examination.

hi hi hi : )

Over the past few months I have realized a “back to the basics” strategy is necessary if Little Bird is to survive. I am therefore returning to my blogging roots.... once again I will commit to month long projects – re the days of “ones I love” & “kind acts.”

Organization & structure. Only within predefined limits & constraints does my creativity flourish.

Every day for the rest of November I will post an image - be it mine, an artist’s, another blogger’s… graphic design, photography, painting, whatever. The image will reflect the day I’ve had….

Prepare yourselves for skulls, skeletons, and time clocks.

It’s so very good to be back : ) Off to read what ya’ll have been up to…

October 2008

October 2008
Originally uploaded by robinannmcintosh

weekend.

Augusten Burroughs, "Dry"

Sobriety:

All of a sudden, I feel like an emotional paraplegic. I feel that all of my gains and insights are based on control and denial. I'm worried that I'm so profoundly sick as to appear healthy and together.

Like cubic zirconium, I only look real. I'm an impostor. The fact is, I am not like other people.

Do you have friends like this? I do. I love it/hate it because it 's awesome/sucks. You get me?

The reason I know what we are to each other is because we fight freely and almost constantly, about even the smallest thing. In fact, once we didn't speak for an entire week because he didn't like the way I loaded his dishwasher...I can't decide if we're exact opposites, or somehow exactly the same except for minor cosmetic differences. I do know that all of his friends hate me and all of my friends hate him. We drive each other crazy in ways that nobody else can even touch. We never bore each other. And we both realize what a rare thing this is.

sunday hike

hiking in the foothills...

photos are back!!

I am SO very excited, my new camera finally arrived!!
A digital SLR of my very own - be still, happy heart!!

friday finds

beautiful graphics & lovely designs: snow and graham.

30 great apartment finds

Jackie's turquoise room, inspiration!

dream, dream, dream of this piece.

last but not least, for all you list making ninnies like myself!

remember the milk

for jackie.

Firstly, love is a peculiar thing. There is an almost ludicrous asymmetry between two people. The person at the top of your best friend list may rank you only at the middle of his or her list. However, if you truly, truly loved someone, then you'd be able to realise that it's OK if they don't love you back. True love gives and expects nothing in return; a true unrequited love. So, I've moved on from my perfect potential companion. He gave me the strength to realise that I can move on. He gave me the courage to try something different. He gave me the wisdom and sense for me to also respect myself. So, if you truly loved them, it doesn't matter if they feel the same way, your love conquers all.

If you belive in destiny then you have know that things happen when they are meant to be. People part for reasons beyond human comprehension but the reality remains if you are meant to love each other and be with each other, it will happen. That's the power of destiny. Love always wins. Love is important and only it counts.

I am going through this right now. For those of you whose situation is similar, this is what I suggest: Deal with reality. Stop hoping, dreaming, etc. Pray and tell God that you forgive them for not being able to love you. Ask God to take this from you - and He will. Then continue to deal with reality. Don't tell yourself, maybe someday... they'll change... True love accepts the person for who they are, even when they are evil and they don't love you. It means accepting reality. When you love and accept reality at the same time, you are forced to move on. When you deal with reality and move on without love, you take bitterness with you. When you love without dealing with reality, you hurt yourself. Love the other person, Accept the reality and pray to God for the wisdom and strength you'll need to do that continuously until it ceases to become a problem.

more thumbnails!

More of the famous.

Write - Write Now.

Somewhat absurd 2 in the morning thumbnails...

Pencil signs!

Different writing utensils & machines.

continutation of the post below... comments! please!

thanks, everyone, I have been writing down each and every suggestion.

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thumbnails

my scanner and I are not friends, therefore I could only deliver 3 of my 100 thumbnails... more later, but for now?

please PLEASE leave any feedback/suggestions/new ideas, etc. that pop into your head! comments are VERY appreciated!

disclaimer: I am definitely not a good artists (drawing wise), so please bear with me...

Inkwell:

writing (ink) fostering fantasy, imagination and play - the limits to what you can write, where you can go, are endless! I can't take credit for the ink bottle, a classmate of mine suggested the idea : )

Che:

a series of "famous" pop icons holding pencils in their mouths... aims to encourage thought and interest on student's part, implying that every major figure or great leader began with writing something down...

Warhol:

part of famous series

more later! happy tuesday, ladies and gents!

Time Travel short film

Time Travel short film
Originally uploaded by Blanka.co.uk

Friday Find One: Design Inspiration.

In August Veer set up a "creative competition" - over a four day period contestants took 400 images. This is a condensed version of one entry...

Isabel Allende: last page of quotes.

…..various sources:

Write what should not be forgotten.

For women the best aphrodisiacs are words.

Here, write it, or it will be erased by the wind.

You can tell the deepest truth with the lies of fiction.

I see a more feminine world, a world where feminine values will be validated, the same as masculine values are. A more integrated world. I see that in the future, things that we have lost in the past will be recovered. There's a search for those things, a search for spirituality, for nature, for the goddess religions, for family and human bonding. All that has been lost in this industrial era. People are in desperate need of those things. I don't think the world will destroy itself in a nuclear cataclysm. On the contrary, we have the capacity to save ourselves and save the planet, and we will use it.

You are the storyteller of your own life, and you can create your own legend or not.

I've been so thoroughly incorporated into the California culture that I practice meditation and go to a therapist, even though I always set a trap: during my meditation I invent stories to keep from being bored, and in therapy I invent stories to keep from boring the psychologist.

Allende's The House of Spirits

How to react to an angry, explosive man:

He shouted like a madman, pacing up and down the living room and slamming his fist against the furniture, arguing that if Clara intended to follow in her mother’s footsteps she was going to come face to face with a real man, who would pull her pants down and giver her a good spanking so she’d get it out of her damned head to go around haranguing people, and that he categorically forbade her to go to prayer meetings or any other kind and that he wasn’t some ninny whose wife could go around making a fool of him. Clara let him scream his head off and bang on the furniture until he was exhausted. Then, inattentive as ever, she asked him if he knew how to wiggle his ears (106).

Ferula, the spinster sister of Esteban Trueba:

She was a regal matron, but with a bitter smile on her face that revealed her inner tragedy (109).

Nana, the Trueba’s live in nanny:

She had been born to cradle other people’s children, wear their hand-me-down clothing, eat their leftovers, live on borrowed happiness and grief, grow old beneath other people’s roofs, die one day in her miserable little room in the far courtyard in a bed that did not belong to her, and be buried in a common grave in the public cemetery (124).

On charity and giving to the poor:

“This is to assuage our conscience, darling,” she would explain to Blanca. “But it doesn’t help the poor. They don’t need charity; they need justice” (136).