Broke in my new sketchbook! I read that the first (blank) page is the most intimidating and should be just scribbled and doodled the hell out of, just to get it out of the way. So, I've gone and done just that while watching Monk season 1.
Saturday, April 05, 2014
Day #5
Hurray for sleeping in in the weekend! I've been having rather vivid and 'active' dreams lately. 'Active' in that I'm always in motion, doing things, in my dreams. I can only remember vaguely that the dreams are action-filled, but not really what they really were.
Friday, April 04, 2014
Day #4
Today, I pulled Charley Harper: An Illustrated Life off the shelves, along with Petite Pattern Book: Scandinavian Style. Such pretty visuals!
Wish there were books on David Stoupakis, Tara McPherson, Audrey Kawasaki, Amy Sol, or James Jean I could find at this library; however, I could find Mark Ryden, Camille Rose Garcia, and Marion Peck — which I believe I'd ordered ... Must slip more such books into my book recommendations soon.
Fuck. Can't wait for the weekend ...!
Thursday, April 03, 2014
Day #3
Whenever I check my Facebook feed (which unfortunately is more frequently than I ought to), I wonder if I might not be missing out on something by not religiously documenting my everyday life in photos. After all, my memory is both a sponge and sieve; pretty sure I'm retaining daydreams and imaginings as memories while 'true' memories fade more with every passing second. But it's just so hard to remember to pull out my phone to snap pics while wonderful and amazing things are happening ...
Day #2
Fuck. Only the second day and I already failed — I totally forgot to do a quickie post after my nightly plank and stretch ritual.
So, yesterday: again inspired by Lisa Congdon's illustrations, I thought I should buy a sketchbook (don't know where my old ones are — if they haven't already disintegrated) and learn/start to sketch shit. Like, I've been thinking for my next papercutting project I want to do one of my own scribbles (prolly 'Hope') with something (flourish? shapes?) to hold the letters together.
Get motivated, Self!
Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Day #1
Saw this article from the fb feed and decided the advice from Lisa Congdon is rather doable.
So here I am, back on the saddle — so to speak — attempting to get back into forming sentences that AREN'T mind-numbing, stupefying drivel about "the Library" is all rainbow-vomiting-unicorns Awesome™ and deserves a mention in the annual report, or how an e-resource is so pants-wettingly blow-your-mind Awesome™ and will save your crummy assignment. For the next 30 days at least, sentences will be formed, with or without coherence, intelligence, or sense.
Friday, June 04, 2010
A wee bit of hiatus by default due to a crashing netbook and a drowned cellphone - both self-healed, so all is good ... for now.
The break had me thinking about what to do with this blog. A hundred words is too limiting, and I won't be able to post photos of my meals (it's still a good way to track my diet though) if both netbook and cellphone died again.
So: where next? I discovered I'm registered at wordpress (and might give it a go if I were allowed to post videos), but might just stick with blogger.
We'll see!
The break had me thinking about what to do with this blog. A hundred words is too limiting, and I won't be able to post photos of my meals (it's still a good way to track my diet though) if both netbook and cellphone died again.
So: where next? I discovered I'm registered at wordpress (and might give it a go if I were allowed to post videos), but might just stick with blogger.
We'll see!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Came across this three-year old article (and this related piece) this morning, and couldn't recall a sad song I'd heard in recent years.
The only two songs of which lyrics made me sad when I first heard them as a kid raised on oldies, who didn't know who Michael Jackson was 'til 1993, were 'Tell Laura I Love Her' and 'Honey'.
Everything else after that just made me happily depressed to the point of suicide. What is a "sad song" anyway?
Songs sung blue, with a "cry in your voice"?
The only two songs of which lyrics made me sad when I first heard them as a kid raised on oldies, who didn't know who Michael Jackson was 'til 1993, were 'Tell Laura I Love Her' and 'Honey'.
| Ray Peterson - Tell Laura I Love Her .mp3 | ||
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| Bobby Goldsboro - Honey .mp3 | ||
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Everything else after that just made me happily depressed to the point of suicide. What is a "sad song" anyway?
Songs sung blue, with a "cry in your voice"?
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