Category: house

  • Quote of Day

    There should be an alarm clock that wakes you up with the sound of a dog throwing up cat poop on a couch.

    – Jacob, who was awoken this morning at 5:30am by the sound of Sophie throwing up on the couch next to him. We surmised it was because she has been eating cat poop, but are not 100% sure.

  • fruit fruit everywhere

    Today as I biked through Champaign running some errands, I decided to be leisurely and leave room to notice what fruit trees I could.  To my delight I found serviceberry trees in several places, as well as mulberry bushes and trees, two cherry trees I didn’t know about, and even a plum tree!

    I was eager to update the Urbana-Champaign Fruit Map before I forgot the locations.  The UC Fruit Map is a community map on Google Maps, which anyone can add to.  Here’s what we got so far:

    Serviceberries, a.k.a. juneberries, marked with blue circle-dots, are turning purple in some places, seeing as it’s June already.  They are roughly like blueberries but have larger seeds which might taste like almonds.  Some call them even tastier than blueberries, but not me!  We have some in our garden, but they’re also found around town in droves, especially in landscaped areas around town in droves.

    Mulberries, marked in cyan circle-dots, are just coming in now. They tend to grow on the edges of lots, fortunately for sidewalk harvesters. Later in the season you can find them by the dark purple stains of fallen fruit on the sidewalks.

    Urbana-Champaign dwellers past and future, please enjoy the map and add what you know!

    UPDATE: I exported the kml file of the fruit map. KML is way of storing geographic data in XML. I’m trying to find a way to get the Fruit map on my handheld device, and this is a step towards that. Also its a way to get to the data on the fruit map without going through Google’s server each time. Link just tested it and it works!

  • Hi house.  Andrew & I have just arrived home from an 11-day stint in the Bay Area, mostly as part of the ensemble An Exciting Event, which got its name from our habit of putting everything together in a few days of very intense rehearsing.  In a week we worked up the Moondog Madrigal Puppet Show, a 90-minute extravaganza involving stick/shadow puppets, projections, 20 rounds by Moondog, and about 30 instruments juggled between 8 players.

    I was delighted to bring along the extra digital camera Heather loaned me recently.  Not only did I not lose the camera, but I even remembered to take some pictures with it!

    Bonny DoonOur first leg of rehearsals happened in this lovely house in Bonnie Doon.  It was a little cramped, but then again, An Exciting Event has a way of expanding to completely fill any space it occupies.

    We were fairly good remembering to break up rehearsing with run-around time, at one point playing pickup ultimate at UCSC’s Field on the Edge of the Universe:

    don't fall off!We shopped at a nearby farmer’s market and traded off making delicious meals:

    bean burgers in bonnie doon
    Dan, Robin, Jacob, Lembit, AndR

    Later in the week, we rehearsed at our performing space, a beautiful hall at the SF Community Music Center that Dizzy Gillespie reputedly held in high esteem, and we stayed in the immensely spacious basement of an office space being renovated (also very good for frisbee).

    Paul and AndR in dungeon

    One couldn’t be sure if the deterioration of our health and wellbeing had more to do with sleeping in “The Dungeon” or with our hectic practicing, but somehow we were able to muster up the wherewithal to give one heckuva performance Friday night, which was well attended and very well received.  Just ask Heather!

    On Saturday we were off to the Maker Faire, where we were shuffled around confusedly before getting into a nice roundsinging groove and making a number of udderbots to demonstrate.

    Sunday and Monday were filled with more informal activities and explorings and friend-meetings, including a Cybernetics/Somatics dinner party and a meeting with Tyson Ayers, musical healer and creator of such things as the Piano Cave:

    the piano caveThe top and sides of the cave are made up of the innards of upright pianos which are tuned to (among other things) harmonic series based on the sub-audible tone emitted by the earth when struck with a lightning bolt (!)

    That’s pretty much it.  Now we’re back.  So much to do.  My plan with the camera is to start a roadkill photoblog–we saw 19 roadkill on the trip from the Indianapolis airport–keep your eyes peeled!

  • Adventures of Sophie, May 28, 2009

    soph1Sophie’s been home for like a day, in the care and keeping of her human’s fellow LaCasans, and namely me in this case because I’m the only one home at the moment. I rather promptly lost her. Don’t worry, I found her and have already paid my Karmic debt for losing her to begin with.

    I came home from a root canal this morning (Karmic payment for something else) and had some groceries, so I propped the back door open to ease bringing them in and then spaced it out. Sophie came to visit me in my room at one point and she was a bit wet. I figured JP had taken her for a walk before he left and she was still damp from the rain wet grass. Considerably later I decided to eat something as my mouth was losing it’s numbness and I figured I could eat without choking or biting my tongue off without noticing. So, I’m fixing my food and start wondering where Sophie is. She rarely, or never, misses out on any kind of food preparation. I called for her and then noticed the back door, still propped open. Crap. I went out to the back yard and called and called to no avail. So, I got her leash, hopped on my bike and began a loosely systematic search of the neighborhood while all the worst case scenarios swirled through my mind, getting my mental knickers in a twist.

    I’d searched half the neighborhood when fortune seemed to smile on me. I noticed a Sophie-sized and beagle-shaped dog just across Maple Street. But, no, it was the wrong color. I called, “Sophieeee!” and it almost looked up from whatever it was intently rooting around in. Oh, it was Sophie. Hmmm. I called a couple more times and finally she came home with me. BUT! Really, she was the wrong color. Much more of a solid shit brown than the tri-colored pretty pup she usually is. And not only that, but didn’t smell like Sophie, even on a bad day. She smelled much more like the lower intestine of a bovine than a dog. I have no doubt in my mind that it was one of the greatest moments of her life to find someones manure pile. She showed her delight and excitement by grinding manure deep, deep, deeeeeep into every single inch of her little dog body. Not a spot was unsullied by poop. And I don’t mean the well composted stuff that doesn’t stink that much.

    So, yeah,I gave her a bath. Frankly one bath did not do it. She’s still slightly unSophie colored and definitely still has a powerful odiferousness, but for chrissake, I just had a freakin’ root canal, so I’m not overly excited about bathing her repeatedly. But I might.

    She’s bummed. I’ve washed some of the stinky goodness from her that she so assiduously collected and now I won’t let her lie on my bed. I’m letting her lie on Andrew’s, though (please forgive me whilst I inexplicably snicker here). Sorry Andrew. Hopefully it’ll all air out by the time you and Jacob get home. I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you, though. Or I guess I would.

  • house concert – This Must Be The Place

    Last Wednesday, May 13, we put on House Concert VII (seventh in “recent memory”), the final act of which was all of us La Casans covering the Talking Heads, This Must Be The Place.  Heather got the whole thing on her point-and-shoot; thanks Heather!

    More videos from Heather’s youtube:
    A New Inspired Poem, by Snow Leopard.
    This is the Title of the Story, read by Michael Phelps.
    Hoprock, by Jacob Barton.
    5 songs of fish (but in this instance, four), by Nodal Nim.

  • Things La Casa Likes 3

    HOTCOCK

    cock_sauce
    I was reminded of the house’s love of this spicy chili sauce when I came across this NYTimes article:
    A Chili Sauce to Crow About
    Some members of the house add it to everything. Everything!!

  • Satellite Images Updated for Urbana

    Up until yesterday, every time I checked out our town on Google Maps or Google Earth, I was frustrated by the low-res images that were in the database.  Well thats changed and now there are great images for Urbana, although they’re a year or two old.  (You can see the veggie-diesel truck in the yard from a former housemate)

    Satellite view of our yard, with labels
    Satellite view of our yard, with labels

    There are a lot of sweet GIS tools that Google offers through Earth and Maps that allow you to play with the images and add your own content layers.   I drew a path that shows my bike route to work everyday. Then I made a screen capture.

    My bike route to work
    My bike route to work

    GIS (geographic information systems) is an exciting field that has many possible community applications. La Casa member, Jacob, made this map last year that shows where all the fruit trees are growing in town. This is a form of community asset mapping. Pretty sweet.  What else can we do?

  • Garden Going

    We hope you will be tickled that the La Casa gardens biggest bed, the Rib, has now been turned over! And soon it will be home to the type of little green things that are popping up all over out there. If you want specifics, Ronna knows all.
    Rib picture coming soon?
    Don double digging the arc shaped bed

  • Green Porno!!! Yay!

    This evening a little more than half of us LaCasans were sitting around the kitchen table eating 123salsa when I happened upon a short article in Scientific American from last July about brief nature films the beautiful Isabella Rossellini was making about insect sex. It claimed she was dressing up as the insects and using cutouts and puppets to act out the, uh, insect sex!?! This sounded so delightfully absurd that I shared it with my fellows and Maria said she’d heard about them and proceeded to call up said short films on her laptop. Oh my god!!! And I do not say that lightly. We could scarcely believe our eyes  and ears. Okay, so perhaps for me the fact that I’ve had a crush on Ms. Rossellini (mmm, that Italian/Swedish accent) for many years (as has my youngest brother) adds a whole extra dimension of delight, but really, I’ve never seen anything quite like this. (If you’re unfamiliar with her, really, brush up on your knowledge as she’s an enjoyable actor with a heavy pedigree. Here’s the wikipedia page if you’re interested.)

    Anyway, to laugh that hard while being educated is a thing of beauty. Isabella is shameless and fearless in her portrayal of species bent on procreation, wonderfully naughty and absurd. Catch her smile as she portrays a fucking fly. There are two seasons now, the first dealing with insects, the second with marine creatures. Please, if you haven’t seen them, do a marathon! They’re very short, creative and wonderfully surreal:  Green Porno!

  • Across the street from the “center of the universe”

    As the Spring gets on, it seems like a lot of strange coincidences keep happening.  The other day while we were making eggs and potatoes for breakfast, we heard a gathering across the street.  We walked out in PJs, coffee in hand to see about 50 or so people gathered at the corner to see Roger Ebert’s childhood home dedicated with a plaque.  Mr Ebert himself was in town for his annual Roger Ebert Film Festival, and was there for the occasion.
    Roger ebert grew up across the street woah

    He walked around and greeted all those who attended, and several local notables spoke a few words.  I later heard that the woman who taught Mr Ebert how to read and write was there to congratulate him, but that may have been a rumor.  All in all it was a good start to the day, and our housemates were eager to tell friends about the event.  We like our neighborhood very much so learning that Mr Ebert was once very much a part of it is cool.  Growing up, my parents watched Siskel and Ebert a lot and would sometimes let me lay between them and watch too.

    I snapped the above photo with my cell phone and put it on my flickr page almost as a habit, and a friend commented.  She said, “Sweet! You’re living at the center of the universe: blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2009/04/410_east_was hington_stre…”  I didn’t know until this morning but Roger Ebert keeps a blog.  And its a great blog (as to be expected from someone who won a Pulitzer for his writing).  He recently wrote a very lucid post about growing up in his Urbana home, which is just two houses away from where we currently live at La Casa.  His post begins, “I was born at the center of the universe, and have had good fortune for all of my days. The center was located at the corner of Washington and Maple streets in Urbana, Illinois…”  Wow, tell me more.

    I’m sure a lot has changed in C-U since then, but many of the places he reminisces about also exist in my memories of this town.  I spent time on photography projects in the cemetery, snuck around Altgeld at night, the powerplant, the railroad tracks, cobblestone streets whose tree canopies must be at least 50 ft taller than they were back then.  His descriptions of the Urbana of 50 years ago are fascinating, and very much worth reading if you’re familiar with the area.

    Ebert was a writer for the Daily Illini, the same student newspaper where I worked during my undergrad years.  Although I didn’t write, I took photos.  I probably learned more taking photos for the paper than I did sitting through photography classes, mainly because it was an applied learning environment.  You really figure out the relationship between aperture and depth-of-field when you come back from an assignment and all your photos are blurry.  I can only hope that some day I will earn a Pulitzer with the skillz I picked up from the DI!  Ahh but with the digital age its hard to make a living as a photojournalist (not to mention a regular journalist).

    My housemates and I keep talking about connecting with the history of our Coop and our community in general.  Urbana has a very rich history of social justice and political activism.  We are finding that the interconnectedness of the online world is helping us do that, as we find old coop members through facebook and by way of blog comments.  Its really a fascinating process to witness, and knowing that there are people like Mr Ebert who keep a blog and seem to have a photographic memory makes me hopefully that there are many connections to still be made.

    Here’s a bit about our Center of the Universe.  We are surrounded on one side by the “Historic Neighborhood of East Urbana” and on the other side by a somewhat new grouping of condominiums.  Our yard, which is just shy of 3 acres, seems to be the biggest undeveloped lot in the area (and the largest patch of turf after the high school).  We are constantly wondering what used to be here and why no one built anything out there.  About a month ago, a permaculturist named Peter Bane visited us.  He grew up in Urbana like Mr Ebert and his grandparents used to grow a bit of food in their yard as well.  He had many stories to share about the neighborhood as it was.  He told us that our lot was the lowest point in the area, and the reason it was never developed was because it was probably too water-logged.  Now it seems to be the only substantial greenspace close by that isn’t a park.  Mr Bane taught permaculture to Rob who then designed and planted the garden that exists today.  We also heard from the owners of our house that a large community garden existed along the dirt drive the edges the property, but that was a long time ago.

    We’ve dug a few holes recently to put up a clothes line and the excavation shed some light on the history.  We dug through a layer of bubbly looking cinders from the coal that used to heat the house, probably from when Ebert lived across the street.  There is actually still a pile of coal in our basement and the foundation has the hatch that it was shoveled through.  These little things remind me of what was here before I moved in and the collective experience of a changing neighborhood in the middle of America.  I wonder if as a boy, Mr Ebert spent time in our yard as a lot of neighborhood kids still do.  Were there raspberries growing along the fence back then?

    The great thing about the internet (and Web 2.0 if you’re into that lingo) is that its conversational.  There are feedback tools like commenting and rating (often a thumbs up or down 😉 that allow for two way communication.  In reading Ebert’s post I noticed that he replies to many of the comments that readers leave, and so I can only assume that he is excited as well about the potential connections to be made through online participation.  In that spirit I’m going to comment on his post with a hyperlink to this one.  Thanks for your compelling stories from Washington and Maple Mr Ebert.

  • The Change of State Performance Project presents

    Come see Oakland-based Change of State Performance Project perform:

    “Take This House (and Float It Away)” 

    What will you do when the flood waters rise?

    UC-IMC
    202 S. Broadway, Urbana
    Thurday, 4.23.09
    8 p.m.
    $5-10 suggested donation (no one turned away)
    Allen Hall
    S. Rec Room, UIUC
    Tuesday, 4.21.09
    8 p.m.
    This tightly choreographed play raises questions about common attitudes towards water and “natural” disasters. A suburban couple grapples with- and denys the gravity of- the ‘storm of the century’ in a suburb of Sacramento. There will be 2 opening pieces by Urbanans: “hoprock”, for solo udderbot (an invented instrument) by Jacob Barton (that’s me!); and the multimedia-tastic “Water Finds Its Way” by Elizabeth Simpson. 
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    playbill
    We’ll also be finishing up the Midwest tour in St. Louis on Saturday:

    The Tin Ceiling Theater
    3159 Cherokee St.
    St. Louis, MO
    http://www.tinceiling.org/
    Saturday 4.25.09
    8 p.m.
    $15 ($5 discount for students, unemployed, etc)