says who?

says me.

everytime i load this page, the duck is in a different place. i could've sworn i wrote fixed in the tag. that's what you get for attempting half-assed blogger hacks with barely any knowledge of code.

either that or i am delirious. two weeks left of an undergraduate degree will do that to a person.

my first day back on the bike, and already i'm giving people the finger. do you want me to drive into the parked car jackass??

i don't think i'm even conscious anymore.

what to do when you're feeling completely overwhelmed with assignments at 1:30 in the morning?

why have a milkshake of course. and not just any milkshake, the best goddamn chocolate milkshake this side of tuesday. so much for a vow of no milk.

who's there?

i've recently come to the conclusion that university is just a bad knock-knock joke.

seedy

anyone in need of seeds? i mostly have tomatoes of the heirloom variety. here's my stash:

• cherokee purple tomato
• black cherry tomato
• green zebra tomato
• black prince tomato
• zucchini
• bull's blood beet
• ruby swiss chard
• tendergreen bush beans
• little marvel peas
• sugar baby watermelon
• black seeded simpson lettuce (green leaf)

if you're interested, let me know and i can drop 'em in the mail.

in other news, i got yet another new baby.


she's so pretty and retro - and she takes lovely pictures, even when i'm not quite sure how to handle her.


it's probably not the wisest thing for me to be doing - investing in a new camera when i should be saving my money for cuba. did i mention i'm going to cuba? for five weeks?! i'm so excited...and terrified. well, at least i'll get to dance with beautiful cuban men (and women)...and the super-coloursaturated streets of la habaña will be well recorded by my beautiful new-old sx70.

garsh!

abroad

(photo credit: Mr. Mark on flickr)

she has romantic notions about a new adventure in a distant land...
she reminds herself that things are not always what you expect so don't get too excited.
still her heart trembles when she thinks of it.

found

spring came and i barely registered it's arrival...so i busted out some sweet cs moves with my wicked new brushes and made a silly tribute.



Tiptoe through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me

Oh, tiptoe from the garden
By the garden of the willow tree
And tiptoe through the tulips with me

Knee deep in flowers we'll stray
We'll keep the showers away
And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight
Will you pardon me?
And tiptoe through the tulips with me

the worst ever

sweet anticipation: the kettle has boiled, you're about to enjoy a lovely cup of hot chai, just a dash of sugar and some soymilk and perfection...only to discover that there's CHUNKS in your soymilk...after you've put it in your tea! guh! stupid crappy soymilk...

housekeeping

in anticipation of a drastic overhaul of this whole business, i'm changing over my blogger address in a week to thehobbyette.blogspot.com (or just thehobbyette.com -- yes i am a dork and bought my own domain name, although i have nothing other than this silly blog at the moment).

i thought i should mention this for the sake of those who read my bits of nonsense. for that i thank you, and hope you will continue to do so. this is so i don't lose you, my few precious readers.

ciao

confession

this is somewhat embarrassing, and i'm sure i'll regret posting this in about five minutes, but i had to get it out there once and for all. i like coldplay (barf). i just can't help it; they're like riesen or tootsie rolls -- sickeningly sweet after half a bite, you want to spit it out, but you just can't stop.

they tug at my heart strings, despite my best efforts to resist.

i'm gonna go listen to some smashing pumpkins now so i can save face. i am so dark and melancholy like -- fuck coldplay, yeah! (not sure if that's any better...ah well)

nob

mmmm strawberry banana goodness....great way to start the morning of st. patty's day...already hungover from a hard night of indesign-ing (learning an entirely new program in one night when you have to finish a project with it is not recommended, no matter how familiar you may be with adobe's design program interface). the upside is that indesign is a kick-ass program and i can now make all the things i've dream of for so long (in print) and i don't have to learn quark! woo-hoo!

nd (nob disclaimer): this was a completely inane post about what a dork i am -- i apologize for taking 30 seconds of your life you can never get back.

the sandstorm

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions," says the boy named Crow. "You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far way, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. you'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about"

- from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

perchance to clean

shakespeare, lipstick, and rubber gloves...what more could a girl want?

surely you do

"Do you miss me?" she asked of no one in particular.

"Surely not if you want me to", no-one-in-particular replied

what about...

my biggest mistake was blaming my sadness on other people.

it is only me.

in adequacy

face it.
some of us are just less adequate than others.

is there nothing i do better?

of dancing and revolving doors

the transience of thought...i thought about this post and thought it was stupid in retrospect.

sometimes a revolving door is just a revolving door.

w day

Hooray for women!
(I may be just a touch biased 'cause I am one)

Cunts rejoice!

invaders from the deep

Amusing news: sea sponges have somehow made it into the California legal system.

a few regrettable deaths

"Deaths from which we derive the very benefits of civilization. Benefits we can afford so easily because those lives were bought so cheaply."

Words of Ham from The Constant Gardener...they cut so deep. The thought that the world is based on some lives being valued above others is devastating. Is this human nature?

planet earth is blue

I've delved into the art of cyanotyping -- isn't it exciting pretty internet people?



I'm excited. And despite my amateur-esque abilités (the white specs in this one indicate inadequate application of the emulsion pre-printing, and the linked image is way overexposed -- even for cyanotype); I'm entering this in an art show on alternative transportation for environment week. All's I can say is woo-hoo!

that's what i like, mick

I hate student politics. A bunch of well meaning people (and some not so well-meaning), with little time, and no compensation (other than a false sense of superiority), come together and form a huge, ineffectual bureaucracy. It's disastrous. People who don't really know what they're doing suddenly cling to any vestige of power they can muster in order to appear knowledgeable and useful. So much for doing anything this year.

Musn't Grumble. I need a martini, and a hot bath to clear the air. When these are not available, add 20 drops of wormwood, stir, wait. Euphoria soon follows. Note: can be obtained legally at any healthfood store.