Monday, November 27, 2006
Windows, 2006. Oil on Panel, 12x16
We had a very nice, quiet Thanksgiving. The cooking went smoothly, with the exception of the the stupid turkey. Perhaps we were a little late getting it into the oven or perhaps it ALWAYS takes longer than the estimates according to the weight of the turkey suggest. So for whatever reason, we found ourselves eating at 7:30pm, which is dangerously close to my non functional time of the day. Despite that, we had fun and Doug and I enjoyed hearing what the kids are thankful for. Family, friends, our pets, and cheese (my son is kind of quirky) were some of the highlights.
On Saturday I spent some time going through the papers on my desk and came across a list of hits to my blog that result from google searches. I had been keeping track of them because they were so funny. I am sure that finding my blog as a result of some of these searches must have been a real disappointment. With the exception of the ones looking for me of course. heh.
Here are some of my favorites (they are exactly as entered-my comments are in parenthesis):
understanding men crabby (uh, yeah, good luck in figuring that out)
my husband works too many hours
oppressive & censored
seedy bookstore sex (I couldn't figure this one out so I looked it up-it linked to this post where I described artist Nan Goldin's work, thankfully it didn't refer to me because well, my mom reads this)
did hippies wear dreadlocks
boy tights (a result of mentioning that I put my son in tights for Halloween)
how to sew a magician's cape
mod podge (I sang its praises once)
woodstock (of course people are searching for my very favorite place!)
attending Raffi concert on broadway (ok, I am sure that I have NEVER mentioned Raffi, maybe concert made it come up)
A whole slew of hits looking for fellow bloggers and artists that I have mentioned and which are my best shot at getting repeat visits:
francis livingston (a lot of people are looking for him!)
barns Wolf Kahn
And relating to a post about art materials safety, the one where I discussed toxins in my studio:
safe to use turpentine while pregnant
turpentine, oil paint paranoia
toxin of oil, turpentine
oil painting when pregnant
My discussion of a Paul Simon concert last summer still attracts many, many searches for:
paul simon in a turkey suit
saturday night live turkey suit
who wore turkey suit on snl (must be a youngster)
still crazy after all these years turkey
and endless other variations on that particular performance.
But the all time winner of the most mistaken hits to my blog resulted from my posts concerning the death of our hamster. Let me first say that I have been really shocked to learn that there are so many horrible health issues with hamsters. I thought we had it bad just because I had to trim Fluffy's teeth once a month. Sheesh. These poor people.
hamster funeral (I get tons of these)
lump on hamsters chest
odd growth on hamsters back
kids hamsters funerals
open sore hamster mouth
watery eyes hamster
growth on hamsters lip
can hamsters go blind (only if they masturbate, sorry couldn't resist:-))
And the best one, AND most disturbing:
hamsters butt is bleeding will it die (I am guessing yes)
So there you go. Clearly I should be talking more about art and artists instead of prattling on about dead hamsters and Paul Simon if I ever want to increase my return visitor stats.