A x-mas present from the John. I love handles,especially metal ones and this one has two. Although I have not permanently attached it to anything yet, I find myself making a button a day, sometimes even two!
I'm a rambling man
Monday, February 7, 2011
But-o-matic
A x-mas present from the John. I love handles,especially metal ones and this one has two. Although I have not permanently attached it to anything yet, I find myself making a button a day, sometimes even two!
sail away with me...
Friday, February 4, 2011
18th century posters
This is what I am talking about! I LOVE how everything is laid out and the intensity of the bold print words. I am going to attempt something similar today and see how it goes.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Bells, The Bells
There is a church less than a block from where I live and everyday at noon, a bell rings--most of the time it rings once, then twice, and ends in a trio of resonating sound--but today the bell is late. The bell has no religious value to me but I have developed, what one would call, a dependency. Noon. Noon noon. Noon noon noon.
Sitting in what I call silence (the freeway hum, roaring planes, and ambulance sirens aside)I stare at the cable box clock blinking an orange 12:02. I have a theory that the bell is actually hand rung because the dings (is that what you call it?) are always in a different succession. Imagine a priest or father, maybe a nun, setting her alarm for 11:48a.m. so she can stand beneath the mouth of the bell and pull its ropey tongue.
Sitting in what I call silence (the freeway hum, roaring planes, and ambulance sirens aside)I stare at the cable box clock blinking an orange 12:02. I have a theory that the bell is actually hand rung because the dings (is that what you call it?) are always in a different succession. Imagine a priest or father, maybe a nun, setting her alarm for 11:48a.m. so she can stand beneath the mouth of the bell and pull its ropey tongue.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
When you hear yourself out loud...
How often do you take your own advice? or Follow what you preach?
"Ugh! She is such a hypocrite! I can't stand her anymore. We use to be cool but one day she gave me the cold shoulder and that was that..."
He seemed enraged the moment I said her name and his discontent erupted into a discussion about religion, beliefs, and life decisions. Confused and a bit annoyed, I posed to him several ordinary instances in which he stopped completely, swirled his drink a little, and remained silent. He finally answered with: "Regardless of race, religion, or creed, you should not judge anyone differently."
The conversation ended. He had realized what he had done. He looked as though he had just discovered light or that we are not alone in the universe, some great revelation that stumped him. The sound of his own voice and what he had said made him remember, perhaps all the people he hurt, made cry, or made doubt themselves.
Here is hoping.
"Ugh! She is such a hypocrite! I can't stand her anymore. We use to be cool but one day she gave me the cold shoulder and that was that..."
He seemed enraged the moment I said her name and his discontent erupted into a discussion about religion, beliefs, and life decisions. Confused and a bit annoyed, I posed to him several ordinary instances in which he stopped completely, swirled his drink a little, and remained silent. He finally answered with: "Regardless of race, religion, or creed, you should not judge anyone differently."
The conversation ended. He had realized what he had done. He looked as though he had just discovered light or that we are not alone in the universe, some great revelation that stumped him. The sound of his own voice and what he had said made him remember, perhaps all the people he hurt, made cry, or made doubt themselves.
Here is hoping.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
thanksgiving at Blake and Jenna's
I had no plans to eat a Thanksgiving dinner tonight, but like many things, it just happened. The company was easy and fun and my shitty camera took the usual 70's style pics. Blurry yet interesting, most of the pics are comical. Blake took his revenge on the turkey, I suppose for taking up so much space in the freezer, I could only imagine his angst was released while he watched the turkey being devoured by his guests. All in all, a great night.
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