6 December 2009 - 20:22Julie and the Monkey

Julie and the Monkey

Julie and the Monkey

For my second anniversary, my husband Bob surprised me with an oil painting…a portrait of myself.

This painting is based on two photographs.  Mainly, it is based on a photo taken of me, by Bob in May 2005 at an old-time music party near Charlottesville.  The other photo that was used in the painting was taken by Lynda Folwick in her backyard in August 2007. It’s a much better head shot of me than the one in the original photo, and Bob had the good sense to combine the two in his composition.

In the photograph that Bob took, we have just arrived at the party, and I’m so happy to be there.  I’m smiling at him as he gets up from sharing a beer with me to take my picture.  That’s his beer and bottle cap in the foreground, together with mine.  The toy gorilla is named Moogie.  When he senses motion, he starts singing and dancing to “Great Balls of Fire.”  The irises in the vase came from my garden, and I brought them along to brighten up my camp site.

When I first saw the photo, I told Bob that if he ever painted a portrait of me, I would like it if it would be based on this photo.  I didn’t know until the day he presented it to me on our anniversary this year that he had any intention of honoring my request.

I love this painting because it captures the feelings of joy and exuberance I experience when I am at an old-time music festival.  I hope that whenever I look at it, it will remind me of how I feel when I’m at my happiest.  I also love this painting because it reminds me that I’m married to a talented artist who understands and accepts and loves me.

For the artist’s statement about the painting, please go to Bob’s website:  http://www.bobcantor.com/paintings/Gallery2/images/Julie.htm

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25 October 2009 - 8:55Inside Kay Wigs

Window display at Kay Wigs

Window display at Kay Wigs

The window display at Kay Wigs is narrow, but crammed full of mannequin heads wearing wigs.  And not always the kind of wigs you’d expect.  These are wigs in colors do not appear naturally on any human head: pink, lime green, navy blue; many of them teased out five times the normal width of a human head.  Sometimes they sport fancy church lady hats and costume jewelry that I personally would not be caught dead in.  It’s not the kind of thing you expect to see on the street on Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C.

Since I work nearby, I look forward to the periodic changes to the window display, and wonder about matters such as whether someone actually purchased the purple bouffant wig, or what church the blue satin pillbox with the excessive netting is now attending.  Kay Wigs doesn’t seem to fit along that strip of Pennsylvania Avenue, between a health food store and the Hawk and Dove, an archetypal Capitol Hill Bar.  But I like that it’s there, and it was only a matter of time before I went inside and bought a wig.  In June, I bought a purple wig to wear while I hosted the Tacky Treasures Road Show.  With Halloween approaching, another visit was inevitable.

Last Thursday, I stopped by the shop to see if it would be open on Saturday.  While I was there, I noticed an enormous blue cloud of hair floating on top of a disembodied head.  I wondered, “Who would buy a wig of such unthinkable proportions and hue?”  I had my suspicions, and on my return visit, they were confirmed.

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A rainbow of page boys

I brought my friend Ellen to Kay Wigs on Saturday so we could shop for a little something to complement our Halloween costumes.  We descended the narrow, carpeted stairs into the tiny basement shop.  Half of the basement store is a showroom with wigs displayed on mannequin heads, shelved from floor to ceiling; the other half holds the counter and fitting area.  I saw a lot of wigs that were normal hair colors, but the overall look of the room was like a rainbow.  The display on the left as you enter the store was especially colorful.  It had even more unusual colors than the window: purple, orange, neon yellow.  There was a metallic green that reminded me of a car I used to drive in the 1970s.

Blue Beyoncé

Blue Beyoncé

I had hoped to see the giant blue wig again, but it was no longer in the showroom.  The most striking thing in the shop was a puffy aquamarine wig with hair draped all the way to the floor on mannequin head at the fitting counter.  The owner was in the process of styling it to a customer’s specifications, which later turned out to be a photograph of Beyoncé.  I asked if I could photograph the wig, and she agreed.  I extended that permission to taking photographs all around the shop.

Dolly and Beyoncé

Dolly and Beyoncé

Ellen hadn’t settled on what color wig she wanted to buy, so I let her go first.  She tried on a simple, blue-streaked page boy, which looked great on her.  Then she tried on a blue flip hairdo, which, with the right 1950s era dress, would evoke memories of Donna Reed (except for the blue hair).  Finally, she tried on a hot pink teased number that would have been perfect for a psychedelic Dolly Parton costume.  Ellen finally settled on the relatively tame blue page boy.

I was looking for a lime green wig, and the only one she had was the one in the window, which I had thought would be perfect until I tried it on.  It was a spiky style, and looked too much like a 1980s glitter rock musician’s do, and was longer in the back than I had realized.  Even though the owner said she’d cut the hair for me, I decided to keep looking.  I went back to the page boys (what a safe style; always in fashion) and eventually bought one in a lovely shade of [information embargoed until Halloween].

As the owner rung up our purchases, a man entered the store.  I knew immediately that the aquamarine wig was for him.  Maybe it was the way his eyes lit up when he saw it.  While he waited, he picked up a mannequin head with a purple bowl cut and admired it.  Fortunately, he didn’t seem in a hurry.  While I was signing the credit card slip for my purchase, the owner spoke to him, and then went into the back of the store and brought out the giant blue wig I had seen on Thursday.  I asked him if he had a stage name.  He smiled, and said, “Betty Blue Bubbles.”  Then the store owner asked him a question that almost blew our (Ellen’s and mine) minds.  She asked Betty, “Do you want me to bring out the really big one?”  Maybe Ellen and I should have stayed to see that one, too.  But our purchasing was done, and when I think about it now, the showroom was probably too small to hold us, the store owner, Betty Blue Bubbles, and three of her wigs.

The owner of the shop couldn’t have been nicer to us, and I plan to go to Kay Wigs for all my wig needs, whatever they may be.  If I ever need a wig because all my hair falls out, I might just go with the little purple bowl cut.

More photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tackyjulie/sets/72157622658039450/

Kay Wigs
325 Pennsylvania Avenue SE
Washington DC 20003
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25 February 2009 - 22:19Lost Washingtoniana: The Garden of Almanalogy and Astrometry

The Garden of Almanalogy and AstrometryAll that’s left of the Garden of Almanalogy and Astrometry is a two and a half foot concrete post with tiny mosaic tiles that trace the numbers 7, 13, 28 91.  In its day, the Garden, located in Northwest Washington, D.C.,  featured concrete sculptures and wooden placards demonstrating the concepts of a 13-month calendar that the Garden’s creator proposed.  Thirty-three years after Walter Rothe’s death, the Garden of Almanalogy and Astrometry (also known as The Calendarium) has nearly faded from local memory.

However, the current resident of the house on MacArthur Boulevard still gets the occasional question about the house which she bought ten years ago from an owner who told her nothing of its history.  After she moved in, passers-by began telling her what they remembered of the “Calendar House,” as it was known.  Still, no one had ever told her of the name of the man who was obsessed with calendar reform until I emailed her recently with my curious request.  I had found a reference to the Garden in an old guide book called Amazing America by Jane and Michael Stern, and wondered if there was anything left of it.  Taran Z kindly gave me a tour of the house, which is now home to her photographic studio (http://www.taranzstudio.com/).  We determined that the numbers on the post related to Rothe’s proposed  calendar: 7 days in a week, 13 months in a year, 28 days in a month, and 91 days in a quarter.

In 1947, confounded by the difficulty of knowing what day of the week a particular date would be, Rothe decided to fix the problem himself.  He came up with a 13-month calendar in which each month had exactly 28 days.  The 13th month would fall in the middle of summer, and be called “Solarius.”  Sundays would always be either the 7th, 14th, 21st, or 28th of the month.  But that only added up to 364 days.  No problem…Rothe added a 365th day, not part of any week or month, that would begin each New Year: Earth Orbit Day.  Every four years, another “extra” day would be added to the calendar called “Quadrennial Day.”  Another extra day would need to be added every 3,323 years.  But other than that, he dubbed his calendar “perfect.”

In 1954, Rothe’s “Universal Calendar” was one of several proposals before the United Nations in its search for a common calendar for all nations to use.  The debate was postponed at the request of the United States, representing the views of religious groups.  Christians, Jews, and other religions that observe the Sabbath every seven days, objected to any calendar that would disrupt the cycle, which the undated 365th day on Rothe’s calendar most certainly did.  The discussion at the U.N. was never resumed.  Rothe never lost faith in his calendar, and continued to promote it until his death in 1976.  He appeared on “To Tell the Truth” in 1964, and it is rumored that Einstein visited him at his home.

Rather than his convoluted calendar theory, it is the Garden that interests me most.  What must his neighbors have thought when he erected large concrete structures in his side yard with the numbers 7, 14, 21, and 28 and the slogan “Sundays Forever”?  Did they object to the 8-foot arch which honored Orbit Day, inscribed with the message “Climax Day after orbiting 687,803, 131 miles in 365 days at 66,000 m.p.h.”?  It would seem not.  I found several newspaper articles between 1955 and 1981 for which Rothe was interviewed, and none of them mentioned any conflict with the neighbors over his elaborate calendarium.

The Garden was actually located in two places over its approximately fifteen-year history.  It was created at Rothe’s home on MacArthur Boulevard in the Palisades area of Northwest Washington.  Later, he moved about a mile away to the Spring Valley neighborhood near American University, taking his sculptures with him.  A recent correspondence with the owner of the second property indicates that by 1989 (when he acquired it), there was nothing left of the Garden of Almanalogy.  It’s a pity that no one saw its value as a folk environment, and tried to save it.  I’m sure the American Visionary Art Museum would have loved to have had the sculptures, if it had existed back then.

A couple of interesting side notes to this story.  One of the articles about the Garden was written in 1966 by ace Washington reporter Carl Bernstein.  He moved on to more serious journalism after that, I’ve heard.  Another article was written in 1972 by Washington Post writer, Henry Allen.  It is this article that amuses me the most.  If you read between the lines, Walter Rothe comes across a quite a piece of work.  Speaking of the MacArthur Boulevard house, Allen writes:  “He has lived there for 30 years, since his German-born wife returned to Germany at the beginning of World War II.”  Maybe I’m being unfair, but I have to wonder how bad things were between them if she wanted to return to Germany during the height of Nazi power.  Later in the article, it is mentioned that “After he gets the world to adopt one calendar, he’d like to devise one religion for everyone.  ‘I don’t see why it can’t be done,’ he says.”

References:

Bernstein, Carl.  “Universal Calendar Lets Time Fly in Formation.”  Washington Post, Times Herald, October 30, 1966.

Allen, Henry.  “Hail Solarius!”  Washington Post, Times Herald, May 12, 1972.

Stern, Jane and Michael.  Amazing America.  New York : Random House, c1978.

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12 December 2008 - 7:50Useless I cannot toss it out

Form Before Multi-function

Form Before Multi-function,
originally uploaded by tackyjulie.

This lamp works, but I’m afraid to use it. The wires looked old, and I don’t know how to fix them. The venetian blind shade tells me this was probably made in the 1950s. The base is a phone (which isn’t supposed to work) but where the dial is, there’s a clock ( which is supposed to work but doesn’t). The hand set has a cigarette lighter in the mouth piece (just push that black button sticking out from the other end). I don’t smoke. You can’t use more than a 25-watt bulb for fear of burning the shade, and that’s not a lot of illumination. So for all these reasons, the lamp-clock-cigarette lighter is useless. But I can’t toss it out. Just look at it…it’s multi-tasking its heart out. It’s a monument to form DESPITE lack of function. It’s the anti-Bauhaus.

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4 December 2008 - 17:39Capitol Visitor Center

Capitol Visitor Center

Capitol Visitor Center,
originally uploaded by tackyjulie.

I took a walk around the East lawn of the Capitol yesterday, one day after the Capitol Visitor Center opened. I used to walk through the East lawn on my way to work, until six years ago. That was when work began on the CVC. There are quite a few changes, the most important being that the underground CVC provides a climate-controlled place for visitors to wait for their tour of the Capitol. In the summer, I used to walk by lines of tourists in the hot sun, and I felt sorry for them.

There’s a lot less lawn than there used to be. Trees were removed, and the signs seemed to indicate at the time that they would be returned. But the reality is that there is a lot more stone plaza and walkways than green space than there used to be.

If you didn’t know that the historic Olmstead landscaping plan has been lost forever on the East side, you might think it’s a pretty nice area. But I remember when the Kennedy Center used to put on noon-time concerts there, and I gather that we will not seen them there again. It’s not as pastoral and friendly as it used to be, but some of that has to do with the post-9/11 realities we deal with in Washington.

Yesterday, I took a couple dozen photographs around the Capitol and the Library of Congress, and posted them on Flickr.

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