tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77975131163383926052024-03-14T05:42:42.033-04:00Autumn NightUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-914972180250685372020-10-02T20:03:00.001-04:002020-10-02T20:03:06.701-04:00Looong Break<p>I was poking around looking for a blogging site. I logged into one of my old WordPress accounts, and found some sloth videos. The format was more than I was looking for - I just wanted something straightforward and simple. I was reminded of Blogger here, and then that I had a Blogger account. And then I found this old blog!</p><p>Ten years (nine years and 11 months)!!</p><p>I'd been a junior then a senior in college.</p><p>I skimmed some older posts, felt the bittersweet memories of that time and all the untold stories behind the posts, and all the other untold stories.</p><p>I often still feel like that person. There is some lingering overlap, but it's been a busy 10 years of growth and of life.</p><p>I walked away from the one person who really knew the real me and who rejected me and called me a monster (mom, ouch). I found someone who could see the real me and delight in her - I married him last year and now we are expecting our son.</p><p>I've faced demons, learned how to work, grown a home, conquered fears, and found moments of pure love and of pure joy. The smile on my husband's face is everything to me in those moments.</p><p>I've also deconstructed myself, transformed, found old versions - and now I'm ready to create. <br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-71753500215544086202010-11-07T02:10:00.002-05:002010-11-07T02:10:32.970-05:00As He LeptAs he lept<br />
He had no idea it wouldn't work.<br />
And as he fell into my arms<br />
His only thought was to leap again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-1065601641572649652010-10-05T23:35:00.003-04:002010-10-06T00:25:52.844-04:00I am at a certain crossroads in my life. I have felt like this before, but not in the way I do now. I have often felt I suppose like I was at a junction, where I may or may not miss my turn, but I was certainly missing out on something. I did this with little thought of my past or of my future; there was certainly little to no commentary taking place about my values, beliefs or anything of that nature.<br /><br />Now that I have gone through college, this constant process has changed. It is now much more than some nameless urge pushing and pulling me; now I am becoming aware. I am becoming self-aware of my past, of things that have had influence and that will influence my future. This is, I am sure, something that others may go through much earlier in life, and this is a whole other topic of discussion. My point here and now is that I am realizing so many things that perhaps I've missed out on, or didn't bother to notice or just didn't understand.<br /><br />I am looking back on how I've become who I am today; who I've been since my late teens, and who I hope to become over the next 10 years. I've stumbled through life with a startling lack or discipline, awareness, consciousness and deliberateness. I'd always felt that one of these things in particular, deliberateness, was the root of all the problems I could ever face. Even this way of thinking wasn't deliberate or conscious; this was more of a feeling that fed, and feeds, a lot of the real fear I still have today. I am not sure how this developed or thrived, but I can see now that this has held me back from most every thing I could be today. Dwelling will only get me stuck again.<br /><br />I suppose, in examination of this odd ideology, that the 'logic' goes something like this:<br /><ol><li>If I must be deliberate about a lifestyle, for example, than it is not a true reflection of who I really am as a person. The true me will shine through what I naturally and unconsciously choose to do. ~This is something I am still trying to prove wrong to myself, even though it runs a little contrary to other points on the matter.~<br /></li><li>Deliberateness shows a dedication to the meaning behind an action that I might choose to take. If the action I take is a failure or a mistake in someway, such as a social faux pas, I am then a deficient or flawed person. If the action is, rather, not thought out and is not so deliberate, it cannot reflect badly upon me; if I HAD put thought into it, obviously I would not have made this mistake. ~There are many flaws in this theory, though most obviously to me is the fact that it is a cover up for feeling deficient in some sort of knowledge etc... Rather than understanding that I can pay attention to learn what I need to learn to correct a mistake, I instead am trying to cover it up. Also, we are all flawed in many ways, and I need to let go of this need to be perfect - no matter why I feel this way.~<br /></li><li>Being deliberate does indeed show my true self, and I just cannot handle what ever form of rejection is coming my way as a result of my actions. Any good consequences are far outweighed by the slew of bad consequences, and thus my effort is not worth it. Since I do not want to fail when giving my best and truest-to-self effort (this being a failure of my actual self), I decide instead to half-ass something and feel lucky if it works out. Thus, I don't need to be disappointed when it doesn't work out. ~This is the big issue that is in the long process of being disproved through my actions. I am learning through experience that I can achieve things that I put my mind to, and I can learn a great deal from my failures. I finished college, which is a great triumph. I half-assed a lot of it, but I also put my all into a great deal of it.~</li></ol><br />So I am learning that I have been just surviving for a great deal of my life. I am not sure when this started, but I know that I am learning to put the breaks on it so that I can actually live a great life. I am learning that many of the anti-values (things I've in someway been taught or have otherwise learned to hate or fear) I've been holding close to heart are backwards. Work, while still a chore, is not something to loath or to fight against. Working hard may or may not earn you the American dream, but it is part of a full a whole life. Thus I can understand both the 'protestant work ethic' and why working hard and getting nowhere can be so discouraging. Those who are lucky, and who I am coming to envy, are those who have found a purpose, whatever it is - as I am still (and have just recently discovered this concept and the journey) on the search for mine.<br /><br />Beyond work and purpose, I am learning that being deliberate in one's affections and in staying connected to loved ones can be a very rewarding thing. I'd always felt shame and embarrassment in showing both affection and in taking deliberate actions of love towards family in friends. Maybe it is for one of the reasons I've listed above, and maybe its for a reason I have yet to discover. Maybe I can't articulate things that don't have a physical value or my reasons behind such actions. But, I am learning that this has been one of the biggest mistakes.<br /><br />Through all of this looking to the past, I can better shape my future. I don't have all of the answers, or even all of the queries. What I do have is a starting point.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-35172628286846876052010-01-18T23:28:00.005-05:002010-01-18T23:51:20.716-05:00Exploring<div style="text-align: center;">Alright, so my friend Tom and I went exploring the other day, and here are a few of the pictures I took. We went to the abandoned water plant off of Nelson Rd. on the east side.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2IX2pQUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iZgAT0bF0kg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2IX2pQUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iZgAT0bF0kg/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304443335065922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2HzScyII/AAAAAAAAAJI/4clhgCK9EqU/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2HzScyII/AAAAAAAAAJI/4clhgCK9EqU/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304433519577218" border="0" /></a>Here is the hidden entrance in the over-grown fence.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2H_9qIxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wKgSgAkH7wI/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2H_9qIxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wKgSgAkH7wI/s400/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304436922032914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2HpYI0pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nAFMCgTwZjk/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2HpYI0pI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nAFMCgTwZjk/s400/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304430859080338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2Hc7s4QI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7TKLDZCIqkc/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U2Hc7s4QI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7TKLDZCIqkc/s400/scan0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304427518583042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1acl6cQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jmvsFd8xXWM/s1600-h/scan0020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1acl6cQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jmvsFd8xXWM/s400/scan0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428303654333083906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1aaDvm_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K9AAlMzEH-Q/s1600-h/scan0025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1aaDvm_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K9AAlMzEH-Q/s400/scan0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428303653652896754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1aCesXDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/awg6Q-X6FK0/s1600-h/scan0026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1aCesXDI/AAAAAAAAAIY/awg6Q-X6FK0/s400/scan0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428303647323479090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1Z5MLYxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WbefyId2eL0/s1600-h/scan0028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1Z5MLYxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WbefyId2eL0/s400/scan0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428303644829901586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1ZXOnk_I/AAAAAAAAAII/UZrLFoH_xT4/s1600-h/scan0029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/S1U1ZXOnk_I/AAAAAAAAAII/UZrLFoH_xT4/s400/scan0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428303635713332210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As you can and will see, every easily-reachable inch is covered in paint. Here is a front-view of the building.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And a view of the main entrance.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The graffiti may look trashy, but a lot of it really is art work. I know I can't paint like that with a brush, let alone spray cans.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More risqué yet imaginative and good art work.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A good face, too bad someone wanted to paint over it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tom and I climbed and walked around the outside a little too. We were taking pictures for his new (and handmade) website about <a href="http://mysterymachine.org/index.html">abandoned buildings</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A neat little pathway between two huge tanks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I just thought this looked neat for some reason. It's an opening at the bottom of the tall tank...and Tom climbed to the top...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...Up this ladder.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was a fun time, and I hope to do more exploring when the weather in warmer and I have some time off.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-21295507378300860492009-12-11T22:27:00.003-05:002009-12-11T22:55:00.032-05:00A High School StoryThe following is a (very) short story I wrote for my senior (high school) science fiction class 8 years ago. The story had to have 500 words and three characters - one of which had to be a computer of some sort. The only changes I've made in typing it up here have been to correct spelling errors.<br /><br />***<br /><br /> Suicide isn't easy. I have to give credit to people who have killed themselves, or even come close because I can't even do that - come close. It's not that I'm a stupid person, or clumsy, or lack common sense - I just have bad timing I suppose. I've attempted every way I know how, I just can't get the hang of it. Well, here is one last chance.<br /> I looked up at the water tower, trying to find the ladder. The full moon was bright, so I didn't need a lantern to see. I climbed up the ladder, and sat on the ledge. I pulled out my ankle weights, threw my bag down, and looked for my rope. 'This has gotten too boring' I thought to myself, and apparently out loud.<br /> "What exactly is boring. Killing yourself? Or how it is you've been trying?" It was Maynard.<br /> "Neither. Life is boring, and I'm trying to spice it up." And it's the truth. It's not that I want to die, it's just that I'm tired of living. Maynard just likes to ask questions. "So how did you find me anyways?"<br /> "Lolita, you can't go on living in simulations. You know it's dangerous. So come down here, and we can go home." I couldn't see him, but he sounded upset and concerned.<br /> "No" I shouted as I continued to look for my rope.<br /> "Computers have been shutting off all around the world. In the past month, 10,000 people have died because of it. If we aren't careful, they'll be running things."<br /> "Hmmm" I looked over the side of the tower. "OK, but I'm only coming because I can't find my rope. I think I forgot to pack it." I climbed back down the ladder, and met Maynard at the bottom. "OK lets go look for the door out of here."<br /> Every simulation has a door that is used to exit it. Most of the time, you can just make the door appear by telling the computer, but you can set the computer so that you have to look for the door, which is what I usually set it to. Now, it's hard to determine where the door will be, because the computer picks sites at random. Few people have ever gotten lost.<br /> "You mean you don't know where the door is?" He looked upset.<br /> "Hey! What would be the point in coming in here if the door were right here?" I was getting upset too. "Come on, lets just go." We left the water tower, and took off ini the direction of the woods. Maynard didn't speak unless he was yelling.<br /> "We could be dead at any second! I don't care what you've been taught - these computers have developed a mind of their own."<br /> "Maynard. Calm down."<br /> "What?!" His face was turning red.<br /> "How exactly did you get into my simulation? The only was you can is at my house through the door."<br /> "No...I left my simulation through the door and came right out through the clearing here." Now confusion.<br /> "Well, doesn't that tell you something? There are 3 possibilities from here. 1: either this is real life 2: your simulation is real life or 3: we are stuck in simulations." This is when the computer came on.<br /> "Automatic shut off in 60 seconds. All life forms have 60 seconds to exit through the emergency door in front. If they do not exit, life will be terminated." The door appeared.<br /> "Finally!" Maynard had started to cry. We got to the door, and ran through with out looking. In front of us we saw the water. Thats when the countdown began.<br /> "End in 10 - 9- 8..."<br /> "Oh fudge!" I began to cry also. The door disappeared behind us.<br /> "...2 - 1 - end" As those words finished, we felt the blast, and all was gone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-28785023470714098592009-09-14T12:22:00.004-04:002009-09-14T12:36:51.095-04:00September 10, 2009<div style="text-align: center;">My trip to Whetstone park this past Thursday. I was always there as a kid, and I never realized most of it was there.<br /><br />This is (I believe) the Olentangy River.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vvbbP2KI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XVY2Ca3tEQg/s1600-h/HPIM0905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vvbbP2KI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XVY2Ca3tEQg/s400/HPIM0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381361465360898210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vvGS4AgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7x57oAhV-yI/s1600-h/HPIM0906.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vvGS4AgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7x57oAhV-yI/s400/HPIM0906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381361459688636930" border="0" /></a><br /> <br />There are paths running around the park, and they have different little gardens along side the forests. They also have little fields.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vuhaD05I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Unxu6NB5cTo/s1600-h/HPIM0901.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vuhaD05I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Unxu6NB5cTo/s400/HPIM0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381361449786659730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vuKWUwxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ey0iiniQ5vE/s1600-h/HPIM0903.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5vuKWUwxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ey0iiniQ5vE/s400/HPIM0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381361443596976914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I really must have a thing for the sky, as it dominates most of my pictures.<br />These were taken on the other side of the park, towards the High School. There are athletic fields, and I laid down by the baseball (softball?) diamond to get some sun.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5uu8pJFLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SlNxIRoVAdM/s1600-h/HPIM0917.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5uu8pJFLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SlNxIRoVAdM/s400/HPIM0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381360357586048178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5uubR_2qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Tkec2-NvFQY/s1600-h/HPIM0912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5uubR_2qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Tkec2-NvFQY/s400/HPIM0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381360348630604450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This one I took through my sunglasses. These glasses make almost anything look more magical.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5utxuf-JI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bfr8g8HlGB0/s1600-h/HPIM0908.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5utxuf-JI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bfr8g8HlGB0/s400/HPIM0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381360337475860626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5uttHtX6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FsKEO-oGT7s/s1600-h/HPIM0907.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sq5uttHtX6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FsKEO-oGT7s/s400/HPIM0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381360336239419298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-37974504710837920292009-09-14T12:09:00.003-04:002009-09-14T12:20:39.137-04:00OK everyone, I have posted pictures of my recent trip to Chicago on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35227172@N04/?donelayout=1">Flickr site</a>, so please check them out. Megan, Steve and I had a great time, though we also proved how out of shape we are. Megan and I stopped at a candle store just inside Indiana, and part of the store is a giant candle! (Think the <a href="http://images.google.com/images?source=ig&hl=en&rlz=1G1GGLQ_ENUS259&=&q=Longaberger%20Basket&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi">Longaberger Basket Building in Newark</a>, though not quite so massive) We also saw some wind farms along the way - it's nice to know that these things are really going up. We made it up to Steve's in about 9 hours since we made many stops. Saturday, after breakfast at IHOP (I so want one here at home!) we went out to the <a href="http://www.mortonarb.org/">Morton Arboretum</a>, which sadly puts Daws to shame. They have a Japaneese garden, like Daws, but they also have a Chineese and a Korean garden as well, among many others. We tried going through the Hedge maze at the end of our walk, but were too worn out to care much about it, we went a quarter of the way in before turning back. So other than that we ate, went out for a drink with Steve's friend Andy, and we watched "Rock and Rolla" and the first two seasons of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia." A very nice weekend trip if I do say so myself. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35227172@N04/?donelayout=1">Check out the pictures!</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-51245813891683426032009-09-02T15:15:00.004-04:002009-09-02T15:25:27.345-04:00Beautiful Sky<div style="text-align: center;">August 21st<br /><br />High and E. North Broadway.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FVzV7NSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YyFhZzeP0yE/s1600-h/HPIM0876.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FVzV7NSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YyFhZzeP0yE/s400/HPIM0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376951983477044514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FVcPS6HI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qjdaeh6ZoRs/s1600-h/HPIM0877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FVcPS6HI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qjdaeh6ZoRs/s400/HPIM0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376951977275222130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FVC_IJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/VSneTeGqpv4/s1600-h/HPIM0878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FVC_IJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/VSneTeGqpv4/s400/HPIM0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376951970496522210" border="0" /></a><br />15th and High<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FUttjgAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/E-GxUq7Zbhs/s1600-h/HPIM0879.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FUttjgAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/E-GxUq7Zbhs/s400/HPIM0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376951964785672194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FUMmCFuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dxxo7jYFZ-g/s1600-h/HPIM0881.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7FUMmCFuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dxxo7jYFZ-g/s400/HPIM0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376951955895752418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7EnUlg3UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OLm3To_fA8w/s1600-h/HPIM0885.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sp7EnUlg3UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OLm3To_fA8w/s400/HPIM0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376951184946945346" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-8647178490522879292009-08-03T21:32:00.016-04:002009-08-03T22:10:53.666-04:00Sewing!<div style="text-align: center;">Alright, so I've been getting a little crafty lately, thanks <a href="http://www.threadbanger.com/">threadbanger.com</a>. I did my first real project tonight. I have a sleep mask that helps when it is sunny out or when I have a headache.<br />It is pretty old and was cheap to begin with, so I decided to make a new one. Here is how I did it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, here is my sad stretched out mask. :(<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneTgxVtXQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IzgkQL47Wfc/s1600-h/HPIM0828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneTgxVtXQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IzgkQL47Wfc/s400/HPIM0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365919672244722946" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I begin by tracing it out on to some news paper to create a pattern.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneTFlVt-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SIKrQhJSKNE/s1600-h/HPIM0833.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneTFlVt-hI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SIKrQhJSKNE/s400/HPIM0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365919205167069714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Then, I trace it on to my fabric. I am using a t-shirt scrap from when I was experimenting a few days ago. That will be one side, and an old sweater sleeve will be the other side.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneS7kPP9BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0uGShG858OI/s1600-h/HPIM0835.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneS7kPP9BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0uGShG858OI/s400/HPIM0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365919033072808978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />So here are my two pieces traced and cut out. I left myself a lot of working room.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSnYRXFUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JPcyKZtTHv0/s1600-h/HPIM0840.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSnYRXFUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JPcyKZtTHv0/s400/HPIM0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365918686263055682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I had some satin-like fabric from a project I never got around to. This will be for the strap that holds the mask on my head. I measured around my head, and added two inches - this is where my first mark will be.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSbI6WiaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M-uG2Roww7A/s1600-h/HPIM0843.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSbI6WiaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M-uG2Roww7A/s400/HPIM0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365918475981588898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My second mark will be three inches up so that I can sew both edges together.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSRD9kr7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/P3n9kklKXhA/s1600-h/HPIM0847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSRD9kr7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/P3n9kklKXhA/s400/HPIM0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365918302854229938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Little Man insisted on helping. Well, really he is just needy.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSG3M08ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MUlBt174hUw/s1600-h/HPIM0852.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneSG3M08ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MUlBt174hUw/s400/HPIM0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365918127629857170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry about the blurry picture. This is the strap finished. I thought some royal blue would look good against the black. I need to work on my straight lines. :)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneR8-tYNqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/i4cssxPrUWI/s1600-h/HPIM0855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneR8-tYNqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/i4cssxPrUWI/s400/HPIM0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365917957846742690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">OK, so here are my three basic parts: the outside, the strap and my old mask that I will use to stuff the middle. I am ready to put it together.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneR0LUpdNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-cnGZwhRxGQ/s1600-h/HPIM0859.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneR0LUpdNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-cnGZwhRxGQ/s400/HPIM0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365917806613853394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I've pinned the outside. In order to avoid as much hand sewing as possible (as I am worse at that than I am at straight lines) I stuffed the strap into the outsides. I made sure to keep it straight and away from where I am going to sew, other than where it needs to be attached.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneRrHQ1IVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0woztpStOPQ/s1600-h/HPIM0860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneRrHQ1IVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0woztpStOPQ/s400/HPIM0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365917650905276754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, I've finished sewing, and I've left some of it open so I can turn it right side out and stuff.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneRfGSk2hI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bDw9Qzou8CA/s1600-h/HPIM0864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneRfGSk2hI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bDw9Qzou8CA/s400/HPIM0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365917444485732882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I cut the excess straps off...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneRR3XPCUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ubfsy4ujFtg/s1600-h/HPIM0865.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneRR3XPCUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ubfsy4ujFtg/s400/HPIM0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365917217140443458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...turned it right side out and then stuffed the old mask in.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneREhAhheI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8zj8osiATkw/s1600-h/HPIM0867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneREhAhheI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8zj8osiATkw/s400/HPIM0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365916987801306594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Voila! Not too bad for my first project ever. I still need a lot of practice, but this piece will be functional until I can manage a better one.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneQ7fvTaxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/w0H9hN-OhTA/s1600-h/HPIM0869.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SneQ7fvTaxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/w0H9hN-OhTA/s400/HPIM0869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365916832841820946" border="0" /></a><br />So, hopefully I can get to more projects in the future, and get some better equipment (like a table...that would be nice). Let me know if you try this, and if you have any tips or suggestions for me!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-16033653913649836682009-07-27T15:24:00.012-04:002009-07-27T15:36:24.484-04:00Thompson Library<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Here is the lobby from the 2nd floor, up in the Serials department.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm4AR7BDbvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zGt9wq9mnAQ/s1600-h/IMG00197.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm4AR7BDbvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zGt9wq9mnAQ/s400/IMG00197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363224514144726770" border="0" /></a><br />This is the new reading room on the 11th floor. They are still getting it ready, but it looks very nice.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm4AMCOFhWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ySW8pTa4UMw/s1600-h/IMG00200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm4AMCOFhWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ySW8pTa4UMw/s400/IMG00200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363224412999222626" border="0" /></a><br />Out the south window of the reading room.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_9giq4HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2Zm143iYEiI/s1600-h/IMG00206.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_9giq4HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2Zm143iYEiI/s400/IMG00206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363224163440582770" border="0" /></a><br />The towers and the Shoe. Great views from this room.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_1vOHu2I/AAAAAAAAADs/vpvnxqWf7wM/s1600-h/IMG00204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_1vOHu2I/AAAAAAAAADs/vpvnxqWf7wM/s400/IMG00204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363224029941971810" border="0" /></a><br />The oval, looking out towards High street.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_smabA_I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZZNHRDm5H2U/s1600-h/IMG00208.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_smabA_I/AAAAAAAAADk/ZZNHRDm5H2U/s400/IMG00208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363223872958825458" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yes, it is 11 stories up indeed.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_lb-Cv6I/AAAAAAAAADc/SMIxr3VCUrA/s1600-h/IMG00211.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_lb-Cv6I/AAAAAAAAADc/SMIxr3VCUrA/s400/IMG00211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363223749896355746" border="0" /></a><br />The fancy looking elevator doors.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_gLrABiI/AAAAAAAAADU/jc2kfuY_XV0/s1600-h/IMG00214.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_gLrABiI/AAAAAAAAADU/jc2kfuY_XV0/s400/IMG00214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363223659622172194" border="0" /></a><br />Look at all of those books! This is from the lobby, and those are Serials, Reference and Foreign Language.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_aszGUNI/AAAAAAAAADM/y8gMebL7qs8/s1600-h/IMG00215.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_aszGUNI/AAAAAAAAADM/y8gMebL7qs8/s400/IMG00215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363223565435293906" border="0" /></a><br />The beautiful sky light in the lobby.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_W04i2bI/AAAAAAAAADE/jEhOshbq5u0/s1600-h/IMG00216.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sm3_W04i2bI/AAAAAAAAADE/jEhOshbq5u0/s400/IMG00216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363223498886142386" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-77596324069555230562009-07-23T23:03:00.008-04:002009-07-23T23:09:53.155-04:00Notes from the Restroom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmklQO2m9NI/AAAAAAAAACs/ev7sygx37cE/s1600-h/IMG00192.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmklQO2m9NI/AAAAAAAAACs/ev7sygx37cE/s400/IMG00192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857792156562642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmklLHavJXI/AAAAAAAAACk/erYTch6pxfw/s1600-h/IMG00191.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmklLHavJXI/AAAAAAAAACk/erYTch6pxfw/s400/IMG00191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857704261264754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmklEkxpnHI/AAAAAAAAACc/Qe5enO9GCWo/s1600-h/IMG00190.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmklEkxpnHI/AAAAAAAAACc/Qe5enO9GCWo/s400/IMG00190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857591882914930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Smkk-Rif_WI/AAAAAAAAACU/xVAyMoO1GKA/s1600-h/IMG00187.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Smkk-Rif_WI/AAAAAAAAACU/xVAyMoO1GKA/s400/IMG00187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857483639881058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Smkk1TCNfrI/AAAAAAAAACM/-T08Jpkw4x4/s1600-h/IMG00182.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Smkk1TCNfrI/AAAAAAAAACM/-T08Jpkw4x4/s400/IMG00182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857329422499506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmkkqQ-jC1I/AAAAAAAAACE/-ZSgmHXhEYs/s1600-h/IMG00175.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SmkkqQ-jC1I/AAAAAAAAACE/-ZSgmHXhEYs/s400/IMG00175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857139891702610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />OK, well this last one was taken out of my window when the evening sky was especially vivid. It was a beautiful night, and my phone camera could not do it justice...maybe I can play around with photoshop a bit.<br /><br />The other pictures, again with my sad phone camera, are from a stall in the basement women's rooms on campus. It was interesting to watch it grow over the school year, and last week someone tried to wash it all off - in vain.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-29376152155992779952009-07-23T11:22:00.002-04:002009-07-23T11:25:19.813-04:00Alright, I am having trouble with this site. I find it difficult to navigate, and my dashboard disappears on certain sites, so I am unable to follow those blogs. Does anyone know of a better blogging site? If not I will probably stick it out here. I will have some more pictures soon, probably when I am done with school work on Friday (tomorrow).<br /><br />I love the rain, but I cannot wait until it is sunny and warm again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-78958850744013677002009-07-22T20:30:00.004-04:002009-07-22T20:38:49.882-04:00A DreamShe died, it was time for her move on to different worlds. She stated it so matter of factly on her way out the door, that it didn't even sink in until it had probably already happened.<br /><br />The closet was the key. It was the TA hub of the office. You came from there and you went there to go different places. Her husband ushered us in to go somewhere - he didn't seem to mind her abrupt departure, so maybe it wasn't true. I felt sad for him too. I didn't go with the rest, I had more important things on my mind. They were OK without me anyway.<br /><br />It's all I can remember of half an hour ago. I should probably see a doctor, I fall asleep too well when I don't need to, and I shouldn't be able to dream after an hour. Just as well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-37788906532848322082009-06-30T23:11:00.004-04:002009-06-30T23:19:46.276-04:00Some Interesting Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SkrVeu8IWoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/V8_cyA-S3GQ/s1600-h/IMG00171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SkrVeu8IWoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/V8_cyA-S3GQ/s400/IMG00171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353325831056284290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SkrVZ8fBCqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4w-VzEPzBwc/s1600-h/IMG00139.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SkrVZ8fBCqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4w-VzEPzBwc/s400/IMG00139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353325748792920738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SkrVTkwvhkI/AAAAAAAAABs/lBJwI5a2s6Q/s1600-h/aliens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SkrVTkwvhkI/AAAAAAAAABs/lBJwI5a2s6Q/s400/aliens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353325639345604162" border="0" /></a>The first one is a hidden message from Denney, the last one a nice Alien display in western Ohio. the middle one? I was bored...it's of my shoes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-49834654043209422422009-06-29T21:35:00.003-04:002009-06-29T22:03:46.862-04:00a Short ShortI want to smoke, but I don't. I want to go to this show or that, yet I don't. I nap instead. Instead I smile at people, then feel silly and creepy. I must look sad or angry -- I have no clue, I am clueless.<br /> I am at the computer lab, smiling at people. I realize my lips are probably chapped and my mouth is that weird kind of dry where it is sticky and awkward. My eyes feel like it's sunny even though I am in the basement; my hair is stingy.<br /> I glance at him and as his eyes turn to me I try to look cool and interested in what is on my screen -- it's just igoogle -- and I tug at my shirt. I cough my smokers cough and try to glance at him with out being noticed. It would be the worst thing in the world right now if he caught me. He notices. I try to smile, yet the motion is alien. What I end up with is a grimace.<br /> My saunter -- which is actually a weird waddle/shimmy -- takes me to the printer. He comes up from behind which is the most unlikely and unexpected thing in the world to me. Someone laughs somewhere. He says "hi" with a slight smile. My grimace returns, and my answer is short and my voice fails me when I need it the most.<br /> I go home and text my boyfriend.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-42367511694005890022009-06-29T21:32:00.001-04:002009-06-29T21:34:56.558-04:00a Poem<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Passion</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Introspective I</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">know not the answers he seeks.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Brooding He</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">wishes to be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">knows not the questions he askes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lover We</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">once</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">tried to be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">not knowing how -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nor that it would consume us both.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-74329064606842050202009-06-29T21:21:00.006-04:002009-06-29T21:32:08.381-04:00Sunset on a Cell Phone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SklqOfTiRnI/AAAAAAAAABA/fn7WvMdxU2A/s1600-h/HPIM0747.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SklqOfTiRnI/AAAAAAAAABA/fn7WvMdxU2A/s400/HPIM0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352926429260695154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SklqFy3HKqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KUAbTCVCTaA/s1600-h/HPIM0744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SklqFy3HKqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KUAbTCVCTaA/s400/HPIM0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352926279891364514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sklp7KY9WqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H9JjNF1Aqe0/s1600-h/HPIM0743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/Sklp7KY9WqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H9JjNF1Aqe0/s400/HPIM0743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352926097228782242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SklprGkkK7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/BvoJOb4Bqyc/s1600-h/HPIM0750.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28oF6XO02Ac/SklprGkkK7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/BvoJOb4Bqyc/s400/HPIM0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352925821325814706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I was driving back from a weekend at my friend's place, and there was a beautiful sunset. I know that I and my measly Blackberry Pearl camera cannot do it justice, but I sure can try!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-18959808607097865232009-06-25T23:14:00.000-04:002009-06-25T23:25:27.667-04:00Oh what a week.<br /><br />Today ended the first of five tough weeks. I am taking summer quarter classes, and am doing it in a half-quarter condensing 10 weeks of content down into 5 weeks. I didn't know what I was getting into, and it should prove to be a challenge. But, I need it -- I need to push myself, to better realize my potential, and my limits.<br /><br />I try to unwind. My shower seems to be so temperamental. Some days it can't get hot enough, and others like tonight, it could hardly get cool enough.<br /><br />As my muscles and nerves unclench, I start to feel worse. I think the tightened muscles mask the pain of life that might otherwise might not be so bad. My instincts tell me to not relax, it would feel better that way. But I know that I have to endure through it to feel truly better.<br /><br />It is late, and I have things to do before I can go to bed. I hope I can sleep in -- I probably won't be able to.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-43895226347684527772009-06-25T23:05:00.000-04:002009-06-25T23:13:35.494-04:00A Sad Day IndeedMichael Jackson is dead. It was a surreal moment when I heard this getting on the bus to return home this afternoon. His scandals are sad because they overshadowed the last years of his life. However, it is undeniable his influence and his talent. he will be missed.<br /><br />So will Farrah Fawcett. I am not so familiar with her career or her struggle, but it is so sad to see her go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-10866399775324623042009-06-25T09:14:00.000-04:002009-06-25T09:23:12.746-04:00This Mornings Dream.A T-Rex trying fervently and futilely to suck the maple syrup out of Bobby Hill. Theres just too much. Bobby doesn't seem to mind, and I find it hilarious. My SL companions don't seem to notice, nor would they care. Curious that they are all in the same place in person, seems completely unremarkable. The T-Rex is a liquid being now, comprised of watermellon gumballs which can come apart and back together again. I don't think this will help with the Hill kid, and he still doesnt seem to mind, if he notices at all. My friend urgently needs my attention, and my body. She is like a child and an adult all at once, probably because I met her between the two. Stray is DJing and serving drinks, Jasmine is around here somewhere, there is even a sad club underneath. The movies let out a while ago, no wait I snuck out. Can't remember why. I can't find my way out of here. Part of this story is backwards. I hope I'm not caught. Robert won't be pleased, but I don't care. Its my life. At the end of it all, just like other mornings, I'm being told that its time to go, and in fact I have awoken late.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7797513116338392605.post-60426078859038537512009-06-01T10:12:00.000-04:002009-06-01T10:14:26.764-04:00Well, I just thought this might be a good and simple outlet for blogging. I've tried xanga (too complicated) and myspace (good for being connected but not anonymous enough) and now I have found myself here. I have to run to class, but I will return.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0