Easel Ain't Easy » andy goldsworthy

Andy, you're a thorn in my sidebar.

Breena — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 00:07:21 +0000

After months of befuddlement, I finally figured out why my post entitled One Thing About Forsythia is wildly popular, globally speaking even, and has probably thrown a monkey wrench in any legitimate tracking of my readership. That is the post where I mention Andy Goldsworthy, and include a photo of his work. Well, if a person was to do a Google Image search of Andy Goldsworthy and scroll through the first page results to that particular photo, guess which location Google Image links them to? That’s right. Easel Ain’t Easy.

I feel used!

It’s not even fair, really, that this photo is bringing such traffic to my site, because I myself got the photo by doing a Google Image search. It’s not like I took the photo personally, and I certainly didn’t create the sculpture depicted there.

I can’t imagine this is interesting to anyone besides me, unless someone else tracks my stats with devotion (in which case, um, you’re a little strange!) but it’s one of those things I need to talk myself through. People aren’t coming in droves to read my blog, they are coming in droves to look at a photo that I didn’t even take. I’m tempted to take it down, but then again, maybe one in a hundred of those Google Image searchers stick around to read more. Maybe you are one of them?

Oh, Andy.

Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I’m only falling apart.

Breena — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 04:07:10 +0000

There is a lunar eclipse tonight! I stepped outside to look at it just now, and in the thirty seconds that I stood there watching the moon glow faintly orange and pink my hair froze into icy little Medusa locks (because I had run directly from the shower into the bitter cold to watch the eclipse!) It is cold these days. But you’re from Wisconsin, right? You knew that, right?

Are you from Wisconsin? I always assume that most people who read this are, but then I look at my stat counters and I become terribly confused (can you tell I am the kind of person who is confused by stat counters?) According to the stats I average about 80 hits per day, with visits from over 30 countries and countless US cities. This makes me a little bit skeptical. All of my previous blogs raked in about 6 or 8 hits a day, mostly from friends whom I begged to read my blog. I feel like I’m in the middle of some kind of digital hidden camera joke, maybe. Like, “Watch this girl’s face as she sees her numbers sky rocket! She been p4wned!” According to my stats, most of my traffic goes to a single post that I wrote a few months back, and if you’re curious it is this one. Some how I must have gotten locked into the Andy Gold$worthy circuit. That’s cool, I still like him, and I only misspelled his name just now so that I wouldn’t mislead the search engines to thinking this post had anything to do with him. And okay, yes, he’s the money. He’s so money and he doesn’t even know it.

Mostly I’m just nervous for my dental appointment in the morning. I’m having my tooth prepared for a crown. And by “prepared” I mean numbed and then sawed down to a little peg. Youch!

One thing about Forsythia.

Breena — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 00:11:04 +0000

There is a new trend this winter: people break icicles off of their houses and stick them pointing upright out of a snowbank, like spikes. I like this. I probably shouldn’t–I’m sure it is dangerous, but I like the aesthetic. It’s about time we did something creative with our icicles, where previously the British have outdone us, or at least Andy Goldsworthy has:

Andy Goldsworthy is The Man, if I may say so. Remind me to scan pictures of a project I did based on his work. In fact, I’m going to spend ten minutes looking for those pictures right now…

Well, I couldn’t find them. And after I gave up looking I went to pick up some dinner, so actually it’s been more than ten minutes that have passed and I’m sure you are just dying to know what this Andy Goldsworthy project of mine looked like but you’ll just have to keep on waiting. For now I’ll just tell you it involved Forsythia and a pool of mud, and yes, a clumsy neighborhood dog did come very close to destroying my vision, but no, he did not prevail.

Edit: Greetings friends from around the globe–it seems that this is my most popular post, and probably you reached it by searching for Andy Goldsworthy, and maybe you were disappointed to find I didn’t have much more insight to offer on the genius of a man. But maybe you would still accept my invitation to visit the rest of my blog, simply by clicking the magic link which is here. Thanks!