tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86664946010248388522024-03-05T17:42:05.106-06:00All About ArtUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-31312030547774247862011-08-07T20:22:00.005-05:002011-08-07T20:32:17.765-05:00We've moved.hello faithful followers and friends. <div><br /></div>You've probably wondered where I've been these past few months. Or perhaps not, since my blogging frequency is sadly infrequent sometimes. Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I've moved my blog and integrated it with my portfolio so it is all being managed through the wild wonderful world of wordpress now. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cove2red.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/we_have_moved.jpg?w=459&h=359"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 459px; height: 359px;" src="http://cove2red.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/we_have_moved.jpg?w=459&h=359" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I will be deleting this blog altogether in a month or so, so please update your bookmarks, subscribe to my new feed, post comments, and feel free to check out my portfolio as well. <br /><br />My new blog is located at <a href="http://hannahfhudson.com/blog">http://hannahfhudson.com/blog</a>. questions? I also have a contact form on my website (for those of you who don't have my email) <br /><br />ciao!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-5850296652761217252011-05-26T20:53:00.005-05:002011-05-26T21:01:53.170-05:00Something GOODLast month I entered the illustration contest "doodle something good in the world" from GOOD magazine. I've been a fan of their for a long time. If you've never heard of them, you seriously are missing out. Check them out at www.good.is. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I didn't really expect to win and I didn't, but apparently they liked my work enough to post my work on their site along with 47 of their other favorites! <div><br /></div><div>Here's what I submitted:<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijj2xCRoA3FnoaaWA5DXDcQUC3TUmTLVhapWxOnDIYCzdCN4f6PQFPGgA336IOSgAkaWTy8MK_er67IistgDgvUl4kbzSrX5hKCEUIqZl1hNhhaQaCO9ch4JOskr0EQAMSaID1rMW7hKs/s320/bike_wind_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611209831875083346" /><br />You can see the other pieces along with the three winners <a href="http://www.good.is/post/winner-doodle-something-good-in-the-world/">here</a>. I'm number 8 in the slideshow.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-55150762625525767072011-04-22T13:16:00.012-05:002011-04-22T15:15:08.111-05:00Sarah<div>So, I had another opportunity recently to shoot (photograph) a friend for some professional portraits. It was fun not only to photograph this beautiful lady, but also to use my camera again. It's been a little dusty recently.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqK3zAO4eLBijP6F1e7Hg8WJ8PfH4Yo8PFEu-ddX0pCXJGAm3dnR1cuy6U6ML5TeI682BUOEtrITIRoz_NP2r0Gr_8v1VEN96GePj_b7holcvVmpTXRRwKarZbu8WmYqnYRxaQDCDftsI/s1600/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%252821+of+27%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqK3zAO4eLBijP6F1e7Hg8WJ8PfH4Yo8PFEu-ddX0pCXJGAm3dnR1cuy6U6ML5TeI682BUOEtrITIRoz_NP2r0Gr_8v1VEN96GePj_b7holcvVmpTXRRwKarZbu8WmYqnYRxaQDCDftsI/s200/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%252821+of+27%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598503375119060354" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQ74ltonPxOdg4iG8I_4IseN-Wb7QFz63bXK9zFfJ1z2mLvejGs9C48h-eelp2rnSP9LKj5LLM-XmVSUdTUvfwNu_uW-jzvncbUm8y_RDvf8lQwkIfZnLtKY4erSUeYkw_kGhwYjLgy4/s1600/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%252820+of+27%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQ74ltonPxOdg4iG8I_4IseN-Wb7QFz63bXK9zFfJ1z2mLvejGs9C48h-eelp2rnSP9LKj5LLM-XmVSUdTUvfwNu_uW-jzvncbUm8y_RDvf8lQwkIfZnLtKY4erSUeYkw_kGhwYjLgy4/s200/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%252820+of+27%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598502065303525730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lzwOabxhSLNsQIvYtVUJTdNVq9Ph1wq2hNjCEDKSR_eCo9fOxiMK9rDGJIBKbc3VrwKcL2FFjVEYxmxA1xVXH3Dh15H0ENIRuDrUiYxybwAnmGwZV6EhAT9kRMbAiLdui-CwJD0a-ZQ/s1600/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%25283+of+27%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lzwOabxhSLNsQIvYtVUJTdNVq9Ph1wq2hNjCEDKSR_eCo9fOxiMK9rDGJIBKbc3VrwKcL2FFjVEYxmxA1xVXH3Dh15H0ENIRuDrUiYxybwAnmGwZV6EhAT9kRMbAiLdui-CwJD0a-ZQ/s200/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%25283+of+27%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598501436395301106" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrc8gHYqEaDLMplvlyYIjDnRcGdKeLeGcjhi-zfYz2SRzrNkYUn9CR6FTEDnXktyMYGsPN-Rov2FH9PW5Vw1qKEBJm2Fl5PDyn1PpV8APV1fqcddIDwKVphKEOp9AY_WKCL6F8uFPIVeo/s1600/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%252850+of+65%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSFKkYCXgpIw-H0_baD-1qy3T-frRusEzyZl1RhmGGJu6mk_YoTtMYix6lwloLlN2JcPGRcwT0_Vc-OVv6mw6f9zXjcjL2aBIOiqvdRZESWVYjYmiSH6QJnlvzIUIi76Zyn7AKIIaPqw/s200/Sarah%2527s_professional_portraits_+%25282+of+1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598487287755089554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbjHP7lMcarA4lowpmA7qMVrnQyI2CJ0LeXEWkFltnDHBUB2opps3s1JO2mEg7lO2iVTDYFpG5IT4S_2Vz3oIhGZA55SImKd9V_C8mjgmJ5hQKSvxOdlAwld75k8V7WHy2EB2Hu_NpJU/s1600/Sarah%2527s_crazy_portraits_+%25287+of+1%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbjHP7lMcarA4lowpmA7qMVrnQyI2CJ0LeXEWkFltnDHBUB2opps3s1JO2mEg7lO2iVTDYFpG5IT4S_2Vz3oIhGZA55SImKd9V_C8mjgmJ5hQKSvxOdlAwld75k8V7WHy2EB2Hu_NpJU/s200/Sarah%2527s_crazy_portraits_+%25287+of+1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598477764200964418" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-31351251474988072552011-04-22T12:16:00.011-05:002011-04-22T13:09:33.531-05:00The adventures of Marshmallow Man {part 1}<div style="text-align: left;">So I thought it was high time I posted some art I actually created and what better way to start than with marshmallow man! He's a great little guy I happened to come across the other day and he was nice enough to let me follow him around and take his portrait. He's actually really famous in marshmallow circles and I was honored he chose me to be his photographer. He's really good in front of the camera and I didn't feel that he was posing at all for me; he was just in his natural element doin' his thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, Marshmallow Man is very sensitive about his image and made me promise to post these disclaimers before I show anything. the photos you are about to view may contain material too sensitive for children and those easily shocked. ( you see, marshmallow man has this one quirk - he doesn't like to wear clothes - so all of these shots are au natural). Also, the content of these photographs are in no way any endorsement of the activities happening herein. Patent pending. All rights reserved. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, on with the show:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEmpIM08p5MWPLxq7H-qkQERHVoeAH9YD2z_u1E94_6aJo3CgoDw75g2H4UwW-RSAE-nXVAFfC5f0LWx7kCNMTv6Vs97EI_wk2Hc4kG2fHyUKt-p8mG60y5rICLn7kUxBXOto3DdX3aw/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25285+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462635877532466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Meet Marshmallow Man. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEFkbvAQIfcv9j1InB2HPl57e7WVV-KbARuQQh95YPsP9kRCpQlNbwhF1gO0OagR68uIk6CD7VSwX_hZ_1psfqh0cImLgXKl3QDzGpQnvjpuV3zfW2O_Sbd-4op71gofJGjmrwdyNsos/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252811+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEFkbvAQIfcv9j1InB2HPl57e7WVV-KbARuQQh95YPsP9kRCpQlNbwhF1gO0OagR68uIk6CD7VSwX_hZ_1psfqh0cImLgXKl3QDzGpQnvjpuV3zfW2O_Sbd-4op71gofJGjmrwdyNsos/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252811+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598467969857960674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a>Marshmallow man works as a bartender most nights. Here is is bar-tending for some of his friends.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1RMT8w09fybnTfu7JoLXvy6t8SEMh9lHWu_3SbDjFf9U_7MMaJ_JA5M-V_TfOO_8fjYjO5nylTO92sxxVAjXKJy_rkDjxhof1bbD3h_8aOsxGZpO3YWw8kiRg45LsvFMxZ9QbVIGiVw/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25282+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462609854069506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Sometimes he sneaks a couple of drinks himself - on the house of course. Here he is swaggering home one night after having a little too much to drink. (Drinking always makes his feet swell up)</span></span></div></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIqPsd3dMagZigyc9uc3_5hOg8eb2218xeymG0woWOkQ6XdukIoLvGrNcIvE1G9TrgkmzuP0UA7Cx3_H9z9fFitP1ydeUFVwjWPnIx_pTUieSXQ8U1zOcTFGBcU1GJNjKkeGlihkMbYk/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25284+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462630859099874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></div><div>Here he is trying to break through a window. He's a wild man.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRflqcr5R5orCoWFvwMhVtmpxDI5EUZ3pEK-8rtxIV0-6JORuYLGjMu4oDhiXjrfif4u4-83emqkq__c6vpqdMEWv0LcG5jjwjDNPwIemLZ3YQDFn3x9sJ0cePQVDwn22yES0Mx8tmWk/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25281+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRflqcr5R5orCoWFvwMhVtmpxDI5EUZ3pEK-8rtxIV0-6JORuYLGjMu4oDhiXjrfif4u4-83emqkq__c6vpqdMEWv0LcG5jjwjDNPwIemLZ3YQDFn3x9sJ0cePQVDwn22yES0Mx8tmWk/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25281+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462616478192594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div>Trying to light his foot on fire, and succeeding. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeEHAEp_cZ96_AsVvy2AzMDIb-QZNlFr6VIpA1scsINDuinEM4xUfdYiaWUGAqUKXwxDxZB8wuiPnUd0x0nD6ZNTLN-GtssCLJELyyMFSEoyTO6Rlpg4MeszqeoMP5TDJUWW5dyOEKiA/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25286+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeEHAEp_cZ96_AsVvy2AzMDIb-QZNlFr6VIpA1scsINDuinEM4xUfdYiaWUGAqUKXwxDxZB8wuiPnUd0x0nD6ZNTLN-GtssCLJELyyMFSEoyTO6Rlpg4MeszqeoMP5TDJUWW5dyOEKiA/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25286+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598465475121060546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a>Marshmallow Man going into the Devil's Larder. No Marshmallow man! Don't do it!<br /><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCM2qIsa_nnx2bdj2nsYoUp16a36iaD2Xbw5owQ-W7fJo2qkeM69WfxxgW0qbuwA0qKjaH6UJ65D3sHgF50KimI9D35LduPHDGMXsqSWh0SsKaDPyiDCGinvOkuuqjF_UeDr5r17lw9QU/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25283+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598462619589914034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></div><div>After way too many drinks one night (you can always tell by his feet) he "sees the light" and promises to change his ways. (Kind of like the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conversion_of_Paul_the_Apostle">apostle Paul</a>). </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcZ3iQNvTGg3EWYMQ_M0muxYqp3c3WHwnT09WYLIQ2FJuyckomJLgAfFztiap-FFLAx9E6PQfkfLa1hcJvSReCADvHv-6-nOyIKtLDFeeN9mAqv2jxWKvpRfywF8_PjtQrUUyRFZZgjQ/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25287+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcZ3iQNvTGg3EWYMQ_M0muxYqp3c3WHwnT09WYLIQ2FJuyckomJLgAfFztiap-FFLAx9E6PQfkfLa1hcJvSReCADvHv-6-nOyIKtLDFeeN9mAqv2jxWKvpRfywF8_PjtQrUUyRFZZgjQ/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25287+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598465479418710226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a>So after he gives up his wild life, he's not quite sure what to do with his time. Then he realizes you don't have to drink to have a good time. So he becomes friends with some pandas.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeEHAEp_cZ96_AsVvy2AzMDIb-QZNlFr6VIpA1scsINDuinEM4xUfdYiaWUGAqUKXwxDxZB8wuiPnUd0x0nD6ZNTLN-GtssCLJELyyMFSEoyTO6Rlpg4MeszqeoMP5TDJUWW5dyOEKiA/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25286+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEmpIM08p5MWPLxq7H-qkQERHVoeAH9YD2z_u1E94_6aJo3CgoDw75g2H4UwW-RSAE-nXVAFfC5f0LWx7kCNMTv6Vs97EI_wk2Hc4kG2fHyUKt-p8mG60y5rICLn7kUxBXOto3DdX3aw/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25285+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjltcoOKgDFwoc6PcilzsjPh8aCJ8eYHeJOY2LvsaafGaNVwvc5JrgI_jaBL2fLFFiWTXsbUNPlDLfLVq9rKugni3GtHZiO8_TIWd3_2HKopEw5_Wcc1Zxg5ODJl58f6cqzgD7J__cDWjs/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25288+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598465491706562738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Here he is trying to hug a panda. It's hard to hug one party's arms don't bend and the other party's arms are joined together. </div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLfHsh2ViQh0H2AZWvv_qEwJqhH1u9_IfmvydPd0wEvVjpfPDra6GNaIb4jovp_p_D9K-uQNJxKjzxrfy5R8yVnjp988IyV34eyYta9SVRja7ffVGUg942meflMdW2YEzMK6GBFXEsTA/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25289+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLfHsh2ViQh0H2AZWvv_qEwJqhH1u9_IfmvydPd0wEvVjpfPDra6GNaIb4jovp_p_D9K-uQNJxKjzxrfy5R8yVnjp988IyV34eyYta9SVRja7ffVGUg942meflMdW2YEzMK6GBFXEsTA/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25289+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598465492274117842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a>Marshmallow man loves baths. And don't judge just because it's a martini glass. He's given up those ways. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjltcoOKgDFwoc6PcilzsjPh8aCJ8eYHeJOY2LvsaafGaNVwvc5JrgI_jaBL2fLFFiWTXsbUNPlDLfLVq9rKugni3GtHZiO8_TIWd3_2HKopEw5_Wcc1Zxg5ODJl58f6cqzgD7J__cDWjs/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25288+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQ9uIlFNIRVSeOIx9fdstqiLfqFI98PL69l-I9KrXB0FpRHc8CIzYY3pBeSGUIzSygJ5NMvC18bQFPc-m0AdGPAUrMi5EbQy5VY2T_OwLMzqrnxk48VYU-BiCA8IKzxvHL6eWzEZdDkc/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252810+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598465498681835794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Marshmallow man hates mice. He's deathly afraid of them. He faints whenever he sees one. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfnslr-DUouk_4j8pakze8Eu9Dgj6hyGwy1Z-1FEm-c3aNwpGxL3k3SUqTjAiaPUd5NfRxMnEcwJk4RvfI51yK6TsLIs813kKQUUfkwRFbB0_Wi0VaU6nq_uJukdKlngJjeqVm-8Y-G8/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252815+of+1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598469927456913122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Especially mice with cheese. </span></span></div></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviIKrZIUHL15ZyrqogfozWvDQ8Za31AydKbfh71rzNLsOI_Sl32NX4j9ubVRNf07FL2dBX9YBRIxuHsto836gZkgqP1oZafnLyqr3c3hmsbgVZJxIe2vV8hD4zJq9wUzlBqz6xtBMyY8/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252812+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviIKrZIUHL15ZyrqogfozWvDQ8Za31AydKbfh71rzNLsOI_Sl32NX4j9ubVRNf07FL2dBX9YBRIxuHsto836gZkgqP1oZafnLyqr3c3hmsbgVZJxIe2vV8hD4zJq9wUzlBqz6xtBMyY8/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252812+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598467973852695250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Here he is doing his yearly measurements- he's now over 2 1/2 cups tall! (don't ask). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkis0k3O9lJ8pxCttP-sRuVFX02tJWc0hE3SFm3_n1qvdt6hI0B82lJfOOmeOHH1fZ8Gn446STM6tB8rNUkrPtBuii3K_XiTrnp3gG9UHcU3bP1BCAtpMng9Zs7TyZX2WbUALNvmsyyPc/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252813+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkis0k3O9lJ8pxCttP-sRuVFX02tJWc0hE3SFm3_n1qvdt6hI0B82lJfOOmeOHH1fZ8Gn446STM6tB8rNUkrPtBuii3K_XiTrnp3gG9UHcU3bP1BCAtpMng9Zs7TyZX2WbUALNvmsyyPc/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252813+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598467975314408658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a>I asked marshmallow man if he knew what hot chocolate was and he'd never heard of it. So I made him a mugful. Here he is meeting hot chocolate for the first time. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhxrMdsfljlfz32MmUIFKY9kdIxG23TI2bV9WqWX4tJdY7HVaf7GvF1DmV7hP9Mi9PE0rEcRL-wF1Y3IyONkPtUYije3RfRFxeaYFL7_FB4oDLrNjXF5uFqSiMMilaaOXkcct6agrSbw/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252814+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhxrMdsfljlfz32MmUIFKY9kdIxG23TI2bV9WqWX4tJdY7HVaf7GvF1DmV7hP9Mi9PE0rEcRL-wF1Y3IyONkPtUYije3RfRFxeaYFL7_FB4oDLrNjXF5uFqSiMMilaaOXkcct6agrSbw/s320/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252814+of+14%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598467980879860706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: left; ">It was love at first sight. I warned him though not to stay too long otherwise he'd dissolve. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviIKrZIUHL15ZyrqogfozWvDQ8Za31AydKbfh71rzNLsOI_Sl32NX4j9ubVRNf07FL2dBX9YBRIxuHsto836gZkgqP1oZafnLyqr3c3hmsbgVZJxIe2vV8hD4zJq9wUzlBqz6xtBMyY8/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252812+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Well, that's all for now folks. Let me know if you've spotted Marshmallow man in your area and what crazy feats he's been up to recently. Hopefully I'll be able to book another session with him soon. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQ9uIlFNIRVSeOIx9fdstqiLfqFI98PL69l-I9KrXB0FpRHc8CIzYY3pBeSGUIzSygJ5NMvC18bQFPc-m0AdGPAUrMi5EbQy5VY2T_OwLMzqrnxk48VYU-BiCA8IKzxvHL6eWzEZdDkc/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252810+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwLfHsh2ViQh0H2AZWvv_qEwJqhH1u9_IfmvydPd0wEvVjpfPDra6GNaIb4jovp_p_D9K-uQNJxKjzxrfy5R8yVnjp988IyV34eyYta9SVRja7ffVGUg942meflMdW2YEzMK6GBFXEsTA/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%25289+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhxrMdsfljlfz32MmUIFKY9kdIxG23TI2bV9WqWX4tJdY7HVaf7GvF1DmV7hP9Mi9PE0rEcRL-wF1Y3IyONkPtUYije3RfRFxeaYFL7_FB4oDLrNjXF5uFqSiMMilaaOXkcct6agrSbw/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252814+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkis0k3O9lJ8pxCttP-sRuVFX02tJWc0hE3SFm3_n1qvdt6hI0B82lJfOOmeOHH1fZ8Gn446STM6tB8rNUkrPtBuii3K_XiTrnp3gG9UHcU3bP1BCAtpMng9Zs7TyZX2WbUALNvmsyyPc/s1600/mm_firstseries_by_hh+%252813+of+14%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-20918442037528997522011-04-20T16:42:00.002-05:002011-04-20T16:46:48.468-05:00Get around TownI simply<span style="font-style:italic;"> cannot</span> get enough of this song. I heard Revolver in concert a few months ago. It was actually their first tour in America and the first stop in the tour. Thank you <a href="http://redpalacedc.com/">Red palace</a>. They were great in concert and ever since then I've been listening to them and growing in my appreciation for their music. They have lots of other great songs, but this is simply my favorite. I could listen to them all day, but that would probably drive my coworkers up the wall.<div><br /> <div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nt9EYSpzlTg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div><br />Now tell me you're not hooked too.<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-91029622396403763542011-04-05T20:14:00.009-05:002011-04-05T20:35:28.180-05:00petite lap giraffeSo I heard about this series of direct tv ads circulating the internet featuring a petite lap giraffe and had to check it out. The giraffe was just as adorable as promised and apparently the ads have also spawned a website where it gives more details about how they are raised on this Russian farm. You can check it out <a href="http://www.petitelapgiraffe.com/">here</a>. Be sure to go to the about page for more information on their diet and grooming needs.<br /><br />Some videos for your viewing pleasure:<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-vHT6b7u1_Y" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" width="410"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AkMsSIjQXxo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" width="410"></iframe><br />I love how on this one, when he turns on the tv, the movie that's playing is Twilight.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-61750694500588566312011-04-04T06:54:00.004-05:002011-04-04T07:04:06.192-05:00One ArtHere's a great poem for today. you can read pretty interesting interpretation of it <a href="http://reginaldshepherd.blogspot.com/2007/09/art-of-losing.html">here</a>.<h2>One Art</h2>by Elizabeth Bishop <div><br /></div><div>The art of losing isn't hard to master; <div>so many things seem filled with the intent</div><div>to be lost that their loss is no disaster,<br />Lose something every day. Accept the fluster </div><div>of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.</div><div><br /></div><div>The art of losing isn't hard to master.<br />Then practice losing farther, losing faster: </div><div>places, and names, and where it was you meant </div><div>to travel. None of these will bring disaster.<br />I lost my mother's watch. And look! </div><div>my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.</div><div><br /></div><div>The art of losing isn't hard to master.<br />I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, </div><div>some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.</div><div> I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.</div><div><br />-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture </div><div>I love) I shan't have lied. </div><div>It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master </div><div>though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-22072384361790561882011-03-27T09:18:00.001-05:002011-03-27T09:21:20.838-05:00Spring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4OLE5rn6BGyNqzC4ZOqBNrciDxGgzg64fzXsHT7DEZvWNSKbU2t8rqmwVx3HCIFIYcZUm8NEFHBYCjXfQG0AlIgRyF2pGW04ViJ74RrkViDQsdHFTiVCRKhK3e4X6JZjfvEPO3ayEo0/s1600/spring+flowers-2394.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4OLE5rn6BGyNqzC4ZOqBNrciDxGgzg64fzXsHT7DEZvWNSKbU2t8rqmwVx3HCIFIYcZUm8NEFHBYCjXfQG0AlIgRyF2pGW04ViJ74RrkViDQsdHFTiVCRKhK3e4X6JZjfvEPO3ayEo0/s400/spring+flowers-2394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588764376608424002" border="0" /></a><br />Spring is here. I can see it everywhere. But more importantly, I feel it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-68665742782090987822011-03-22T20:34:00.001-05:002011-03-22T20:35:43.352-05:00Lamp loveI want this lamp. Seriously.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePrj9ZJpJT-ph-h1sE_hAUNiMqMwUM2U9OIjhaizBxWxCVPoVyuXZaUgC3EyevgGlVQAuxNScSX_GDOCImIdxLyk-v5ArEVOGQN5YB1_0ZgYKxmQw7VffQS_H2yG3z8fPTe4JSqc5xFg/s1600/Thibault-clothesline-pulley-bedside-light.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePrj9ZJpJT-ph-h1sE_hAUNiMqMwUM2U9OIjhaizBxWxCVPoVyuXZaUgC3EyevgGlVQAuxNScSX_GDOCImIdxLyk-v5ArEVOGQN5YB1_0ZgYKxmQw7VffQS_H2yG3z8fPTe4JSqc5xFg/s400/Thibault-clothesline-pulley-bedside-light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587082841756115538" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-17645547078987099722011-03-08T21:44:00.004-06:002011-03-08T22:09:10.950-06:00hannah - in musicSo, I first started off this post as a comment on my friend <a href="http://mylifeintentional.blogspot.com/2011/03/music-monday-laura.html">Laura's</a> blog. But then it go too long. So I decided to make a post of my own. I took the music challenge where you search your name in music and see what comes up. There was quite a mix.<br /><br />Let's see, first there was a song in french by les cowboys fringants that seemed to be a bit romantic although you never know what those frenchies are saying underneath the pretty exterior of their accents.<br /><br />Then there was "hannah" by Robin Trower. Don't worry I've never heard of him either. Didn't care so much for the style of music - kind of weird punk rock- like a song from across the universe soundtrack, but diggin' the lyrics at first... hannah walks in beauty like the night, etc. But then it got kinda wierd. stangely similar to that laura song-<br /><blockquote>"Hannah, distance surrounds you everwhere<br />Hannah, living in memories I can't share<br />Living a life, wide as the sky"</blockquote>Then there's the pretty famous song hannah by Ray LaMontagne. I've known this song for a while, but never really studied the lyrics. This particular verse kills me:<br /><blockquote>"Her Papa he was a preaching man<br />And the Lord is hard to please<br />So she comes down from the ozark hills to these very streets to roam<br />With a banjo and a bible and a fine tooth comb"</blockquote>There are so many more I could mention. I'll just pick a few of my fave's.<br /><h2>Songs with hannah in the name:</h2>"Lovin' hannah" - although it's sung in praise by a women, it IS sung by a woman in a very whispery breathy voice so it is a bit creepy. Maybe the singer should have watched <span style="font-style: italic;">she's </span>just not that into you.<br /><br />"hannah's conscious" the album is called the knife and again very upbeat and techno-ish.<br /><br />"hannah t" by the Coma's. Interesting name.<br /><br />"Vegetarian restaurant" perfect. I"m not sure why this one came up. Perhaps it is because it's also in The Knife album. just had to mention it. And of course it's all instrumental.<br /><br />Just in case one hannah isn't enough, there's always "hannah hannah" by I hate sally. My friend <a href="http://mylifeintentional.blogspot.com/">Laura</a> would probably enjoy this song knowing her tastes in music. Very screamo. I don't even pretend to know what they're saying.<br /><br />Ella Fitzgerald sings "hard hearted hannah". Sad. But the lyrics are pretty funny. Here's a sample:<br /><blockquote>"They got a gal there, a pretty gal there,<br />Who's colder than an Arctic storm,<br />Got a heart just like a stone,<br />Even ice men leave her alone!<br /><br />They call her Hard Hearted Hannah,<br />The vamp of Savannah,<br />The meanest gal in town;<br /><br />...<br /><br />I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan,<br />There was Hannah pouring water on a drownding man! "</blockquote>"dear hannah" by metro station intrigued me. Another tale of woe regarding my namesake. Dear hannah is not exactly the high brow of society here.<br /><h2>Artists with hannah in the name:</h2>This artist is called <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hannah Fury</span>. The album I listened to was called through the gash. Hannah's can be quite violent I suppose. Their song never look back is kind of a mix between a christmas jewelry box sound and the cranberries stripped of their rock-ness. It has the same strain of hormones.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Hannah & her sisters</span>. Not to be confused with the movie hannah and her sisters. I listened to you keep me hanging on, again more techno club music.<br /><br />Then there's always the band <span style="font-weight: bold;">kill hannah</span>, can't say I care much for their name.<br /><br />I also found a band simply called <span style="font-weight: bold;">hannah</span>. They have a nice techno upbeat sound - great for clubbin or contra dancing. It's all in swedish or something though so can't comment on the content of the songs.<br /><br />And I would be much amiss if I didn't mention <span style="font-weight: bold;">hannah montana</span>. That's pretty much how I introduce myself now, so people remember my name. It's sad that the mnemonics I resort to reference such a sad part of modern culture, but hey, its good for a beat right?<br /><br />So, in summary:<br />Don't <span style="font-style: italic;">kill</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">hannah</span> or mess with <span style="font-style: italic;">hannah & her sisters</span> or you will receive some <span style="font-style: italic;">hannah fury</span> either from <span style="font-style: italic;">hannah</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">hannah montana</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-27804935998652017892011-02-27T14:37:00.004-06:002011-02-27T14:47:20.613-06:00old music lovesI knew a girl in high school who was a very talented musician. I even bought a cd she made. Last night I was in the mood to hear more of her music so I found her website and played the song Tree that she had up there. Needless to say I loved it and also her other stuff I hadn't heard before including her music from when she was in a quartet which is<a href="http://www.peppermillrecords.com/pm017"> available for free download</a>. She has such a lyrical quality to her voice and her lyrics are also awesome.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16284154" frameborder="0" height="227" width="400"></iframe><p>Tree-olive green Anna from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3966255">olive green anna</a> on Vimeo.</p><p>Way to go Anna!<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-11524057462461966082011-02-27T14:12:00.004-06:002011-02-27T14:25:35.134-06:00if a body catch a body comin thro' the ryeI just finished rereading The catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. It is one of my favorite books by one of my favorite authors. Anyway, I love the passage in the book where he explains what would make him happy. For those who don't know the entire book is very pessimistic the the first person narrator Holden Caulfield has a bleak outlook on life. Practically everything depresses him. But the redemptive passage is when his sister asks him what <span style="font-style: italic;">would</span> make him happy. It's so beautiful I think it makes sense that it would be the title of the book. I've included it here:<br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote>Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and <i>catch</i> them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.</blockquote></span>The reference is from a poem by Robert Burns. It is also quite a beautiful poem.<br /><blockquote><h4>Comin Thro' The Rye</h4> O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,<br />Jenny's seldom dry:<br />She draigl't a' her petticoatie,<br />Comin thro' the rye!<br /><br />Comin thro' the rye, poor body,<br />Comin thro' the rye,<br />She draigl't a' her petticoatie,<br />Comin thro' the rye!<br /><br />Gin a body meet a body<br />Comin thro' the rye,<br />Gin a body kiss a body,<br />Need a body cry?<br /><br />Gin a body meet a body<br />Comin thro' the glen,<br />Gin a body kiss a body,<br />Need the warl' ken?<br /><br />Gin a body meet a body<br />Comin thro' the grain;<br />Gin a body kiss a body,<br />The thing's a body's ain.<br /> <p> Gin a body kiss a body<br />Comin' thro' the grain<br />Need a body grudge a body<br />What's a body's ain<br /><br />Every lassie has her laddie<br />Nane, they say, ha'e I<br />yet a' the lads they smile at me<br />When comin' thro' the Rye<br /><br />Amang the train, there is a swain<br />I dearly lo'e mysel'<br />But whaur his hame, or what his name<br />I dinna care to tell</p></blockquote>I'm working on an art piece for this novel, but it's not at a place where I have much to show right now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-354816079135779262011-02-05T21:48:00.004-06:002011-02-05T21:52:51.770-06:00black swanRecently saw the movie Black Swan with natalie portman. It's up for best picture at the Oscars this year. It was a beautiful window into a dancer's life and how there's more to it than meets the eye of the audience. Of course, it's dramatized for film, but I think the themes are beautiful. Here are some sketches I made after wards.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDxWnEW1momy0QNINRi7dS3Y1hS33PpzWg7j8_epojpi9Lh8AesdAzJoXyBy_nr1uOvJLueFdLsMQNQoJ-nlB8H8ZTTRLe2EHs7zK2wxYrA3vtH6oLUJbtKDfj7LLmWO8tW3bdAlfFUM/s1600/ballerina.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDxWnEW1momy0QNINRi7dS3Y1hS33PpzWg7j8_epojpi9Lh8AesdAzJoXyBy_nr1uOvJLueFdLsMQNQoJ-nlB8H8ZTTRLe2EHs7zK2wxYrA3vtH6oLUJbtKDfj7LLmWO8tW3bdAlfFUM/s320/ballerina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570418659429382962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTk-HcxVvgdAjWUh2tDAk51C_QbZe2ZTmJFWqcURBEldOrUmaEKjlcAZHLeSnJllsO8TGcItgy1hIp9hiRuzZu_h5525Tb6FL-mFTckvNLO6JVKSVE6iyBZa_MvF6rh2qBCWbNhi7cEk/s1600/black-swan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTk-HcxVvgdAjWUh2tDAk51C_QbZe2ZTmJFWqcURBEldOrUmaEKjlcAZHLeSnJllsO8TGcItgy1hIp9hiRuzZu_h5525Tb6FL-mFTckvNLO6JVKSVE6iyBZa_MvF6rh2qBCWbNhi7cEk/s320/black-swan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570418663065270898" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-85241149567272644092011-01-30T20:13:00.003-06:002011-01-30T20:24:30.314-06:00struggling to find a projectSo, I've been struggling lately to find a project that I can commit to and be passionate about. I really enjoy packaging and copying things from real life, but I'm don't just want to copy <a href="http://theokbb.tumblr.com/">someone else's idea</a>. If you have any thoughts or ideas for me, please share. Meanwhile, some recent work:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNcQoA1zYKcMCALVPcVy1T941juDDHceHD00HfKNYjdYWGrtp6Ogrky21hCvbqAtS-O18YN3iIlzy7ohs0_SS50YNTU_WqwuH8nm58KeRPCuqbY180VQKjIqpyWwcCXagFoL6nFjuFoI/s1600/tazo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNcQoA1zYKcMCALVPcVy1T941juDDHceHD00HfKNYjdYWGrtp6Ogrky21hCvbqAtS-O18YN3iIlzy7ohs0_SS50YNTU_WqwuH8nm58KeRPCuqbY180VQKjIqpyWwcCXagFoL6nFjuFoI/s200/tazo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168842070487250" border="0" /></a>Love love love the tazo brand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgB5gpPsuux3mKy20uWHEYx0MEtTHT6sqmo2yGM2xnvCmoqHUPrEJJFGbscDmMZFvPiwgVNV16_njv9hBRdXJKzjM4P-0OJu1Bd1PBzx-GB2Qg2EYxkpyk1hFcqK3Bk6XQyvNcWoIExA/s1600/mac_n_cheese.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgB5gpPsuux3mKy20uWHEYx0MEtTHT6sqmo2yGM2xnvCmoqHUPrEJJFGbscDmMZFvPiwgVNV16_njv9hBRdXJKzjM4P-0OJu1Bd1PBzx-GB2Qg2EYxkpyk1hFcqK3Bk6XQyvNcWoIExA/s200/mac_n_cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168837145115794" border="0" /></a>classic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKjEyq-0Bc3S4griuyJfJjhJeh08p3eqCkafXehkwBlCnwvYuAxsxuoR4rTmvOT4GGNdC0jEU9Ts__KwhubVfEWfwOK2tecM_gHOieh2vbE2J7lBw7xsPumLFvN6ZPprpq8t156hHHlw/s1600/jewlery_box.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKjEyq-0Bc3S4griuyJfJjhJeh08p3eqCkafXehkwBlCnwvYuAxsxuoR4rTmvOT4GGNdC0jEU9Ts__KwhubVfEWfwOK2tecM_gHOieh2vbE2J7lBw7xsPumLFvN6ZPprpq8t156hHHlw/s200/jewlery_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168833007184818" border="0" /></a>My jewelry box.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-55986271900186916262011-01-15T14:52:00.003-06:002011-01-15T15:11:09.393-06:00latest activitiesHello all. Here's what I've been up to recently.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5l8j6Z2-S2kqGRLb_W55YH1FAhx2n4BhDyZNqntpAhg45RuHe9Y3yqxggzBKC5Uhq9TBWgOeXdDw54IMn1_HtvtnWhsy9k8xuTFrlCrKJWW0Y-hPtw3a0zmGb6mCUuHujdWPJTckg0dA/s1600/_MG_1617.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5l8j6Z2-S2kqGRLb_W55YH1FAhx2n4BhDyZNqntpAhg45RuHe9Y3yqxggzBKC5Uhq9TBWgOeXdDw54IMn1_HtvtnWhsy9k8xuTFrlCrKJWW0Y-hPtw3a0zmGb6mCUuHujdWPJTckg0dA/s200/_MG_1617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562520457913669906" border="0" /></a>Me at my desk<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8reFTZ_xtBanFMgviqqy45GSQ0HNY22FmFWmEbK8bQyvDS_HkWBO8PDfKbrzaHPpVZkMHs3CC42MV1B5oXztqMpMN3mZ-CKxRFHL3wUUGesoSAgWqSx_RZweoMqSPGBxSnf_GniU9Dk/s1600/_MG_1591.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8reFTZ_xtBanFMgviqqy45GSQ0HNY22FmFWmEbK8bQyvDS_HkWBO8PDfKbrzaHPpVZkMHs3CC42MV1B5oXztqMpMN3mZ-CKxRFHL3wUUGesoSAgWqSx_RZweoMqSPGBxSnf_GniU9Dk/s200/_MG_1591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562519552841148818" border="0" /></a>my desk<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWREd_2X1zWsvA_PSR-8jEsmOLNk2UNnm7-54vw7iKs66XD-YOpKYIvcRx3uHJwoXH9z9YPC8a3GEGefF-1-e4UVQFPEKb6nIpKzjGGFd9gNuMpZcgMWatvri6uC7BPu7mWg1lmYwoCc/s1600/_MG_1609.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWREd_2X1zWsvA_PSR-8jEsmOLNk2UNnm7-54vw7iKs66XD-YOpKYIvcRx3uHJwoXH9z9YPC8a3GEGefF-1-e4UVQFPEKb6nIpKzjGGFd9gNuMpZcgMWatvri6uC7BPu7mWg1lmYwoCc/s200/_MG_1609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562520452022845666" border="0" /></a>A new set of colored inks from the art store. Very exciting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbojDm4JASjqWAnCEgMxKUIG-r6G4fVQGkrVio_E30_fzr8Z7JM2iy0u6zqlZkjjhCMOJzFki_s_7Hp99HOJkNLIEDEdouQQdvYCkdoQ3EdmYpTtscaGrrwSlY_3M0KZDVAMKh4x49IM/s1600/_MG_1606.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbojDm4JASjqWAnCEgMxKUIG-r6G4fVQGkrVio_E30_fzr8Z7JM2iy0u6zqlZkjjhCMOJzFki_s_7Hp99HOJkNLIEDEdouQQdvYCkdoQ3EdmYpTtscaGrrwSlY_3M0KZDVAMKh4x49IM/s200/_MG_1606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562520448215840946" border="0" /></a><br />some cards I made:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpY69i5FyLI5zWE9f2SF289mbG9so5Jko9WCjQ6l6K5XoNbmw4rODkgdmjBvcY4moqNWXryzdQkZ448jJzSe0ARdt5cQfKCCRjgfFvLxJsGNE9rBDRNbB8izSlV7zbkmRa4I4QOueuXw/s1600/_MG_1628.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpY69i5FyLI5zWE9f2SF289mbG9so5Jko9WCjQ6l6K5XoNbmw4rODkgdmjBvcY4moqNWXryzdQkZ448jJzSe0ARdt5cQfKCCRjgfFvLxJsGNE9rBDRNbB8izSlV7zbkmRa4I4QOueuXw/s200/_MG_1628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562519563562143714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTp5tyM3CTMR8SQ9S-nsK5ILrFkj57p4r0HCvicQRLMpKSTKuwDxLFOf1BBN5g8QiANvAgqxRU8sFJ5DwOacHODt67aTkw7_yHVGzQ5ui-tiw4MQm45WqpYgCm1k62BS2CUSpVITUrZYg/s1600/_MG_1626.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTp5tyM3CTMR8SQ9S-nsK5ILrFkj57p4r0HCvicQRLMpKSTKuwDxLFOf1BBN5g8QiANvAgqxRU8sFJ5DwOacHODt67aTkw7_yHVGzQ5ui-tiw4MQm45WqpYgCm1k62BS2CUSpVITUrZYg/s200/_MG_1626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562519564057438210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TyL9ktsJxei16FiUh4quAkWUUsgw4IA-cAYEF6W3ad2iyCQ08n_P1k6QR02ucOizL_dyQAZpvv_bYjxHGVswqz0vQ7h2L3dePpKHxKCiOcUtlgNmOfrUw0ZBqyyHGmUwGpCbLsKaLFE/s1600/_MG_1623.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TyL9ktsJxei16FiUh4quAkWUUsgw4IA-cAYEF6W3ad2iyCQ08n_P1k6QR02ucOizL_dyQAZpvv_bYjxHGVswqz0vQ7h2L3dePpKHxKCiOcUtlgNmOfrUw0ZBqyyHGmUwGpCbLsKaLFE/s200/_MG_1623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562519561893717698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjri2hHIypqiO8rWkyAv7fOkaiMH4pgZxTi_Fx7D3hGMJJLiUAcWYI9V7EMUfpruwMR-yxwkNmkVFd6jhm5C71EP9JNMph-dHhMILaH9LCITzz0x_09dnfVRUdghmGfqe0ETTEZcwprIng/s1600/_MG_1599.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjri2hHIypqiO8rWkyAv7fOkaiMH4pgZxTi_Fx7D3hGMJJLiUAcWYI9V7EMUfpruwMR-yxwkNmkVFd6jhm5C71EP9JNMph-dHhMILaH9LCITzz0x_09dnfVRUdghmGfqe0ETTEZcwprIng/s200/_MG_1599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562519556634735170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8reFTZ_xtBanFMgviqqy45GSQ0HNY22FmFWmEbK8bQyvDS_HkWBO8PDfKbrzaHPpVZkMHs3CC42MV1B5oXztqMpMN3mZ-CKxRFHL3wUUGesoSAgWqSx_RZweoMqSPGBxSnf_GniU9Dk/s1600/_MG_1591.jpg"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-30238654662020899532011-01-02T20:38:00.004-06:002011-01-02T20:44:11.090-06:00Past and Future<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGBDI1UKYUFqB46GAhAseoVeIHsjfjGmPVEUTOcmarzOC4Did2uXBSf_gCAq5CEbVjIPoiCKsx8H9Q0dXAbfFm0KRAXqHZ_J2bN2ZxdF4glTpg6lJy0u-OOYZK6vbr54fiLxEkuA2LHk/s1600/states.jpg"><br /></a>I've been doing something this break about where I've been and where I want to be in the future. This is kind of the result of that. It's very simple and broken down into image form, but symbolic as well. I drew the states free hand and just made up the type and then scanned it in to the computer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGBDI1UKYUFqB46GAhAseoVeIHsjfjGmPVEUTOcmarzOC4Did2uXBSf_gCAq5CEbVjIPoiCKsx8H9Q0dXAbfFm0KRAXqHZ_J2bN2ZxdF4glTpg6lJy0u-OOYZK6vbr54fiLxEkuA2LHk/s1600/states.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGBDI1UKYUFqB46GAhAseoVeIHsjfjGmPVEUTOcmarzOC4Did2uXBSf_gCAq5CEbVjIPoiCKsx8H9Q0dXAbfFm0KRAXqHZ_J2bN2ZxdF4glTpg6lJy0u-OOYZK6vbr54fiLxEkuA2LHk/s320/states.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557784088297467826" border="0" /></a>I'd like to know where you've been and where you would like to go. Feel free to share in the comments. Also, can you tell what all these states are? :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-24546386641445278442010-12-08T22:22:00.006-06:002010-12-08T22:29:40.340-06:00drivers with hearts, unigniteable wood and Martha's lipsI know, I know, I've been a bad blogger. First rules of blogging are: do it. And I've slacked off a bit. But I'm back! For now anyway. Here's my latest tales. Sorry no artwork or pictures to go along with this one, but they're coming. Believe me.<br /><br /><br />So, today was the second day of my not having a bicycle. So, I became the average commuter and walked the 20 min. walk to the metro (or train system for those unpolished highlanders who've never visited the great city of washington) ride the metro for 2 stops south and then walked the 10 min. walk to work. After work I walked the 10 min. walk (which is also freezing by the way, even below freezing) to the metro, rode the metro 2 stops north and then waited for the bus that would drop me off right by my house. I love that bus, it's just very unreliable. The number 12, it goes right past my house, but the whole system is like ... ok if you were walking in a field and you found a watch... oh never mind. anyway, you can always count on it to not be on time. So, I get the bus and get home 30 min. prior to having to arrive at my first community group meeting.<br /><br />Backup- I go to a church now that is in the city, but has small groups in various locations. There is one that is 5 min. away from the metro. The opposite direction from me. So that makes it a 25-30 min. walk in my bicycle-less state. I decided to visit one. Tonight was my first time. So, after I arrive home and thaw my fingers out and generally go about doing nothing for 10 min. in the stupor that I always seem to have when my mind isn't actively engaged in a focused activity I realize that i haven't done much of anything productive and now I am going to be late for my first meeting. It starts at 7:30. It is now 7:15. So, I put my two coats back on, my gloves, my scarf and leave my house. The bus system doesn't seem to be existent so I start the 25-30 min. walk. Just as I'm about 12 min. into it, the bus comes lumbering up behind me and alas I am in the middle of two bus stops. So what do I do? Start running. Thankfully, bus drivers have hearts too and he stops just right where he is, so I backtrack a little and glide onto the bus.<br /><br />So, I finally arrive at the house where this groups supposedly meets. I thought it was the corner one, but that was completely boarded up, so I go over to the next house. It is completely dark inside with the curtains drawn. The tangerine arched doorway doesn't help matters. I ring the bell. Nothing. There is a plastic stick of some sort taped to the frame that I can only conclude is for people to take off and hammer the front door with, so I take the hint that the bell doesn't work and I knock. The door opens quickly inward and a man with a beard stands before me... There are candles lit in various places in the room and a very pathetic fire is trying to grow in the fireplace. There are others in the room but it's hard to make out because it's so dark. My first thought is seance? I've never attended an anglican church before so I don't know their practices, and they do seem to lean heavily on the ritual, and in the email that I got from the leader before coming there was talk of some sort of silent meditation. I half wanted to bolt. But I braced myself and entered the darkened abode.<br /><br />It was then that I learned that there seemed to be a strange sort of power outage only affecting that solitary home. ....strange. I met Ben and Laura inside. The man who opened the door turned out to be the leader, Bryon {pronounced brian}. Laura is his wife. We make small talk about the local robberies and crime chases with helicopters while Bryon made valiant attempts at lighting that unigniteable wood. Meanwhile there is thumping in the corner and I see a cage and so work up the courage to ask? Oh, yeah, it's just the rabbits. Then Laura is trying to rally the group to give up and go to a restaurant with real working electricity I feel a bumping and nudging on my ankle. Oh, yeah, it's just the rabbits.<br /><br />So, we all board the white prius in the driveway (I think her name is Rosie?) and make the journey to... of course... the tastee diner. Although I don't know where the the comes from since it wasn't on the sign, but they were all very insistent about the the part of the name and kept saying it with that specific emphasis. I had never been to this one and they did in all fairness warn me that it was like the classic diners of however many decades ago that made our country great. Sure enough there were booths with jukeboxes in each one, tiled floors, gaudy decorations hanging from the ceiling, those silver napkin holders that hold napkins so thin that they practically fall apart in your hands and small enough that you can't even fold them to make a decent layer. Oh, and not to mention the waitress. I have never seen a person smile less in so little time. She wasn't openly hostile or angry, it was just the unenthusiam that was overwhelming. Of course, if I was named Martha and was probably over 60 years old and worked the night shift at a diner I would be unenthusiastic too.<br /><br />After we are seated at a booth Bryon says to me, "oh I can finally see your face, nice to really meet you" and I look up and there's this person that i'd seemingly never seen before. It must have been that dark in the house and then he was the one driving so I never really got a good look at his face. The whole group decided to get burgers. Except for me of course who doesn't eat animals. Just their products as Ben pointed out. I opted for the hot cakes {which if you've never heard of, don't be alarmed, I'd never heard of them myself until last year when my good farmer friend introduced me to them, they're really just fancy name for pancakes} with chocolate chips of course. What good are hot cakes without a little bit of chocolate? And keeping up with that them, I ordered the hot chocolate which was promptly delivered.... as Martha was walking away from the table I had to lean over and whisper to laura, "is it for here or to go?" It was a styrofoam cup which was then placed in a china mug which was sitting on a matching china saucer. I suppose I should have been grateful that they gave me the amount of a to go cup with *almost* the class of a dine-in china cup. I was just very unsure... maybe Martha's been working here a little too long. ... So, we made it our goal to make her smile before the night was through.<br /><br />We get underway with "business" as this is an intentional time of community and proceed to share.... (brian comes up with all the topics each week).... our best high-school memories and our worst college memories. Interesting choice Bry. It was a pretty thorough icebreaker since I learned so much about the few people around me that I'd known just about as long as I'd known our waitress.<br /><br />After, or rather in the midst of our sharing since we didn't exactly follow a strict format, Laura asked about last sunday's church service and what was talked about since they were helping with children's church downstairs. I cringed since I had been asleep, not only for the entire sermon, but the entire service almost. Granted, it's harder to fall asleep when standing and singing, but it is possible. I don't know what came over me that afternoon- maybe just the fact that it was an afternoon on the weekend and my body demands naps not strict attention paying. Anyway, needless to say I did not get one single thing out of that sermon. In my defense I felt that it was very blandly delivered but who am I to judge such matters from my easy-pew? Ben however, seems to have a vivid auditory equivalent of a photographic memory and spits out basically a detailed outline of the entire sermon. Point, sub-point, sub-subpoint. you get the picture. I of course have to admit to falling asleep to it in the midst of his enthusiasm. There was some confusion in my mind as to who the actual head pastor was since I'd been twice and both times there were different pastors that didn't really explain who they were. So, I open the floor and ask about that and then Ben excitedly tells me that this last sunday the head pastor spoke. The one I fell asleep to. As he so nicely put it, I have "lots to look forward to". Just as I write this now, I am realizing that I wasn't even there last sunday. I was in Pennsylvania. But that's another story. Dont' worry, that whole falling asleep thing did actually happen, but on a different sunday. So now I am hoping that it was with a visiting pastor I feel asleep to who will never visit again. One can only pray.<br /><br />At the end of this discussion Martha comes around to give us our checks which must have took her some time to write up judging from her face when we explained in the beginning that we would like separate checks. Bryon supposes out loud that he might get a milkshake and Martha practically says no he can't order that, it's too cold outside. It is in the midst of this banter that we see the first hint of a smile of Martha's lips. After she's turned her back on the table we all do a round of congratulatory high-fives and Bryon mentions under her breath, "stuff white people like." Perfect.<br /><br />After paying our carefully divided checks at the register Laura announces that they are going to drop me off since "it's too cold to walk"... because it's not like I walked to their house or anything in it. I appreciate the gesture though and accept gratefully. On the drive back we take prayer requests and I ask Bryon if he would mind keeping his eyes open while he drives. I know it's a prius, but still. They dropped me off and that was that. My first (own) community group experience.<br /><br />Thinking back on the evening now, there are so many quirks and oddities about my whole experience with these people that it might just be crazy enough to be perfect. Time will tell.<br /><br />Ok ok fine. After reading this entire post instead of a hollow word of congrats I'll throw you a bone. Here's a little baby giraffe that I did for my sister's baby shower invite.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX31t2sF6Rj8QbMyKg7xXlqxUFLi7OsXPLvJS813aoxt6bfyL7amng0kRECQIjJu6NseirUriNcl1TWSbFCepvSQK3VCxMF56p1O45n7tiPJ-O-jpsHcaWt016kQMAGuWGaw9MPyn30w/s1600/giraffe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX31t2sF6Rj8QbMyKg7xXlqxUFLi7OsXPLvJS813aoxt6bfyL7amng0kRECQIjJu6NseirUriNcl1TWSbFCepvSQK3VCxMF56p1O45n7tiPJ-O-jpsHcaWt016kQMAGuWGaw9MPyn30w/s320/giraffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548534836665172674" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-5571632846260758522010-11-06T09:45:00.005-05:002010-11-06T09:53:08.304-05:00Others ArtSo, I frequently surf the net for inspiration for my job and get email full of design stuff. I thought I'd share a few with you that are particularly good, funny or inspiring.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwQIsyN9yxm62DFIPubBUN1cKI_FwYZNMDkzv2VlHvw4nUKX_0kjvZQzvRplZMQgsyr74OuvipgbwWBKLZ0QHjOSTUm4ji-luAUzcbQgPIwx5CM3PBCffapGE7i57OQ7ka4umgRSFFkgo/s1600/tumblr_lalks7zNde1qz7a6ko1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwQIsyN9yxm62DFIPubBUN1cKI_FwYZNMDkzv2VlHvw4nUKX_0kjvZQzvRplZMQgsyr74OuvipgbwWBKLZ0QHjOSTUm4ji-luAUzcbQgPIwx5CM3PBCffapGE7i57OQ7ka4umgRSFFkgo/s320/tumblr_lalks7zNde1qz7a6ko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536448310428029170" border="0" /></a>Love the getting fingers chopped off stage.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQcb8MgmgyDOoFR4wK9uSexlejvY27vfTJv-VfhQSMsjgBKlmYEdaAGbO2vTjN5FaDWt0YB7vhP3oG34usvTmwtIUIxTazYgAdf1qNT2nZfNGv4tWsnB2ild_xxWS0BejrpPm5JfIm58/s1600/Starbucks_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQcb8MgmgyDOoFR4wK9uSexlejvY27vfTJv-VfhQSMsjgBKlmYEdaAGbO2vTjN5FaDWt0YB7vhP3oG34usvTmwtIUIxTazYgAdf1qNT2nZfNGv4tWsnB2ild_xxWS0BejrpPm5JfIm58/s320/Starbucks_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536448303484353330" border="0" /></a>Reminds me of the cup I did of starbucks a few weeks ago.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjNIv9CxZr8dKVEatWXEwXSd5gb4suKHIU2WQRR7jvHnSwd-WHx2JX7KeD-D86sM2zaMwOpr2gkIMu3jCfVT7PfydoGYcoq7bd9YQZkX6z-5zQmUSCZN-zL0YJldd8wd_jvthWukcV5E/s1600/smilechoc.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjNIv9CxZr8dKVEatWXEwXSd5gb4suKHIU2WQRR7jvHnSwd-WHx2JX7KeD-D86sM2zaMwOpr2gkIMu3jCfVT7PfydoGYcoq7bd9YQZkX6z-5zQmUSCZN-zL0YJldd8wd_jvthWukcV5E/s320/smilechoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536448301426479938" border="0" /></a>Chocolate and tea combined? Brilliant!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGGbp32GZScOaX8vho7bm9Y75Z7Jvo7m4Xd8fMiT7u7lJL10sbwAhvsYMXpbzx2-yg3PgdIno0rj39LP5GMY98ZYAq7tCZz3cZ0nAqHk0nBdcT_iv9Gh1EoqitBxbPZXNfxxR7jUcYyc/s1600/s-tea.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGGbp32GZScOaX8vho7bm9Y75Z7Jvo7m4Xd8fMiT7u7lJL10sbwAhvsYMXpbzx2-yg3PgdIno0rj39LP5GMY98ZYAq7tCZz3cZ0nAqHk0nBdcT_iv9Gh1EoqitBxbPZXNfxxR7jUcYyc/s320/s-tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536448294861893938" border="0" /></a>This tea just begs to be drunk with white gloves and porcelain cups<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh72Wgldlvptl66EZ1erQ1I7EHO205jl69tez018VjfXOxaMyMWzl2krF-S8Dq7y1LweblzakU1TSIacJK0chx_g0sLLv-E_aWPoZjaHGCH88tPv5wH02QWK3lzwi9wTzGtcecjGNRRvWs/s1600/featured-sharkbear.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh72Wgldlvptl66EZ1erQ1I7EHO205jl69tez018VjfXOxaMyMWzl2krF-S8Dq7y1LweblzakU1TSIacJK0chx_g0sLLv-E_aWPoZjaHGCH88tPv5wH02QWK3lzwi9wTzGtcecjGNRRvWs/s320/featured-sharkbear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536448296140453794" border="0" /></a>Sharkbear: Where's your science now, huh?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-7141593458364069562010-10-26T21:12:00.003-05:002010-10-26T21:29:34.235-05:00Biking mishapSo, it’s been a while since I posted. I guess I’m at a loss for words. I don't feel like my life is that interesting. Anyway, I thought I’d give you a little update on how my life has been recently. I’ve finally settled into a house here, and actually had my 3-month review today at work. It went pretty well. I’ve been biking to and from work now pretty regularly. I even have the legit biker pants with the padded seat that makes you feel like you’re wearing a diaper. After work today, I decided to go to my local grocery store and buy a gallon of milk, since I ran out last week. On my way home, on a whim, I stopped by the local pupuseria for some yummy dinner. This “restaurant” is really nothing more than a parked camper that can't go into, but order through the window. Just as I received my order (complete with horchata in a disposable cup) the bus that runs by my house came. I wanted to catch it since it’s hard to carry a full gallon of milk, a hot to-go box and a flimsy full cup of liquid on a bicycle. Thankfully the to-go box was in a bag so it was a bit easier to carry. I started wheeling my bike across the parking lot toward the bus when a man who was still waiting for his order called me back and pointed to my backpack that I had left on the ground. I thanked him and started to back up my bike to retrieve it. (I wasn’t riding it, just holding the handlebars and steering it backwards) I hoped that I could still catch the bus (which was stopped at a red light). Just as I started to turn my bike around and walk with it forwards to get my backpack, I tripped over the bicycle and found myself sprawled flat on the concrete. My cup immediately broke in half, the contents spilling everywhere, and following its natural gravitational pull, ran down the incline of the parking lot right towards me. I couldn’t move for several seconds. I was just stunned. I was in pain (mainly my knees) and couldn’t believe I had just fallen down out of my own stupid hurry in front of a large audience of people waiting for their food and the intersection of two busy roads. I hurt my pride more than anything. After about 10 seconds of laying in my own mess, I decided to get up. Just as I was about it, two men ran over who had seen me fall and helped me up. They were very nice and inquired if I lived nearby and could I ride my bike? One man even offered to buy me another drink. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible so without taking time to assess anything I gathered what was left of my pride and biked away up the hill. My knee didn’t feel so good doing that. Upon finally returing home and taking off my horchata-soaked pants I found that I had scraped up both knees pretty good and bruised my elbow, but otherwise was fine.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRUX-7SdyN3fXO0estsdwMzf04Aww87c3psKdVB0e0sbcIA7jqizFzqFl6Er2dmYGgTrLhlYt-f9QT9QfTBOjeFhs5HlVBUSiYveVzNQudNFnGodPe5QEI4N5yf_aHAV-P2umF-eaJNY/s1600/Photo+379.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRUX-7SdyN3fXO0estsdwMzf04Aww87c3psKdVB0e0sbcIA7jqizFzqFl6Er2dmYGgTrLhlYt-f9QT9QfTBOjeFhs5HlVBUSiYveVzNQudNFnGodPe5QEI4N5yf_aHAV-P2umF-eaJNY/s320/Photo+379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532547329571205442" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-45487256412899707282010-09-12T21:57:00.003-05:002010-09-12T22:02:13.648-05:00Starbucks cupSo, this weekend, I was able to get a little drawing done. Not much, but I thought I would give ode to the Starbucks cup.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMpsQ3OO_KB1iiaSHh8MZQzSZqgv2ofrWdibwD5cygtQ2m_21pt1lxsaa9b-lY8ynvAaVfqU_OzhAXM8eVbiA0br0-dw4WZoUktE9lovhr9sU4xbuLPR1AGxiExe0-h4s8rx3ftTYmmI/s1600/Starbucks_cup.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMpsQ3OO_KB1iiaSHh8MZQzSZqgv2ofrWdibwD5cygtQ2m_21pt1lxsaa9b-lY8ynvAaVfqU_OzhAXM8eVbiA0br0-dw4WZoUktE9lovhr9sU4xbuLPR1AGxiExe0-h4s8rx3ftTYmmI/s400/Starbucks_cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516227382123647922" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-13189333172591721042010-09-12T21:45:00.005-05:002010-09-12T21:56:42.852-05:00Similarity of Logos IIThe second post of logo similarities. This one, I actually got from a friend I met at <a href="http://wordcampmidatlantic.com/">Wordcamp</a>. While we were enjoying lunch together during the 1 day conference and discussing all things design and wordpress, he observed this. Behold:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iyIfp4q29Ql8wXI5QF6_Fm0Owef5ZZPUxSUAFLPExfWNyKkbPF4R9Lz-TN-kStMAL1YL-isWv-ztpJ0Jws-TAgYniLBIBNs5XexWYVJl_nEqqWFxqfC7JARoxGARyvd35rgAEyBy9fk/s1600/grey-j.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iyIfp4q29Ql8wXI5QF6_Fm0Owef5ZZPUxSUAFLPExfWNyKkbPF4R9Lz-TN-kStMAL1YL-isWv-ztpJ0Jws-TAgYniLBIBNs5XexWYVJl_nEqqWFxqfC7JARoxGARyvd35rgAEyBy9fk/s400/grey-j.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516225427105860162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDaFIkw1csQFNJLTDjT5FyMt1GPskoBYsrZrETIsvC0VRobwo5qA-qaG1UW6CV4yEECzAiV8kRJLjYwdQRqfVekS6m52Llymy42U5fhPFB_zzZ3JXXf1ghBRTEs8XpBTRb0x2rVjOg6N0/s1600/wordpress-logo.png"><br /></a><br />Wordpress logo<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI59-OYTJWpLG5_bEnKcVq4FxrZvIRq-MUzXHi0A507yol60AgJcVl9cI4T6p-dmiKvJc7GYj9_H6CH680FMKkAzqvaYbMRdWB8CI1NhmUrJXWWAjCq13QWdlzEeXx89EMKYWogwbzoBc/s1600/Wblack.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI59-OYTJWpLG5_bEnKcVq4FxrZvIRq-MUzXHi0A507yol60AgJcVl9cI4T6p-dmiKvJc7GYj9_H6CH680FMKkAzqvaYbMRdWB8CI1NhmUrJXWWAjCq13QWdlzEeXx89EMKYWogwbzoBc/s400/Wblack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516224560499762626" border="0" /></a><br />Walters Art Museum logo<br /><br />Now the question is, which came first?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-64053524811910310432010-08-16T20:22:00.005-05:002010-11-06T09:58:48.532-05:00New Business CardMy first official business cards came in the mail this week. It's pretty exciting. I created the artwork myself. These are the actual scanned in cards, so excuse the dark edges.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGz_-wZPZtiFnY3pC8m5wqSNqFv1p0WaiUxOCj6OMge4WVPmwsC32yx5RuvzAquISFOqlxeDW1NfB8j5vWDoH6zMYr03mrHrt2PLgObxauCy0vMNOgge2jGZY73fHtYfhbM-cEy84Sbs/s1600/OB9_bcard_1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGz_-wZPZtiFnY3pC8m5wqSNqFv1p0WaiUxOCj6OMge4WVPmwsC32yx5RuvzAquISFOqlxeDW1NfB8j5vWDoH6zMYr03mrHrt2PLgObxauCy0vMNOgge2jGZY73fHtYfhbM-cEy84Sbs/s320/OB9_bcard_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536451209355886898" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-17626552596231520322010-08-15T11:53:00.001-05:002010-08-15T11:55:09.627-05:00come thou fount<object height="360" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1pyjn?additionalInfos=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x1pyjn?additionalInfos=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="480"></embed></object><br />I love this song and found this video today that matches it beautifully. It's called come thou fount by sufjan stevens.<br /><br /><i><span style="font-size:78%;">Uploaded by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/industrialbirds">industrialbirds</a>. </span><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music"></a></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-89642296185269273042010-07-24T09:33:00.005-05:002010-07-24T09:42:58.879-05:00Blackberry Cobbler (preserves)I went blackberry picking last weekend and decided I wanted to bake something with all of these delicious little guys. So, I decided to make cobbler. It seemed like a simple enough recipe. Disregard the fact that I've never baked cobbler in my life and don't really know how it's even supposed to look. So, I started out and had to read the recipe 500 times. I still had no idea what it meant.<br /><br />Here's my interpretation of cobbler:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6RfOcwktTIQHPTdumOJwPl-lD2s7_RBYyhiL5AYc3gHUUQcaevShfRA7cx7kgnu5MGa5S1vHv8wiuoO-_HrTiNc66OAwJpDjrm6o-vwNH6-LVdv817ymFvCEDuuY1W8MRPNVQr7px-0/s1600/_MG_0913.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6RfOcwktTIQHPTdumOJwPl-lD2s7_RBYyhiL5AYc3gHUUQcaevShfRA7cx7kgnu5MGa5S1vHv8wiuoO-_HrTiNc66OAwJpDjrm6o-vwNH6-LVdv817ymFvCEDuuY1W8MRPNVQr7px-0/s320/_MG_0913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497481519864888386" border="0" /></a>Step 1) roll out dough and spread berries over it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLBEhcS5sy7OzqaSO2pSBP8FrRcaBo0HNB1SWdoWEp3o0K27nTCbBXbIlnn3N2sZ4jOIxX3lNG3F055CsY4EbeTbl4o3FKq3yqIRhCSS9a-v_EV_BYVH9TS_U02qIPa5jdxR5WELau6Q/s1600/_MG_0917.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLBEhcS5sy7OzqaSO2pSBP8FrRcaBo0HNB1SWdoWEp3o0K27nTCbBXbIlnn3N2sZ4jOIxX3lNG3F055CsY4EbeTbl4o3FKq3yqIRhCSS9a-v_EV_BYVH9TS_U02qIPa5jdxR5WELau6Q/s320/_MG_0917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497481525275941202" border="0" /></a>Step 2) melt butter and put it in the pan?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFha69utcXxfzG6N_UTNQe21241WNPRhePf7QJqZpyaQbuDKdLUo5wohK-HA1iDQddDFFxjkhy0QSpQAx5QFuf4_i-KCm_OoJepA1DRxdTbfyyERGOpAdJ5x3QvL-usuD22SM0EYjzr-A/s1600/_MG_0922.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFha69utcXxfzG6N_UTNQe21241WNPRhePf7QJqZpyaQbuDKdLUo5wohK-HA1iDQddDFFxjkhy0QSpQAx5QFuf4_i-KCm_OoJepA1DRxdTbfyyERGOpAdJ5x3QvL-usuD22SM0EYjzr-A/s320/_MG_0922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497481537600667586" border="0" /></a><br />The Baker<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DtZF0JQtPbLL63lYz7Z3y5-9uvRb20GL0zo3VfDlA3AuHFqc8K4pg2uHv0TI3vpLr23lsM_oAC07zYwvH7SlaVWGHth1U2oOv9XEq5zoIx-KMxBw3bQ6p__Wfs31iFanmmZHYN-Zzwc/s1600/_MG_0923.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DtZF0JQtPbLL63lYz7Z3y5-9uvRb20GL0zo3VfDlA3AuHFqc8K4pg2uHv0TI3vpLr23lsM_oAC07zYwvH7SlaVWGHth1U2oOv9XEq5zoIx-KMxBw3bQ6p__Wfs31iFanmmZHYN-Zzwc/s320/_MG_0923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482124112358290" border="0" /></a>The berries get their close up time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hHuAf0KN62np1kkpgzKPQA6WJiEpUtG5N-_safF8Cp0bOl53FTzzfJwfHURLyoA4ati0z6lpdX5FUHV8BWJrjP0XaHnR8RCWPqNzbuqvil7_CBpNC26L3s6geiGQCQNCaXUPMYMYzrQ/s1600/_MG_0924.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hHuAf0KN62np1kkpgzKPQA6WJiEpUtG5N-_safF8Cp0bOl53FTzzfJwfHURLyoA4ati0z6lpdX5FUHV8BWJrjP0XaHnR8RCWPqNzbuqvil7_CBpNC26L3s6geiGQCQNCaXUPMYMYzrQ/s320/_MG_0924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482435689491394" border="0" /></a>3) sprinkle cinnamon over the berries<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpKvwrDVdL3vGHX-ku6SP-cWhnRv3SPAhw4qZcaHxVUFrbRubkQm-vxTdqQnSr9AhO_EnyHQTjBsSxlnsphDFH6JW2UzYly8uqvBMMrXGBQ7ueOMcCglJ7EnQpU6dejL9fEdPa6YTegY/s1600/_MG_0928.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpKvwrDVdL3vGHX-ku6SP-cWhnRv3SPAhw4qZcaHxVUFrbRubkQm-vxTdqQnSr9AhO_EnyHQTjBsSxlnsphDFH6JW2UzYly8uqvBMMrXGBQ7ueOMcCglJ7EnQpU6dejL9fEdPa6YTegY/s320/_MG_0928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482430405595154" border="0" /></a><br />4) Roll up dough and berries "jelly style" What have I created? I call it the alien creature.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEs-Tmb_CgftIU-AFV7UheKmq6bFNBlKguzTBgFCIXWEAX_hGPLTPpBnDCE7TUt9Z5vLywuTAolV3ZSFXIwtXq6yaYeM4F6v5dlBRCugX5gKQf0Dz7BGflc0rFXkqtxgQPor3DxUhZE9s/s1600/_MG_0929.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEs-Tmb_CgftIU-AFV7UheKmq6bFNBlKguzTBgFCIXWEAX_hGPLTPpBnDCE7TUt9Z5vLywuTAolV3ZSFXIwtXq6yaYeM4F6v5dlBRCugX5gKQf0Dz7BGflc0rFXkqtxgQPor3DxUhZE9s/s320/_MG_0929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482422330321026" border="0" /></a>5) Cut the alien into slices and put in pan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7-C1mNiqIvg9Ba6ImWM213ngKPQNVtyxj6IJ1LPTyUC6WH7YzapU4H_IVdY9HoKbcPWFslEiMzFlORM4ri8kqghokqVRagsgJIIlbghlP_igN1_-tEERvoEAXuUE0JJMTJ_c3_r4wQ0/s1600/_MG_0932.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7-C1mNiqIvg9Ba6ImWM213ngKPQNVtyxj6IJ1LPTyUC6WH7YzapU4H_IVdY9HoKbcPWFslEiMzFlORM4ri8kqghokqVRagsgJIIlbghlP_igN1_-tEERvoEAXuUE0JJMTJ_c3_r4wQ0/s320/_MG_0932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482412253091170" border="0" /></a>6) spread "syrup" over berries<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgcQ37DznlMiEBqQyauOzDYF3D17oZI7Pz6mPfUxRNKtnsmmA8o6b_dTsm7Ne-bXfm12WRmtYScGu1VX3h1HDQwzYOd4DzeZk2Q5ggaR-HTFTUkS7JbJXB6u7zUn8wcK3VuRSVc5Lxm0/s1600/_MG_0940.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgcQ37DznlMiEBqQyauOzDYF3D17oZI7Pz6mPfUxRNKtnsmmA8o6b_dTsm7Ne-bXfm12WRmtYScGu1VX3h1HDQwzYOd4DzeZk2Q5ggaR-HTFTUkS7JbJXB6u7zUn8wcK3VuRSVc5Lxm0/s320/_MG_0940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482404118027170" border="0" /></a><br />7) Baked and eaten. It turned out very well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666494601024838852.post-14013702048611063422010-07-16T10:24:00.004-05:002010-07-16T10:27:03.554-05:00New JobWell, this week I started a new job. My first real job to be correct. Career job, that is. Anyway, it was quite an adjustment from unemployed to the working world where you're gone from 8am to 7pm. and are so tired after you get home you don't want to do anything. I guess it's all what you're used to. Well, here is me signing my contract on the first day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TZD6YkHvhwaLIQdDP20k6rc5MztVr8JOB04DkwCTcUmPaKeHi0ZZ8udj1LQ5rLMyCBCrYunI3tQpppk0LMbFgjy7zW5Vmv5Ns1UOQbUcyugykEomVAp2JOyftFyw8FC6JoSKmYsDBug/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TZD6YkHvhwaLIQdDP20k6rc5MztVr8JOB04DkwCTcUmPaKeHi0ZZ8udj1LQ5rLMyCBCrYunI3tQpppk0LMbFgjy7zW5Vmv5Ns1UOQbUcyugykEomVAp2JOyftFyw8FC6JoSKmYsDBug/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494525833544060482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5msEvWKXavJ6_0Uutlx9vdlMHy9g9mv0wNmvKxhgoCiPAUUYD0xrsugekKkElc5XcqSHkFBq1B0pXNvVRHjr8ceV_-ulMQbFei9LkBlgzIlCnLHgXDTopNHq4TsFHVHkSveFMfeBmUE/s1600/IMG_0174.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5msEvWKXavJ6_0Uutlx9vdlMHy9g9mv0wNmvKxhgoCiPAUUYD0xrsugekKkElc5XcqSHkFBq1B0pXNvVRHjr8ceV_-ulMQbFei9LkBlgzIlCnLHgXDTopNHq4TsFHVHkSveFMfeBmUE/s320/IMG_0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494525820011345778" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1