senoritafish: (vendetta's slug)
Just doodled because I was going to try to replace the battery in my iPod, but Gareth was in the middle of a game so I couldn't look up the directions... and I hadn't done anything for N/C month at [ profile] brutalbusiness yet...

Title: Coffee & Tea
[ profile] senoritafish
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Nathan/Charles
Rating: G
Warning(s): Might keep you awake
Disclaimer: Not mine
Artist Notes: I asked someone what Nathan and Charles should be doing, and that person told me "Drinking coffee and talking about movies." Specifically District 9. Originally I was thinking just the mugs and their hands, gesticulating. Then I remembered I can't draw hands worth shit. And I still haven't seen District 9.

coffee & tea

Actually, I think Charles's preference for tea, if he were in the mood for it at all, would be the whole ritual with a kettle, a Yi Xing teapot and loose tea, something like Lapsang Soochong. But Nathan gets too impatient for all that and just wants the already-made Duncan Hills from the big urn in the corner of the kitchen, so Charles has to rely on method #2 here for his cuppa.

Up way too late because I just agonize too much about hitting that post button.

ETA: I was just reminded, that Nathan does drink tea in ep. #32 The Revengers, (aka Sickklok). He has a cold, and has a rather lovely red and black teapot sitting in front of him during the band meeting, with one of those little bear-shaped honey bottles. I want that teapot.
senoritafish: (dreams on a 'chovie can)

Another walk down to the pier with Angus. We always like to look in the window of this Antiques store, although it's usually closed when we come by. This china actually has Asian figures on it.

Huntington Beach CA
Canon EOS 1000D
25 April 2010

+3 )

11. china ☺
8. bike ☺

And that's it for my unintentional scavenger hunt pics. I think there's about five that will be intentional.
senoritafish: (Al runs)
(Warning - tea purists may be offended...)

Tea at Home:
  1. Fill kettle with filtered water. Set to boil.

  2. After water is boiling, add some to teapot to warm it.

  3. Pour out warming water (if you are good, you'll water plants with it). Add preferred loose tea to teapot; one spoonful for each cup and one for the pot.

  4. Add water to tea, allow to steep for five minutes (my father goes so far as to use a timer to the exact second; I am a filthy heathen who likes strong tea, and I've been known to let it sit for half an hour. The Australian family I once spent the holidays with referred to this brew as "poison.")

  5. Pour tea into fine bone china cup, add sugar, milk or lemon if so desired.

  6. Enjoy. Scones and lemon curd are nice, classical music, literature, or possibly the New York Times optional.

Tea at Work:
  1. Dig box of tea bags out of bottom desk drawer.

  2. Grab giant two-cups-worth mug from next to computer and head down the hall to break room.

  3. If dish soap is available, wash coffee dregs from mug. Otherwise, rinse thoroughly.

  4. Rip open tea bag packets and add 2 tea bags to mug since it's so huge - one will result in a dilute solution suitable only for watering your pothos.

  5. Run hot water tap until glasses fog up. If glasses do not fog up, you're pressing the cold water lever; fine for your water bottle or pouring in the coffee maker, not so good for tea.

  6. Peering over your now-opaque glasses, run hot water into mug, preferably directly on top of tea bag for maximum soakage.

  7. Allow to steep while walking back to your desk and while you run to the mailroom and the restroom.

  8. No lemon or milk available, so unless you want creamer, sip while spacing out during a conference call or analyzing fishery data trends...or procrastinating by writing an LJ entry.

  9. Enjoy the astringent feeling your teeth get. Dig around again in bottom desk drawer for your toothbrush and discover you are out of toothpaste.

  10. Leave tea bags in cup until finished with tea, then squeeze out and chuck in waste basket, unless your office is progressive enough to have a vermicomposter (mine isn't).

Brought to you by late afternoon Bigelow Constant Comment and Celestial Seasonings Red Zinger. Because Folgers, especially weak Folgers, is nasty.
senoritafish: (Jet - red)

This is one of the older buildings downtown, a block from the beach. It still houses an antique store and some apartments; at one point the complex of connected buildings appeared to be some kind of commune. I think author James P. Blaylock had this building in mind when he wrote Winter Tides (the story is set in Huntington Beach, although I don't think it's quite as good as The Last Coin, which is set in Seal Beach, the next town up the road). There has been major reconstruction downtown, and this is one of the few, sort of historical buildings left. As a mater of fact everything else on the block has been razed and there is now a parking structure butting up against the antique store.

The Hydrangea bush is over 80 years old, although a few people in my garden club have said it's over a hundred.

close-up )

Thank you!

Jan. 6th, 2007 01:23 pm
senoritafish: (Heart fish)
[ profile] bakayaro_onna, got your package last week, what a great surprise! Thanks so much!

The mutant potholders now reside on the side of the fridge, adding some much needed color to the kitchen. One of them posed for a picture with another gift...

Gifts... )
senoritafish: (easily distracted silliness)
[ profile] metalmensch, still like teapots? Check out this guy's stuff... I love 'em!
senoritafish: (dreams on a 'chovie can)
Haven't done this in a while. Every time I think about doing this, Tuesday is over with. This time, I started on Monday and still almost didn't get it done on Tuesday (ha! This sentence was actually written last Tuesday).

Hall Parade Teapot... )

Okinawa teapot... )
senoritafish: (perfect TV mom)
two more teapots )
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The balance of the spout and handle of of a teapot, with each other and with the body of the pot, is an aesthetic problem to which no artist need be ashamed to devote his attention.
- Sir Herbert Read, art historian and critic, from Art and Industry

(The teapot is) one of the great fetish objects of our time.
- Arman

Last Saturday was pleasant - we did finally get to the teapot exhibition at the Long Beach Museum of Art - and it was it was a lot of fun. While many of them were not actually functional tea brewing devices (made of beads or crocheting), or were much too large to serve as such, it was very interesting how wonderfully weird even a functional teapot could be made. There were quite a few Yi Xing style, sets of cube shaped pots which were specially made for Cunard in the 30s (less likely to tip over on a rolling ship), and several having humanoid shapes with the spout in imaginative places (I was showing my friend Carole the brochure for the exhibit, and she pointed to one titled Red Devil,and said "I don't think I'd be comfortable serving tea out of that one!" It's in the slide show here, I'll let you guess which one it is. ;) Then there were sculptures either made out of everyday teapots or with a teapot theme. I'd really like to get the catalog. The kids must have liked it too, because they've been running around with the brochure, pointing out various items and asking "How big was this?" or "Why does this lady have a teapot for a head?"

John's mother decided she'd like to go along as well, and treated us for admission and to lunch afterwards as well; very kind of her. I of course was the slowest, so she and the boys sat on a bench in a gallery which contained a collection of historical coffee, tea and chocolate pots, some dating back to the 18th century. Gareth made the observation, "These pots are really old, Grandma, just like you." She rolled her eyes, and said drily, "Gee thanks, Gareth." She's a good sport.

Doug came down later that evening and brought his friend Randy (I think, he's such the social butterfly it's hard to keep his friends straight track of them all). Doug was very impressed with what John has done with the house; especially when he saw our bedroom - his mouth hung open and then he turned around and told John "You deserve a big hug!" followed by a big squeeze.

He took us to The Crab Cooker in Newport Beach for his birthday, which makes me feel a bit guilty. But he usually likes to go out, and since we haven't been able to afford it lately he tells us he doesn't mind treating us. The Crab Cooker is an almost historical restaurant we've been going to since we were kids. There is a 14-ft. white shark hanging in the dining room, old paintings covering the walls, cramped tables with mismatched chairs, paper plates and plastic cups, breadsticks in containers on the tables and brusque senior waitresses, some of whom have wrked there for thirty years. On weekend nights, there's usually at least a 45 minute wait to get in, but you can get a cup of clam chowder while you're waiting if you're really hungry. However, I usually don't because it's Manhattan, and I prefer New England. Doug says he's tried to imitate how they cook at home, but he just can't get it right, so he's willing to drive down from West Hollywood and sit on a hard wooden bench on Newport Blvd. to eat off a paper plate.

Normally, after dinner we'd head across the boulevard, walk out on the Newport Pier, look at the deserted dory fleet on the beach (unfortunalely since I now work for a regulatory agency, I can't quite look at them with the same eye as I did when I was a kid). and take note of whatever people are catching. But Doug didn't get here until 8PM and it would have been nearly midnight before they got home, and small kids needed to go to bed. Another time perhaps. Good to see Doug again; however, when we go out in a big group I don't get much chance to talk to him.

And now, I won't mention teapots for a while because I'm sure you're quite sick of me going off about them. ;)


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