Sunday, July 12, 2009
Unsurpassable Places
There's always that one place that you can't resist going in when you walk past it. For me, this addicting place is the Antiques Store. Nothing pleases me more than going inside and seeing the organized clutter and walking around on the old hardwood floor that creaks with every step. In the corner on the right, there's an entire briefcase of glass eyeballs. In the side room, there's a collection of Civil War military caps. And the postcards!
Another odd place I love to go in is the luggage store. There's something about different varieties of luggage set in one place.
And the last place I can never pass up an opportunity to go in is the bookstore. Barnes & Noble is my ultimate favorite. :) Just last week I used up the last of the money on my giftcard to buy one book. Somehow, that one book translated into three purchases. In all, I bought three books. I just couldn't restrain myself.
Do any of you have places you can't pass by on the street?
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Update
I've already seen Star Trek and Transformers 2, so the only logical conclusion is to end the movie-going summer with Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I'm certain it will fulfill my expectations. They're not very high, since the 5th movie was an epic failure. However, this movie looks halfway decent. Midnight showing, here I come.
My friends may ostracize me when they realize I'm not coming in full costume, but I run a "tight ship." lol. Well, seeing movies isn't the only thing I've been doing this summer. I've gone on scavenger hunts, partied till I dropped, and gone on a steep hike up the side of the mesa at the Petroglyphs. Life couldn't be sweeter.
Movie Update: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Book Update: The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
Music Update: First Train Home by Imogen Heap
On the other hand, recently I've experienced a loss...the whole family has. I hope that we will all be able to support one another and pray for strength.
My friends may ostracize me when they realize I'm not coming in full costume, but I run a "tight ship." lol. Well, seeing movies isn't the only thing I've been doing this summer. I've gone on scavenger hunts, partied till I dropped, and gone on a steep hike up the side of the mesa at the Petroglyphs. Life couldn't be sweeter.
Movie Update: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Book Update: The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
Music Update: First Train Home by Imogen Heap
On the other hand, recently I've experienced a loss...the whole family has. I hope that we will all be able to support one another and pray for strength.
New Layout
I know that for a very long time now my blog has been black, grey, and red all over. Well, that's (as I'm sure you've noticed) all gone now. I've given it a fresh look, and hopefully a new direction. Blog posts that focus on my photography (whether they're good or not I don't know but I'm going to put them up anyway) will have the title of "Open Eyes." Everything else will vary. We'll see how this whole blogging thing goes. However, I have put in some effort recently. Hooray! Anyway, this post was just a notice to any person who happens to read this blog (I doubt anyone does, but just in case) and hasn't checked in for a long while. I don't want to freak you out lol.
Ellipse - New Album by Imogen Heap
Imogen Heap: Brilliant, funny, informative...this woman makes me smile. :)
For many years now, I have been (I hope) a supportive fan of this talented musician.
I, first off, love her for her close and open relationship with her fans. I've never known any artist to be as connected with their fans. Her v-blogs are always worth watching. For the past 2 years, she has kept the outside world informed on all of her work.
Now we are all waiting anxiously for the release date of her new album...August 25th.
Her music is amazing. Her album "Details" made in her collaborative project FROU FROU was the first album I listened to without doing anything else at the same time. It was the first time in my life that I actually laid down on my bedroom floor and listened to an album all the way through.
Her new single "First Train Home" is available for listening at http://stereogum.com/archives/album-art/new-imogen-heap---first-train-home_078841.html
One of my favorite poems
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Dan Eldon
http://www.daneldon.org
I remember this past year in photography class, Mr. Knight pulled out a book. It was titled THE JOURNEY IS THE DESTINATION: THE JOURNALS OF DAN ELDON. This one book changed the way I see art. I have always been someone who has tried to find my own creative outlet in a family of "art un-appreciator's" as I call them. His style led me to find my very own art. While his art is not completely in unison with my own, it is what shaped the beginning of my artistic experience. As I develop slowly in my own way, I never forget the Dan was my inspiration. An amazing young man who had a strong message in his heart. Thanks, Dan.
I remember this past year in photography class, Mr. Knight pulled out a book. It was titled THE JOURNEY IS THE DESTINATION: THE JOURNALS OF DAN ELDON. This one book changed the way I see art. I have always been someone who has tried to find my own creative outlet in a family of "art un-appreciator's" as I call them. His style led me to find my very own art. While his art is not completely in unison with my own, it is what shaped the beginning of my artistic experience. As I develop slowly in my own way, I never forget the Dan was my inspiration. An amazing young man who had a strong message in his heart. Thanks, Dan.
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