"do something and you'll be someone"

I take pictures of my prints because the scanner doesn't scan.

Anyway, I've had many things on my mind lately. Foremost are my results from the Birkman "test." What the Birkman is is an assessment of a person's usual behavior, innermost needs, and reactions under stress... each report is an astounding 40 somewhat pages! Anyway, the point is to learn how a person ticks so you can... coexist. Needless to say, these 41 pages hold more secrets than any diary I've ever kept! I've also discovered I am artistic (thank you, Mr Birkman). Anyway, sarcastic remarks aside, its certainly interesting, and I've been inspired to dramatize some of my results- a bit like what these guys do.

I love hearing the owl coo every night

I love the echoes of someone playing drums far away

I love the frantic tapping of rain on my skylights

I love the eerie call of the loon across a lake

I love the sound of sizzling grease in a pan

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I feel that I live largely in an art world focused on pictures and on music, but every once in a while I hear a sound that just transports me to an entirely different place. So I pay homage to those sounds, and am thankful again that beauty is found everywhere and in every form.

january 12

am I becoming more and more old fashioned?

This is the very first christmas-gift-thank-you card I've ever made, and I fashioned it because I sincerely do enjoy the atmosphere the aroma-thing creates. I just feel bad because I won't be making any more this year, (don't hate me!) though I'm enjoying all my presents.
Christmas letters and thank you cards. Am I turning into an old woman? Might I aswell just start wearing knitting needles in my hair to have handy in case of a knitting emergency?

like sitting ducks

my pictures are here!

I can finally share some of my pictures with you! So without further ado, a little taste!

This makes me happy, since the developing process took so long with the holidays and such.

He Has No Friends
But He Gets A Lot Of Mail
I'll Bet He Spent A Little
Time In Jail...
I Heard He Was Up On The
Roof Last Night
Signaling With A Flashlight
And What's That Tune He's
Always Whistling...
What's He Building In There?
What's He Building In There?


-Tom Waits

thanks, Neil, I will

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.


-Neil Gaiman

'Year-in' thoughts

I never realize how long a year really is. Now that we're at the end of this one and looking back, so much is coming to mind that I forgot about the beginning! What I do remember feels like such a long time ago though, what with grad in June and a change in lifestyle.

There's so much I could say about 2009- it brought change, introduced me to wonderful people, held many exciting new experiences, taught me to cry, and proved how complicated life can be. Nonetheless I'm left feeling happy about the way the year turned out- sickness and family issues and all!

Too bad its the beginning of 2010 (twenty ten!) and I'm already ill.