Framing, Grooving, Cringing
This girl was on fire the other day. I banged out three birthday list items:
Every year I like to try a new crafty thing or two. When I saw a Living Social deal for DIY picture framing a couple of months ago, I thought BINGO. And the place happens to be a 15-minute bus ride from my house and I’ve always wanted to check it out.
I got out ye olde poster tube to pick out a couple of posters to frame. This is ye olde poster tube:
I acquired this poster tube during my college European adventure in 1996. After my study abroad semester, my friends Daisy and Ellen and I ran around Western Europe as only broke, carefree 21-year-olds can. We bought a lot of art posters during our excursion and got so desperate to store them in a tube, we tried sawing a cardboard tube with a butter knife. That probably sounds dumb and/or weird, but at the time it was hysterical. So on our last stop in Paris, I found a proper poster tube. It has stored a random collection of posters ever since.
I decided to frame a tiny Guster concert poster and a 21-year-old poster that had adorned my walls during college. It’s a pretty poster announcing a music festival that my high school chorus sang in during a Czech and Austrian tour we did right after I graduated from high school.
I went to the Framers’ Workshop on a weekday, so it was fairly quiet. There are a bunch of workstations set up in the back of the shop. An employee helped me pick out frames and then walked me through the process. Another employee cut the glass and put together the frames, which was great. So I learned how to press the poster to get any wrinkles out, mount it on foam core, cut the foam core, staple it into the frame, glue paper to the back of the frame, and insert the hangers and wire.
Let’s put it this way: I struggled. You have to cut a lot of straight lines, which is one of the banes of my existence. The employee was very helpful and easily fixed all of my mistakes. The backs of the frames look like a drunk person put them together, but no one sees the backs, right??
The music festival poster is still at the shop, so I’ll post a pic later.
Every year I buy a CD of an artist that I don’t yet have in my collection. I’ve been building up my jazz collection this way. I decided to buy a Herbie Hancock CD this time around. How could this CD not be awesome?
It’s pretty groovy.
In the same evening, I watched All Quiet on the Western Front. It won Best Picture and Best Director Oscars in 1930 and is #54 in the AFI’s Top 100 films.
Wow. Another war movie. But this one is different. Many of the war movies I’ve seen portray the soldiers as stoic and heroic. They’re in a horrifying situation, but they are nobly fighting for freedom and aren’t we all so grateful for their sacrifice. Well, this anti-war film follows a group of young German men. Young meaning 16- and 17-year-olds. They get swept up in propaganda and volunteer to fight in World War I.
They have no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into. They die. Or watch their friends die. They sob out of sheer fright and freak out for various reasons: from starvation, from losing body parts, from killing someone. The acting is superb, so visceral. And the cinematography is great. I will never forget the final scene.
Well, this post is plenty long enough. So I’ll save my adventures in juice cleansing for next time…