Official Deprecation

Since I haven't posted on this blog in well over a year I have decided to officially deprecate it. This blog documents our stay in Thailand and, oddly enough, is the #1 hit on Google for felting human hair. Therefore the blog will not be deleted, but restrictions are being tightened on comments to prevent the blog from sinking into a cesspool of spam links. If you wish to keep up with the family, especially Jami and the boys, please find your way over to  http://biciclettejami.tumblr.com/ where Jami blogs quite prolifically on crafting, Waldorf education, and other household matters. If you wish to follow my art please find it at  http://danelarsen.blogspot.com/.

Boy in a __________

Earthquake and Print Show

These past few months I've been working on a woodcut for a print exchange with kids from Booker T. Washington, a school in South Africa, and an adult printmaking group that meets at Booker T. most Tuesday nights. The goal of the project is to publish a bilingual coloring book for elementary school kids in the Qinghai region of Tibet, right where the earthquake occurred two weeks ago. Since the quake happened when school was in session a number of the casualties were the very children for whom we've been making the coloring book. There will be a show at the Crow Collection of Asian Art on May 13th from 5:30 to 7:00 exhibiting the work and raising money with the goal of getting the coloring book to those kids still surviving. Anyone in the Dallas area should try to make it out if they can.

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Weeee!

Shopping Cart

Snow

Loy Krathong at the Park

Tonight we celebrated Loy Krathong at the park with way more people than we imagined on 24 hrs notice. Best holiday ever, though we did miss the drunks slinging bottle rockets on the banks of the Mae Ping just a little.

R Tells a Very Long Story. . . With Explosions

Sand, Sticks, and Kittens

Kisses, Tina, and a Blue Rag

Which is More Frightening?

What would terrify a one-year-old more; a plush rocking horse, or getting merged into by an eighteen-wheeler? If you picked the plush rocking horse, you'd be correct. On night 1 of our vacation last month we stayed with one of Jami's very favorite people in the world (and her family, thanks, Harrows). There was a plush rocking horse in the living room which Rhus began eyeballing with a certain degree of suspicion. Thinking I was clever, I went over to it and began to pet it. Then I grabbed the handle and had it leap at me, while I hollered. Rhus freaked out. It took him about three minutes to stop shaking. The next day, on I-25 on our way to Aurora to visit another friend, an eighteen-wheeler merged into us, not once but twice.  He hit my door, I tried to get away, and then he hit our rear wheel and spun us ninety degrees to the left as he finally started braking. Rhus looked mildly interested, and then spent the next fifteen minutes waving at cars from the side of the highway.

In Silsbee and on the Beach

Double Fisting Mandarin Oranges

Crying in the Garden

A Delicious Teething Table

Hooray!

Tina and the Nopal

Rhus in Yellow

Drinking from a Cup