Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Tuesday Bluesday

Leonard Cohen's "Almost Like The Blues" is the song for today. My pals took me to a place called Beer Geeks last Saturday and we sampled the geeky beer. I tried one called a 400 Pound Monkey and it was gross and moved onto a Vanilla Java Porter which was not gross. As I was drinking my non-gross beverage I noticed on their menu that they have something called Tuesday Bluesday. They have live Blues every Tuesday. Hmmm.....It's all good, I can share, but there's is still just almost Tuesday Bluesday.
I've been all over the place this summer and one of those places was to see where Captain James T. Kirk will be born. Why? Why the hell not, it's something to do and now I can say I did it. Riverside, Iowa isn't all that exciting but it was a cute little town that reminded me of Mayberry, but it was in colour.
This was outside of a "museum" or whatever it was. It was closed, even though the hours of operation posted in the window made it clear that it should have been open. Anywho, when I saw it I immediately had the urge to deface it and put a "w" in front of the name Rath and of course add Khan. Lucky for everyone I'm not into defacing property.
Here is the actual future birthplace of Captain Kirk. It's behind a beauty shop, or a barber shop, not entirely sure because it wasn't open. The directions stated that it was a barber shop but it looked awfully girly to be a manly type of place. It's definitely someplace one goes to get their ears lowered. You have to walk behind the building to get to this. Once there you have to avoid stepping on rotten peaches. It stunk something awful of fermented fruit and bird poo was everywhere. It was still fun to finally see it.
Once I finally made it home I was hungry. After all that traveling though I was too tired to cook. What's your go to meal when you're too tired to cook? Mine's either peanut butter and jelly or grilled cheese. I was too tired to cook but not in the mood for either. That is until I picked some tomatoes and fresh basil from the garden. That's when I decided to make a better grilled cheese sandwich.

Roma tomatoes. 


Pre-sliced mozzarella for when you're too tired to cook. 

Butter the bread and place on the gridle. Then add the cheese, basil and tomato on top. 

Voila, a better grilled cheese sandwich for when you're too tired to cook.

The book I read this week, Call For The Dead, by John Le Carre (accent on the e). It wasn't until I took the picture of the cover that I noticed it said, "This unusual tale of espionage introduces one of the most unlikely-unlikable heroes ever to master the sinister world of international intrigue."  That ain't lying either. I couldn't stand Geroge Smiley. What the hell kind of name is that anyways? Smiley. Absolutely could not stand him. Also couldn't stand his wife, what a hussy. Was it intriguing as it claims? Sort of. It's all about communism, espionage and a fat man named Smiley, who eventually grows on you, but much like a fungus. Ever know a person like that? They're invaluable yet you can't stand to be around them. It's a short read and I picked it up at the half priced book store for $1.00.  I got my dollars worth of entertainment at least.
Here's a pastel I was working on at a lake. This summer has been good to me with the weather and the great places to paint. I've had plenty of opportunities to practice painting clouds and water, two things that are harder than you might think. If I keep practicing I might get good at this someday.

Finally we're at the daily doodle. I scribbled this out late last night. A friend of mine was complaining about how there are too many people on Facebook posting pictures of their food, telling everyone what they eat all day and where they go and what they're doing at every minute of the day. I thought it was funny, peculiar funny not ha ha funny, that people do that. So in order to make it ha ha funny I painted what I ate. I have seen those jokes about how Cezanne was the original person who always shared what they ate and I think that's funny too. Honestly, fruit, food and all that are easy practice for a painter and can be funny too.

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