely cool enough for my capri pant and flip-flop wearing self to enjoy a bit of fire pit action as the sun set.

photo (51)Typically, for a evening in front of the fire pit, I’ll call up some friends, run to the store pick up fixings for s’mores, and mix up some kind of adult beverages.  This was not that kind of night.  It was a revelation that not everything has to be planned, and if I felt like a fire…light a fire. (However, it could also have been a realization that I did not want to haul the branches and other lawn debris to the curb after I finished up the yard work, it’s pretty cool outside, and I live in Oklahoma…let’s burn it. )  Not a bad looking blaze if I do say so myself.  (I have gotten a lot better at starting fires in recent years…not in a weird, arsony kind of way, but more in a I-don’t-need-lighter-fluid-to-get-a-campfire-started-anymore kind of way…I’m gonna stop talking about this now.)  Fallen branches, tree trimmings and things cleared away, I could kick back and relax.

photo 2How best to do that other than a drink and some music.  So, a cold adult beverage, a warm fire and The Clash gave me a chance to let the stress of the week go.  I would love to say that I did all this with my loyal dog by my side, but, apparently, he’d decided that I was a crazy person for being so close to the flames. The coward hid in the corner of the yard for the evening.  (Good to know I can count on him not to save me in case of a house fire.)  In my neighborhood, there are a lot of kids, and I could hear them playing outside, trying to squeeze every single bit of daylight out of their Saturday before being called inside.  Neighborhood dogs frantically barking at…whatever the neighborhood dogs actually bark at.

Dexter5For a minute, I debated whether or not to call a friend to share in the loveliness, but I decided that would be too much work for the grass clippings covered, dirt on her knees, scraped knuckled girl that I was at that time.  (Stupid sapling growing between the fences!  I may be a little bitter.  You know what an excellent remedy is for that kind of bitterness?  Burning the sapling.)  I was perfectly content to be alone with my thoughts and my music.  I watched the sparks spiral up into the darkening sky, and the stars came out.  That just topped everything.

Until nights like this, I forget to look up as often as I should.  I’m amazed by the number of stars visible, even from a city like Tulsa.  Every. Single. Time.  Astronomy and I never could get along well, and I can’t find most constellations even if you paid me. (They never actually look like bears or scorpions or…whatever.)  Since I can’t find traditional pictures, I make up my own.  No one else is likely to ever see them, and I wouldn’t be able to find them again if I go looking.  They’re just stories for tonight.

When I’m out camping, the night sky is flooded with stars.  There are so many that I can’t even create my own constellations.  All I am capable of doing is staring in awe of how big it all is, and it always puts me in mind of a quote by Carl Sagan.

English: Cropped from ‘Pale Blue Dot’, see bel...

English: Cropped from ‘Pale Blue Dot’,  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.” ― Carl SaganPale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

Wow, apparently I don’t even have to be outside by the fire, looking up at the stars to get all philosophical.  Maybe I just need to remember to look up more.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Art on the Square A.K.A. An Exercise in Self-Control

uticasquareI love art.  It makes me happy.  This weekend I made my annual trip down to the Utica Square shopping center for a birthday brunch with my dear friend and to peruse the local artists’ treasures.  Stonehorse Cafe is our usual haunt for these outings.  Their quiche is absolutely amazing and the ambiance is perfect for a lazy Saturday morning brunch, including mimosas, with your best girl friends. I always love the outdoor shopping at Utica Square even when the weather is less than perfect, but luckily for us, Saturday’s rain and cold temperatures burned away and it turned into a perfect day to wander the shops and booths.

Last year was incredibly cold and rainy, so it wasn’t nearly as fun to shop around.  However, I bundled up and “managed” just fine.  Okay, fine, so I kept saying I was finished looking because I was cold and wet, but then there would be another booth with some beautiful paintings and I’d get sucked back in again.  My perseverance paid off last year and I picked up a gorgeous piece that sits on my mantle now…okay, I picked up a few (five) smaller pieces too, and a couple of gifts for friends.  Did I mention I like art?

shcafe_outside2This year I picked up a few (three) pieces.  A photograph of Cain’s Ballroom.  Which as you may have guessed by my posts about the Alabama Shakes and Seether concerts is probably my favorite venue for live music in Tulsa.  A watercolor titled “Autumn’s Dance”.  I really love this artist’s work.  Last year, my budget was completely shot, but I did pick up a handful of note card sized pieces that I’ve framed to hang as a group.  It was so exciting to see her back again this year, and so hard to choose between “Autumn’s Dance” and “Grotto”.  Something about the colors just spoke to me in “Autumn’s Dance” though, and I couldn’t resist.  The final piece I purchased was not the one I went back to the booth to buy.  I went back for a painting of a man standing in the pouring rain with a red umbrella covering his face that I really loved.  When I went back, the breeze blew over this one, and when I picked it back up…done.  I had to have it.  Do you see all the self control I exercised?  Choosing between “Autumn’s Dance” and “Grotto” and again between red umbrella and the funky musician…I hated to leave the others behind, but…budget…fine, and another art festival in a couple of weeks.

photo (48)Along the way we ran into some very friendly alpacas that were there with a booth that was selling yarn.  We became good friends…well, until he tried to eat my phone.  All good things must come to an end, I guess.  Phone intact, I moved on to the next artist…and the Halloween store, which is actually called Margo’s, and the sell so much more than Halloween stuff.  That was just what grabbed my eye after I rescued my phone from the alpaca.  Oh my gosh, they have the cutest things!  I could have spent an hour just trying on the different hats. (Yes, I am totally that person.)

photo (53)Jenks, Oklahoma also does something similar with Art on Main, and I love walking through downtown Jenks with the artists set up in the street between all the antique shops.  It is a wonderful day that I usually try to spend with my Mom, but a budget nightmare…I usually forget I have a budget. That’s all well and fine until the bill arrives.  Then the cursing of my lack of self-control begins.  I still smile every time I see the art hanging on my wall, though.

Art on Main is in two weeks…how do you think I’ll do?

‘Til next time,

Jessica