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).

Design for a Cause.

hello, world!

new project: Design w/a Cause.

Description:

Find a non-profit organization, or cause, to develop a poster, or series of posters for… Initially you will create a list of words that best describe what the organization or cause is about. Looking carefully at your list of words, select 3-5 that you feel have strong connotations.

Assignment:

Create a design using imagery based on the connotation of the word or words that relate to the essence of your cause. Your final layout will be suggested 16x20 poster and should include a possible headline and a logotype for your non-profit organization.

This project will require an extensive exploration of thumbnail indications.

· A minimum of 100 hand developed thumbnails (due this week)

· 6 hand developed rough sketches

· 3 semi-tight indications

· Final layout

Preliminary Research...

Organization:

826la

About:

Non-profit organization dedicated to supporting students 6 to 18 with their creative and expository writing skills. Helps teachers inspire students to write.

- Drop in tutoring (Monday through Thursday, 2:30 – 5:30).

- After school workshops

- In-schools tutoring

- Help for English Language learners

- Assistance with student publication

Services inspired by the belief that great leaps of learning can be inspired by one on one education, and strong writing skills are essential to future success.

Any ideas? I went to class yesterday armed with a boatload of stick figures. I want to play on the iconic 1950's classroom....

key words:

CULTIVATE CREATIVITY EDUCATION INNOVATION

brainstorming images, or what my professor calls "visual stable data":

- the yellow pencil w/green stripes and a red eraser
- chalk boards
- lined paper
- student desk
- detention lines
- lunch pales

over the ocean blue.

have a wonderful weekend!!

memememe.

me in the tub, quirky-unspectacular-ridiculous.


Amy from Rich Interior World (a blog I absolutely LOVE, she is such a profound and beautiful writer!!), has tagged me in a "Quirky Game."

In lieu of Friday link-love, I decided to exercise some self-love and concentrate this post on moi.

The Rules Are:

1. Link to the person who tagged you (did that above)
2. Post the rules on your blog (doing that here)
3. Write 6 random things/unspectacular quirks about yourself
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.

6 random things/unspectacular quirks about myself:

1- I pride myself on my smooth, soft skin… conditioned by creams, lotions, and sprays aplenty. The soles of my feet, however, are atypically rugged.

Most of my friends and all of my boyfriends comment on my “Indian” feet. I owe my ironbound footsies to years of Florida shell rock, coarse Canadian beaches, California casual, hiking around Chile in flip-flops… marathon walks, open toed shoes, barefoot nights, swimming, snorkeling, sun tanning, sandals. Oh, and last but not least, the endless search for summer that defines my life. I despise the cold weather and I will avoid it at all costs. Even scabrous hobbit's feet.

2- When I left for college I wanted to rename myself Raven. Looking back I can understand the desire to transform, yet I cannot fathom why I chose a name fit for a porn star!

3- I think I am a Broadway-caliber singer, I sing all the time – almost as often as my friends tell me that I am horrendous.

4- I love LOVE buying a big ole frozen yogurt, topping it with granola, mochi & coconut shavings, sitting in my car (whether or not I have somewhere to go), and turning on the heat full blast.

5- I cheated and asked Omar. He said, “Your appearance and home are in magnificent order, including your desk space and the way you organize. However, your car is a mess, like a bomb exploded.”

6- I sleep with a special rock under my pillow.

I am tagging these special folks (most of them family):

Jackie
Carmeli
Mom
Dana May
Becca
Valentina

need your help.

For my graphic design course I have to choose an "organization with a cause"... save the environment, save the whales, march of dimes, redcross, etc.

Any suggestions? I was thinking about redesigning the logo for NOW's (National Organization for Women) California chapter...

I would rather cover a smaller, more grassroots organization, but I can't bring any to mind.

I am open to any and all advice! Thanks : )

Kevin Griffin, One Breath at a Time.

You don't have to believe your thoughts.

The Buddha talks about the “bliss of blamelessness.” When there are no secrets in your life and you’re living cleanly, a sense of safety arises. Your’e not looking over your shoulder all the time (15).

The Buddha saw how much suffering we create fighting these facts, resisting and trying to circumvent aging, illness, death, and loss, and he realized that clear understanding and acceptance was the key to letting go of that suffering (17).

The Buddha saw that everything starts with thoughts; that we speak and act based on thoughts; that our words and actions turn into habits—or addictions; and that those habits shape our character into something inflexible. So, he says, “Watch the thought and its ways with care, and let it spring from love born out of concern for all beings… As the shadow follows the body, as we think, so we become” (18).

Thursday is my something-spiritual day... enjoy : )

Allende's The House of Spirits.

On falling in love with a childhood friend - wedged between the innocence of youth and the trappings of adulthood....

They spent that summer oscillating between childhood, which still held them in its clasp, and their awakening as man and woman. There were times when they ran like little children, stirring up the chickens and exciting the cows, drinking up their fill of fresh milk and winding up with foam mustaches, stealing fresh baked bread right from the oven and clamoring up trees to build secret houses.

At other times they hid in the forest's thickets, most secret recesses, making beds of leaves and pretending they were married, caressing each other until they fell asleep exhausted. They were still innocent enough to remove all their clothes without a trace of curiosity and swim naked in the river, as they always had, diving into the cold water and letting the current pull them down against the shiny stones.

But there were certain things they could no longer share. They learned to feel shame in each other’s presence. They no longer competed to see who could make the biggest puddle when they urinated, and Blanca did not tell him of the dark matter that stained her underwear once a month. Without anyone telling them, they realized that they could not act so freely in front of others. When Blanca dressed up as a young lady and sat on the terrace sipping lemonade with her family each afternoon, Pedro Tercero would watch her from afar, without coming closer.

They began to hide when they wanted to play. They stopped walking hand in hand with in the sight of adults, and they ignored each so as not to attract attention.

Nana gave a sign of relief, but Clara started watching them more carefully (147).