tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15579999133753248722024-02-20T10:41:39.048-08:00sugar power :: the art of little thingssugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comBlogger321125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-14272996909053063292012-01-25T05:32:00.000-08:002012-01-26T10:03:23.589-08:00polaroid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78DM7Vh2C8AnHmUEsVbKAV7cevDLjxmj1ODndGzVmkfU2cSJo9w6luAZHaP00XtJtVPQ09qaMbEYWg4IRrBg2BqGZapSmiAI4PJDEnBsLpdjuOBICV0yngiP01Imd5zoKxtbqXLnIqGEE/s1600/yardsale.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78DM7Vh2C8AnHmUEsVbKAV7cevDLjxmj1ODndGzVmkfU2cSJo9w6luAZHaP00XtJtVPQ09qaMbEYWg4IRrBg2BqGZapSmiAI4PJDEnBsLpdjuOBICV0yngiP01Imd5zoKxtbqXLnIqGEE/s400/yardsale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701563075048857074" /></a><br /><br />a new shop/gallery opened beside my apartment<br />last week all based on polaroids. it is magical.<br />they even sell refurbished old polaroid cameras.<br /><br />yes! they even have the barbie version.<br /><br />it reminded me a lot of <br /><br /><a href="http://jengotch.com/" target="_blank">jen gotch</a><br /><br />i posted this site before but it is always worth<br />another looksugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-1136369438591865772012-01-25T05:06:00.000-08:002012-01-25T05:13:54.050-08:00sruli recht<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtf9DBiQRDcmjI4GNVKPhmOrohwFVCK7nf365AnB_HZ_JoEgPApA-ctvqWj0e83AWbgXPW-0wyhyphenhyphenmbdCpvsO-cVjvPMwT1XP5w-AajpuzYp0uZkhUEsRzp1r4ozT2YTcXJbgrzIX8oD8Yu/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-25+at+2.12.23+PM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtf9DBiQRDcmjI4GNVKPhmOrohwFVCK7nf365AnB_HZ_JoEgPApA-ctvqWj0e83AWbgXPW-0wyhyphenhyphenmbdCpvsO-cVjvPMwT1XP5w-AajpuzYp0uZkhUEsRzp1r4ozT2YTcXJbgrzIX8oD8Yu/s400/Screen+shot+2012-01-25+at+2.12.23+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701557042906495154" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://srulirecht.com/" target="_blank">sruli recht</a><br />is friend of mine and such a wonderful designer,<br />you really do have to take a look at his work.<br /><br />it leaves me speechlesssugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-45864965541375426132011-07-21T15:12:00.000-07:002011-08-16T14:39:07.516-07:00arcade fire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXR6G6-7VdBfekVSxridBho0f_1MAGXu0ww78NXLcW67Wzl1pMKMLUFUa1AhEd5Z1qCoo0Abo1e2xNzqgzyW2b2JRbFAflI6v9kpvA1jCGfXTOxdFIR46BAipXckWHx7xnDOebPQzb7OQZ/s1600/IMG_0439.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXR6G6-7VdBfekVSxridBho0f_1MAGXu0ww78NXLcW67Wzl1pMKMLUFUa1AhEd5Z1qCoo0Abo1e2xNzqgzyW2b2JRbFAflI6v9kpvA1jCGfXTOxdFIR46BAipXckWHx7xnDOebPQzb7OQZ/s400/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631933658629664946" /></a>
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<br />Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
<br />She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita
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<br />Vladimir Nabakov, Lolita 1955
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<br />pilfered from nabakov, inspired by melora, written by sugar power
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<br />Melora, my lady of fire-storm, the light of my loins. My skin, my swirl. Me-lo-ra: "the tip of the tongue" taking a plunge down the palate to greet me. Me. Lo. Ra. Hello Rosebud. Welcome back into my world.
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<br />She is just plain Mel, when she is driving. She stands five foot one in socks riddled with insect patterns, precocious as ever as we arrive at the chateau in France. She is Melo, when we are waiting for our back stage passes. And she is Ms. Koepke on her credit card which gets us, just about, everywhere <a href="http://enroute.aircanada.com/" target="_blank">en Route</a>.
<br />And then she is Melora, to me, dancing to the <a href="http://www.arcadefire.com/" target="_blank">arcade fire</a> in the pouring rain and thunder, flitting about danger, like school-girls, like an inside joke, just outside of Barcelona.
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<br />Melora. Try it. It feels so good to say it.
<br />Whenever you are with her it feels so very NOW. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Not this afternoon or this evening, you lose track of time and everything else. In fact everything is so just very, very, very NOW.
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<br />So you might be wondering how this story started? Well, I cannot tell you all of it of course. It would be tasteless, take forever, and we do not kiss and tell now do we? Nor do we divulge our ages, though here is a hint…we have been friends for some 18 years. Good Christ.
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<br />NOW. It is mid-summer. It is Barcelona. I am working on an illustration and I receive an email from a much over-worked and much under-slept but very happy, determined and ever so sexy journalist I had not heard from in seven years. The subject line is, of course, the familiar: "What are you doing tomorrow?". The message is: I am covering the <a href="http://www.arcadefire.com/" target="_blank">arcade fire</a> for a piece in EnRoute's in-flight magazine you wanna tag along? My response…SHIT YES!
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<br />So here she is…just hours later. My beauty, Melora. Overburdened, overwhelmed and just as gorgeous as ever brimming with an energy known only by the gods. She arrives in the only way Melora can. After 5 days without proper sleep in a rented car she has just retrieved from being towed within her first hour of arriving in Barcelona. My goddess. Descending upon us in a whirlwind of style and haphazard grace. On the edge of renegade, teetering always on genius. A bright light shining on how to live exactly. And that, for Melora, is always doing it large.
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<br />Devi, with all her arms.
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<br />Not only has Melora arrived after getting her rental car towed within minutes after renting it, but for the first time since I have been living in Barcelona she has dragged along a crazy thunder storm the likes of which have never been seen. At least not this summer. And she has ridden in on it. Or summoned it. Or perhaps it follows her everywhere she goes. Who knows? A fire trail is not so hard to imagine from this electric girl. Ruben's muse ( and not so secretly mine ).
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<br />So we have now set off for our concert in France. Not a long trip. Just Barcelona two hours or so to France. Romantic yes. A map, no, not truly, to speak of. Just a vague idea of our destination: someplace on the naughty coast of France. Meow.
<br />Someplace wet, fecund, thrilled with lightening and this doesn't even begin to describe the band.
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<br />Now Melora is driving, smoking cigarettes, checking her iphone, with the rental car consistently remaining in, at the very least, two lanes at once the whole way. It is a beauty to behold.
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<br />She is thirteen places at once. I swear. Go figure. I struggle to remain in one.
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<br />We finally arrive at the concert to nothing we could have ever imagined although I should have anticipated this.
<br />The entrance box is closed. It is after midnight and our prestigious red carpet back stage passes scenario has been momentarily suspended.
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<br />We stand like waifs in the rain. Getting wetter.
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<br />Finally it gets the best of me and I revert to my teenage years and sneak us in. Which isn't too hard
<br />considering everyone is running for shelter from the storm.
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<br />Melora has just put on fresh red and shiny lipstick new as a candy apple and given me such a wink in the pouring rain I will
<br />have great difficulty not retaining the memory f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
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<br />Now we are two hussies in wet skirts. Umbrella-less, dressed to the nines, and in the game again.
<br />This time, finally, on the right side of the fence. And the band is awesome. ( Since we are teenagers again ).
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<br />The chateau itself is tripped out in purple lights. The french boys are flirty, tipsy, and very pretty as an added delight.
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<br />We trade pink little coins for yellow curry and beer that soon fills with rainwater.
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<br />We have on only sandles in the sticky mud and our dresses are becoming rapidly more transparent to our despair
<br />( not really ). Everything feels good now.
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<br />Red lights engorge the stage and the <a href="http://www.arcadefire.com/" target="_blank">arcade fire</a> roars that pretty soul searing roar that only great musicians can create.
<br />It is other-worldly and innately good. Plain and simply. Good.
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<br />This is the moment, I get that feeling that this is that moment. That moment that lingers long after, that you cannot
<br />ever re-create or forget. That lovely moment of unfettered happiness. Nothing is spilled. Just joy.
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<br />Later, on the way home we are laughing, pulling rabbits from a hat, smoking, chatting,
<br />trying to read an iphone map and doing origami all at once. I swear. Okay, I might of exaggerated
<br />about the map.
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<br />A woman like Melora, only comes into your life once. And you must grab her. Not forever but for the moment
<br />on the red carpet and in the rain. The mystery and the hysteria that comes with it, reminding yourself of only one
<br />great thing: LIFE itself.
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<br />The beauty of not knowing and being so caught up in trying to know is you don't even realize you miss out on
<br />what just being feels like. And it is good.
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<br />so is the <a href="http://www.arcadefire.com/" target="_blank">arcade fire</a>sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-33986426502842279302011-07-02T13:02:00.000-07:002011-07-02T13:52:03.148-07:00playground<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMESjBBVV8s5XnCAqWiWhE-J7zwrU3ya_yLkTp7XWDIdfm-fatGJpP9rehju9P76C4AmMA4CdgOEAhyphenhyphenklQ8gBnj510k2W2os93UUd7P1Rgxm5xCr-8jx5D174LfrF1vvzfaTkiN5hsxMrU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-02+at+10.19.03+PM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMESjBBVV8s5XnCAqWiWhE-J7zwrU3ya_yLkTp7XWDIdfm-fatGJpP9rehju9P76C4AmMA4CdgOEAhyphenhyphenklQ8gBnj510k2W2os93UUd7P1Rgxm5xCr-8jx5D174LfrF1vvzfaTkiN5hsxMrU/s400/Screen+shot+2011-07-02+at+10.19.03+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624852394505128962" /></a><br /><br />i have updated the <a href="http://www.lintmuseum.com/sugar/play/32-62/" target="_blank">PLAY</a> section in my <a href="http://www.lintmuseum.com/commercial_work/" target="_blank">NEW</a> folio<br />and i might warn you to stay away from it if you<br />have a tendency to smoke pot or tend to overly <br />romanticize everything and have to sway from the trees <br />in a breeze of forlorn and unrequited love from <br />time to time.sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-562199354100675162011-07-02T09:15:00.000-07:002011-07-02T12:53:26.317-07:00nfb<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxsPzOz-v8ojZlatqsx2t0qUkeiz5vUNMf1X8Dv2itzKxWiOcMLqxEVymmrcDSNISHGVrrkoiXV9ei4eD63nOl2LWHJTC-2yuiFu0dTgEPE9RYRtq_JDlihraQmL4E1N-xy0M6ek5lr0p/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-02+at+9.24.39+PM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxsPzOz-v8ojZlatqsx2t0qUkeiz5vUNMf1X8Dv2itzKxWiOcMLqxEVymmrcDSNISHGVrrkoiXV9ei4eD63nOl2LWHJTC-2yuiFu0dTgEPE9RYRtq_JDlihraQmL4E1N-xy0M6ek5lr0p/s400/Screen+shot+2011-07-02+at+9.24.39+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624838257735357106" /></a><br /><br />too good to be true.<br />i finally had time to take a look<br />at the national film board of canada's website today<br />and their arsenal is available for online viewing.<br /><br />three gazillion hours later i am here<br />to share it with <a href="http://www.nfb.ca/explore-all-films" target="_blank">you</a>.<br /><br />the first one i watched, <a href="http://www.nfb.ca/film/the-agony-of-jimmy-quinlan" target="_blank">"The Agony of Jimmy Quinlan</a>, was not only great for its content and the insight it provided,<br />but that great old-fashion canadian accent reared its beautifu, graceful head again <br />and blanketed the entire documentary in pure chic. ah, how i much i do miss it. eh?<br /><br />yes, canada!sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-32623786010377627742011-05-06T10:37:00.000-07:002011-07-21T20:44:21.855-07:00jen vaughn is the bomb!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbUjJ0_50ZOMHA_pETOg3R8iIbLsgjWb2b95P0oxO2p8vsoJpxVKjbgRAVoZ_6_k5W7CdRGzsjlAGl-BWmhOUOUJeTGzbfcf09wQuBBwEsgCrHDa3dE6NASgBhs7lY0bixGU_MvYikdDS/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-06+at+7.49.52+PM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQbUjJ0_50ZOMHA_pETOg3R8iIbLsgjWb2b95P0oxO2p8vsoJpxVKjbgRAVoZ_6_k5W7CdRGzsjlAGl-BWmhOUOUJeTGzbfcf09wQuBBwEsgCrHDa3dE6NASgBhs7lY0bixGU_MvYikdDS/s400/Screen+shot+2011-05-06+at+7.49.52+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603662286068613602" /></a><br /><br />A new agent!<br /> <br />Joined Jen Vaughn's group of amazing artists <br />and am still pinching myself. <br /><br />Take a look at her lovely group <a href="http://www.jenvaughnart.com" target="_blank">here</a>sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-41979128719706064352011-02-11T05:52:00.000-08:002011-02-11T07:10:06.433-08:00forget passion, good octopus chairs make us stronger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCLBx8pyk_5w0axaQev1zAx4k5XADNqsVtVBVQj6QAfM7nhDXC7aQfn4-BFaR3le30NGnagufjXnPZJOV7gutRPs7nClJm5xpM07BSVCLwDcAplXZmLcgDpzE0k8qzXXgFk8-FXANAq0h/s1600/Screen-shot-2011-01-23-at-5.38.01-AM.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCLBx8pyk_5w0axaQev1zAx4k5XADNqsVtVBVQj6QAfM7nhDXC7aQfn4-BFaR3le30NGnagufjXnPZJOV7gutRPs7nClJm5xpM07BSVCLwDcAplXZmLcgDpzE0k8qzXXgFk8-FXANAq0h/s400/Screen-shot-2011-01-23-at-5.38.01-AM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572448016645633442" /></a><br /><br />i love deb mclean's <a href="http://www.busybeingfabulous.com" target="_blank">blog</a><br /><br />she seems to have her finger on the button of everything and never<br />ceases to intrigue me. thank the baby jesus for women like her!<br /><br />(and all the artists she has time to promote along the way)sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-22261784874901583282011-01-29T03:36:00.000-08:002011-01-29T03:41:55.359-08:00merengue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms2ZObpU7GhhLqJywUuvqwojnO0Fv4H2NybJxjju2_sK-25puYgw0olA5qatG0b0PHJoA-TF82cAGLXa7C8O0Ec81NWfAi7k3poVZsM7UxC-iqeZ9GOIJ0OL1hoBmiTKx4gk2EqJtChzg/s1600/MERENGUE_BCN_OR_DIE%252B6.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms2ZObpU7GhhLqJywUuvqwojnO0Fv4H2NybJxjju2_sK-25puYgw0olA5qatG0b0PHJoA-TF82cAGLXa7C8O0Ec81NWfAi7k3poVZsM7UxC-iqeZ9GOIJ0OL1hoBmiTKx4gk2EqJtChzg/s400/MERENGUE_BCN_OR_DIE%252B6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567570795706369730" /></a><br /><br />my favorite shop in barcelona<br />is both an artist's studio & residence<br />with the shop in front<br />called <a href="http://www.merengueshop.com" target="_blank">merengue</a><br /><br />now <br /><br />some people might think<br />it is too much work all these<br />things overlapping into a giant<br />work/life sandwich, i say<br />again<br /><br />if you love what you do <br />why not live inside<br /><br />the oystersugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-20492579926549803832011-01-25T05:31:00.001-08:002011-01-25T08:05:57.011-08:00anado mclauchlin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnVXJUVMyOTW2DDxee5c4O3ClS4ZV9x2ThYCgKg2whGp2cslKMqUlj-ffmkKeBPq3hLuVrCPF8AAsIQoPNrYpZwrsPyT-B20dBk6exISEY-1l7o95ZpXuNnJn1PrGRVOVqJc6LrW_EAc7/s1600/19655_1327477948602_1280521274_960257_3783308_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnVXJUVMyOTW2DDxee5c4O3ClS4ZV9x2ThYCgKg2whGp2cslKMqUlj-ffmkKeBPq3hLuVrCPF8AAsIQoPNrYpZwrsPyT-B20dBk6exISEY-1l7o95ZpXuNnJn1PrGRVOVqJc6LrW_EAc7/s400/19655_1327477948602_1280521274_960257_3783308_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566115917102750066" /></a><br /><br />i love richard and anado<br />two of the nicest blokes<br />one could ever know<br /><br />and handsome too!<br /><br />this picture particularly haunts me<br />with added love because you can see<br />the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anado/3336244526/in/photostream" target="_blank">homage</a> i created for the two love-birds<br />at the top of the stairs in the top center<br />of the photo<br /><br />i am the microcosm of the macrocosm <br />which is a microcosm in the macrocosm<br />of the great unknown. except i know<br /><br />i love knowing i am part of their<br />other-worldly <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/23/garden/23mexico.html?_r=1" target="_blank">abode</a><br /><br />i know<br />i love knowing them and i love knowing<br />that every succulent glowing and divine <br />detail of anado's shimmering <a href="http://www.madebyanado.com" target="_blank">work</a><br />makes me make more non-linear sense<br />(my favorite kind)<br />of my very own life<br /><br />not only that but i am grateful for<br />their willingness to share so much <br />of their lives <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anado" target="_blank">together</a> <br /><br />hallelujah & deja-vusugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-35915726071830310132011-01-25T00:14:00.000-08:002011-01-25T01:19:54.043-08:00my first ad!<!--Begin---><br /><A HREF="http://www.planetsark.com/cmd.php?Clk=4110681"><IMG SRC="http://planetsark.com/images/sss/SSS230.jpg" ALT="" WIDTH="230" HEIGHT="100" border=0></A><br /><br><img src="http://www.planetsark.com/cmd.php?Imp=4110681" width="0" height="0" border="0"><br /><!--End---><br />today i am expanding my blog and posting my first <br />of many new ads<br /><br />the ad is for <a href="http://www.planetsark.com/eshop_eproducts_home.htm" target="_blank">sark</a><br /><br />now most people have heard of sark<br />before they could even read, ha<br />but i came to her later in life. i don't know why.<br />maybe i needed the surprise that day.<br /><br />i love sark's endless optimism and diy attitude<br />i love that her books have that handmade quality<br />like a friend made a gift for you <br />and i love that she is a sister.<br /><br />i also love people who love what they do<br />for a living. it is invigorating to me.<br /><br />and the same goes with posting ads<br />i was never really aware of the idea<br />or maybe it is more honest to say<br />i just glazed over them until now.<br /><br />so i got kind of excited to post my first ad<br />and hope that you get excited too.<br /><br />so, here is one interesting program<br />the life coach, sark, has conjured:<br /><br />http://www.planetsark.com/DreamBoogie.htm<br /><br />and more to come<br />surely!sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-9574181834883823082011-01-20T07:33:00.000-08:002011-01-20T08:31:52.644-08:00eerie green<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRhriSdNYY4-H5lAP-3dSn4epVV3YnRv4JLk79XE4p1dSPGUjmxRfJE2ujb52id7xBC_jZQwSoYmF8cVPxgbamRI0lNbFtHlbMXiPQ3TpkLM2JAkzBN1SRT140ti2__DppPzRjTU_UXIu/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-20+at+15.53.34.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRhriSdNYY4-H5lAP-3dSn4epVV3YnRv4JLk79XE4p1dSPGUjmxRfJE2ujb52id7xBC_jZQwSoYmF8cVPxgbamRI0lNbFtHlbMXiPQ3TpkLM2JAkzBN1SRT140ti2__DppPzRjTU_UXIu/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-20+at+15.53.34.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564302562818478082" /></a><br /><br />my new <a href="http://hipstamaticapp.com" target="_blank">favorite</a><br />iphone app is available <br /><br />and i am ruined for anything else<br /><br />dark light dark<br />green where it shouldn't be<br />red where there is already too much<br /><br />and god i love you and god i love loving<br />seemingly<br /><br />random mistakessugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-26963593129029506712011-01-19T23:38:00.001-08:002011-01-20T07:09:01.451-08:00balthazar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKVoqgJ_tCAnI8hF6uCWANQLrqJjvHQCFKSU_Dfh3BWJObTXHKdPym_4-kuIek9ZfWvBWecWz3lFM_tdDCd6_B1V2cA634HZ1ymAANPM7IuH7OTb-hBoZ6pCxWXOAYUvfVyPwevJOuCKM/s1600/seafarer_profile.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKVoqgJ_tCAnI8hF6uCWANQLrqJjvHQCFKSU_Dfh3BWJObTXHKdPym_4-kuIek9ZfWvBWecWz3lFM_tdDCd6_B1V2cA634HZ1ymAANPM7IuH7OTb-hBoZ6pCxWXOAYUvfVyPwevJOuCKM/s400/seafarer_profile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564169388776334562" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://callmebalthazar.com"target="_blank">balthazar</a><br />made my day<br /><br />just yesterday i was wallowing<br />swaying saying handwritten letters<br />are so romantic that i physically<br />and psychically miss them<br /><br />miss pouring over them<br />holding them<br /><br />examining the letters, the craft<br />the odd mistake<br /><br />now i find <a href="http://callmebalthazar.com/">balthazar</a><br />who will not only write you a letter<br />but send it to you too<br /><br />he is an imaginary sailor<br /><br />i think i am in lovesugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-5399150617991473872011-01-18T02:25:00.000-08:002011-01-18T06:40:55.456-08:00monica cook<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgHJm7gUR79quNc6B6Qhk9jvpokbdR8X1cPC4htXEwm1MY4VLcSWV4UakMpsroppKqVZZ1Z2AMwoSfAqN-FwW0p7PoVcHCb4ISr_IJS_Diq2A2fY6LqiR8qDwo19-sy-Gx6cj_68vBmQs/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgHJm7gUR79quNc6B6Qhk9jvpokbdR8X1cPC4htXEwm1MY4VLcSWV4UakMpsroppKqVZZ1Z2AMwoSfAqN-FwW0p7PoVcHCb4ISr_IJS_Diq2A2fY6LqiR8qDwo19-sy-Gx6cj_68vBmQs/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563534917098444002" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.monicacookart.com/paintings.html" target="_blank">monica cook</a><br />is doing my head in<br /><br />i have not seen painting like this in a long time<br />if ever<br /><br />let me know what you think<br />personally, i am floored<br /><br />in a very strange waysugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-40912318088849117602010-12-23T07:14:00.000-08:002011-01-25T01:23:39.084-08:00white love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuILEI-KVtS0jDb3cuY-ZORmpshZC8R9A6jl-hRuOpinYv2UyLqKmW_Xj8TH6p83EypchRwyQsAvnGkiNvEqeI83QTWUlAvEObBCNVBRUgOLM9JUJeOGEXAlYEBTfiONulaWkQqGZDYyIA/s1600/RIMG0035.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuILEI-KVtS0jDb3cuY-ZORmpshZC8R9A6jl-hRuOpinYv2UyLqKmW_Xj8TH6p83EypchRwyQsAvnGkiNvEqeI83QTWUlAvEObBCNVBRUgOLM9JUJeOGEXAlYEBTfiONulaWkQqGZDYyIA/s400/RIMG0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553896622299562690" /></a><br /><br />white love is a nice love and<br />a gift i give to all my friends.<br /><br />day or night love. white love.<br />we all glisten when it's received.<br /><br />a pure thing that happens just<br />rarely <br /><br />enough<br /><br />to make a person gleam.sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-41444943798479654232010-12-23T06:47:00.000-08:002011-01-20T07:12:37.251-08:00martha is -almost- too rich for my blood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrkFeS-pdwOqcYtmyRyKJ6c0g-GLofX5hUevQLUyl242MFMpnB-ZiixPF73VQ85zc9VEwVtUiNXBmoAWXXOjyccm1wDa-iyXWQ9imxzrcQMYnovhI6l6a0CDIrq41hGUvXVW00BSsrrmkW/s1600/nacho.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrkFeS-pdwOqcYtmyRyKJ6c0g-GLofX5hUevQLUyl242MFMpnB-ZiixPF73VQ85zc9VEwVtUiNXBmoAWXXOjyccm1wDa-iyXWQ9imxzrcQMYnovhI6l6a0CDIrq41hGUvXVW00BSsrrmkW/s400/nacho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553890834919763810" /></a><br /><br />i propose a <a href="http://www.martharich.com/" target="_blank">martha rich day</a>.<br />i adore her. she makes my jello better.<br /><br />better better bettter better<br />better baby.sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-1278154233658882442010-12-23T06:34:00.000-08:002010-12-23T06:47:51.207-08:00bento blitz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJClKrKpqjvhRF5Fcifp1c0cv4sIkO-4-IUMaxYjB1RtklEa-YVy-zo4DlbIEIwPCRt2DbqHBNFfZZfKlEKYLlbP5Brj-WM_6aeZqlHbFyu_7aQej-UI5ZcPP0v93aafgtqL1gsQyk3Mk/s1600/June600.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJClKrKpqjvhRF5Fcifp1c0cv4sIkO-4-IUMaxYjB1RtklEa-YVy-zo4DlbIEIwPCRt2DbqHBNFfZZfKlEKYLlbP5Brj-WM_6aeZqlHbFyu_7aQej-UI5ZcPP0v93aafgtqL1gsQyk3Mk/s400/June600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553886213304528946" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bentobusiness.co.uk/" target="_blank">um</a><br /><br />not my latest but surely one of my greatest pleasures<br />is the bento box. i am getting my kit together as we spleak<br />--a word i made up for reading blogs and responding<br />in your mind--<br /><br />(we are spleaking now by the way)<br /><br />more soon...sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-18649189155571512722010-12-23T05:44:00.001-08:002010-12-23T05:48:03.397-08:00yes! let us dance on the stove top burning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCZNa41COetHQGD3lczdMcpCFH1vEORoCBZ4YHeHm9MRnZNRFupXvQI4QoNhqaKu2uinahSfQibxXkhIHdyaP-W3QGbG3qHkeirByNj5FifuTSGSLWaIi8V1PPsjm7LLge45cITnlRooO/s1600/tumblr_l3tty7zx7d1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCZNa41COetHQGD3lczdMcpCFH1vEORoCBZ4YHeHm9MRnZNRFupXvQI4QoNhqaKu2uinahSfQibxXkhIHdyaP-W3QGbG3qHkeirByNj5FifuTSGSLWaIi8V1PPsjm7LLge45cITnlRooO/s400/tumblr_l3tty7zx7d1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553873316144076466" /></a><br /><br />yes! let us dance on the stove top burning<br />and dance with all our might<br /><br />my calves can take it<br />my heart brims with it<br />my heels love to burn<br />just slightly with light<br /><br />(photo source unknown)sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-69583712347588756652010-12-23T05:35:00.000-08:002010-12-23T05:43:06.880-08:00that sex thing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocrLAXLIi_EATxHSFCFg006w4W00ieEzxfd4U1stsBXN7Dbc50RWLU2acL1YJM8xaE-ZXCMptl-yf6hQQp5-ThPwJJfHd2vEB-zaQVJpBOX-KS_dLcrfg3t9zBQV5Cwd0FLAShBebcpUL/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocrLAXLIi_EATxHSFCFg006w4W00ieEzxfd4U1stsBXN7Dbc50RWLU2acL1YJM8xaE-ZXCMptl-yf6hQQp5-ThPwJJfHd2vEB-zaQVJpBOX-KS_dLcrfg3t9zBQV5Cwd0FLAShBebcpUL/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553871473432013570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrlSqvXAE56Cwk57LWgoqfim6b7VjrsSNRgRcHFf5WujI1ywIELSBjNQBEKjD2Yk6HsbOjSc4P_KTfg1AUIAUqRAINIO5hCnzevJe-AC-nXVk30upDqTpqg87ehAmJDLpAqIB7pDyY8Of/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrlSqvXAE56Cwk57LWgoqfim6b7VjrsSNRgRcHFf5WujI1ywIELSBjNQBEKjD2Yk6HsbOjSc4P_KTfg1AUIAUqRAINIO5hCnzevJe-AC-nXVk30upDqTpqg87ehAmJDLpAqIB7pDyY8Of/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553871465841192434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWLNcqfFxUDkymHP16a1xpIMrP-NO43qUkoi53pl9klEF7N69jeNrma8zHrcyd_8ixFQBYO1vD3FAzTIEcSv8BFUS3Sc2P9h-wHDRFpkcwk35gLcwwn94LGv1MfDehyMrScLJu-YT31MW/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWLNcqfFxUDkymHP16a1xpIMrP-NO43qUkoi53pl9klEF7N69jeNrma8zHrcyd_8ixFQBYO1vD3FAzTIEcSv8BFUS3Sc2P9h-wHDRFpkcwk35gLcwwn94LGv1MfDehyMrScLJu-YT31MW/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553871464528174306" /></a><br /><br />what is that sex thing you got<br />shimmering there<br /><br />what is that thing that whispers to me<br />go<br />go <br />go<br /><br />what hoodlum night is this to send me<br />down into the streets to find you<br /><br />what sailor's heart do you taunt <br />me with<br /><br />with all my beautiful might<br />frozen now<br /><br />and desperate<br />for only you<br /><br />i love this white<br />white<br />blindness<br /><br />and the red absence of<br /><br />reasonsugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-14474802491818856432010-12-23T05:12:00.000-08:002010-12-23T05:22:11.786-08:00i want to be alive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7lVf2mZ1o8S1TjCze5lwHXwnjdqzAmxXN8E_ixpFmOuaIl3-SDua9Ir4dX-p4tIcMteRXeudEP5TTUk05fUVVty7cbhNmXxVCPBw05VC_omn-4svl0u185vUqIV0Qt-Gsw3itIpb45rq/s1600/2hxokrd.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7lVf2mZ1o8S1TjCze5lwHXwnjdqzAmxXN8E_ixpFmOuaIl3-SDua9Ir4dX-p4tIcMteRXeudEP5TTUk05fUVVty7cbhNmXxVCPBw05VC_omn-4svl0u185vUqIV0Qt-Gsw3itIpb45rq/s400/2hxokrd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553866936563170418" /></a><br /><br />i want to feel alive<br />i want to kiss you<br />i want to be alive<br />i want to kiss you<br /><br />my desire surrounds me<br />like a wild serenade my<br />desire surrounds me like<br />a house of smoke<br /><br />my desire peppers my days<br />with oddities and such<br />shivering details that<br /><br />i have to look away<br /><br />i want to be alive<br />and to kiss you inside<br />of all the smoke and<br />odd wisdom a kiss<br />finally<br /><br />givessugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-37354656308452023962010-12-22T08:33:00.000-08:002010-12-22T08:39:18.446-08:00i fuckin hate winter, i do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3EJNp-s3hg-aDB4PDKJczqUBEKJjONvi_J8Yap6-rciqxiy9uDdaeDqLny5bAaLgzax6Z7VmOaI6m3FZSaMvaTVnWyBZKjKEgqH9203mL74Wf433SjFjt4MZWV3eUrkJVXThIz8GeNEHJ/s1600/Picture-73.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3EJNp-s3hg-aDB4PDKJczqUBEKJjONvi_J8Yap6-rciqxiy9uDdaeDqLny5bAaLgzax6Z7VmOaI6m3FZSaMvaTVnWyBZKjKEgqH9203mL74Wf433SjFjt4MZWV3eUrkJVXThIz8GeNEHJ/s400/Picture-73.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553546375905685266" /></a><br /><br />i fuckin hate winter, i do<br /><br />i know you are supposed to find<br />some resplendence in it, some solace<br />some white fire light<br />that calms<br /><br />but i don't <br />i fuckin hate winter and so<br /><br />like with all things<br />i hate<br />i am doing my best <br />to overcome them<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sebastiaanbremer.com/images/" target="_blank">Sebastiaan Bremer</a><br />is helpingsugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-8893935204383396282010-12-22T07:12:00.000-08:002010-12-22T07:56:32.296-08:00ether<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-q3eLrsuvm_PSJrhs7ASKLyn4wIRG8Pv_Dlv4qH3L3Wetjil9UuAL7YnqDC037zLpMChfgH2_IEmdakqV5SDbl6txQkLbBmbZwfiw4GtlEpLrH5iAjJJL5X72jc7WLHGxy3jSgMyJHsM/s1600/tumblr_kwfblcj0LP1qa4sbto1_500.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-q3eLrsuvm_PSJrhs7ASKLyn4wIRG8Pv_Dlv4qH3L3Wetjil9UuAL7YnqDC037zLpMChfgH2_IEmdakqV5SDbl6txQkLbBmbZwfiw4GtlEpLrH5iAjJJL5X72jc7WLHGxy3jSgMyJHsM/s400/tumblr_kwfblcj0LP1qa4sbto1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553533322020461074" /></a><br /><br />sometimes we are just floating<br />in the air or neverland just<br />doing whatever we do <br /><br />and then sometimes<br />we are right bang smack in there<br />inside of it again<br /><br />whap! rash<br /><br />wriggling, squiggling<br />not so much to get out of it so much as to just <br />firmly, make some noise<br /><br />yell out<br /><br />i don't know which i like better but<br />i do know when either becomes too colorful<br />it instantly <br /><br />becomes<br /><br />my favorite way<br />to live<br /><br />claws or gills<br />i do not care anymore<br /><br />thensugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-8090866516723998442010-12-22T07:01:00.000-08:002010-12-22T07:06:39.856-08:00the trick-master is near<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_TVR-Obek30ty6auc0HXFMJej3eXmd_Hd7ruIsvw8O9nMmNiM9wzPWFQBwEa0Q7lGvu_BL5LZaOGph013vM7otglHbhFiSi5OU3ALaLucz7LMZlbVh1lJRQ3C1vMI88Q33GLTWMq-yiq/s1600/22473_320136490992_587575992_5125875_5718885_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_TVR-Obek30ty6auc0HXFMJej3eXmd_Hd7ruIsvw8O9nMmNiM9wzPWFQBwEa0Q7lGvu_BL5LZaOGph013vM7otglHbhFiSi5OU3ALaLucz7LMZlbVh1lJRQ3C1vMI88Q33GLTWMq-yiq/s400/22473_320136490992_587575992_5125875_5718885_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553522400598208578" /></a><br /><br />i am <a href="http://www.lintmuseum.com/love/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br />but can you see me<br />or just sense it<br /><br />i wonder.sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-65743894574767589602010-12-05T07:09:00.000-08:002010-12-05T07:13:52.515-08:00design for mankind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-O5ryXXteupm_CrNZygU3rTkkyXB1PrRWqfAjjvPODk0kPnvr1VL7HKve9It8s8gCxBGMANXi0BAaCF1NPchGDhzcGaD_gpQckDjl95wJO5c2TebL3ZCZFpFwcl_zxctdx1bAs2NVBIgS/s1600/pink-project-11-412x267.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-O5ryXXteupm_CrNZygU3rTkkyXB1PrRWqfAjjvPODk0kPnvr1VL7HKve9It8s8gCxBGMANXi0BAaCF1NPchGDhzcGaD_gpQckDjl95wJO5c2TebL3ZCZFpFwcl_zxctdx1bAs2NVBIgS/s400/pink-project-11-412x267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547216127004319106" /></a><br /><br />i love discovering new things, even if they are old<br />for others. this is my little discovery for today:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.designformankind.com/" target="_blank">here</a><br /><br />mwahh. big kiss.sugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-18374354749929306602010-12-02T05:14:00.000-08:002010-12-02T05:18:20.868-08:00yeondoo jung<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRe_2Nwmea1shLHWhx9J6LkehFI3NyXLSoSZ9FFMBfiCMpYIFv4Eh_KWWf_CLaVbgnwujXtyGLv05tKEeX5wKAQMaiD6L9SqpwiDh-mxVEZ-k1rSHdGiNuGKKicxYEtgtyyJ1UPkYa-Mjm/s1600/wonderland_01.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRe_2Nwmea1shLHWhx9J6LkehFI3NyXLSoSZ9FFMBfiCMpYIFv4Eh_KWWf_CLaVbgnwujXtyGLv05tKEeX5wKAQMaiD6L9SqpwiDh-mxVEZ-k1rSHdGiNuGKKicxYEtgtyyJ1UPkYa-Mjm/s400/wonderland_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546073580654134706" /></a><br /><br />my new favorite artist is yeondoo jung and her<br /><a href="http://www.yeondoojung.com/artworks_view_wonderland.php?no=88" target="_blank">wonderland</a><br /><br />take a look<br />i'v got butterflies already<br /><br />hope you do toosugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557999913375324872.post-62365651384019303632010-07-08T03:39:00.000-07:002010-07-08T03:43:31.806-07:00and the message is<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNfEkkZ1IiCBuYc3pK_EdB_x_HGoCH2oyDBlUjS-NWK7mxGFAGh2fh8UiddeNbPm1pE0okd1SbOPjO1u1q63bsEmEjqsjZdNyXMF9120GozwEY0-uCm0sR-GjDBmo8lDzxPOXAPYPcqeh/s1600/lil_man.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNfEkkZ1IiCBuYc3pK_EdB_x_HGoCH2oyDBlUjS-NWK7mxGFAGh2fh8UiddeNbPm1pE0okd1SbOPjO1u1q63bsEmEjqsjZdNyXMF9120GozwEY0-uCm0sR-GjDBmo8lDzxPOXAPYPcqeh/s400/lil_man.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491483703300711778" /></a><br /><br />if this little fellow isn't telling me<br />to just go for it<br /><br />i mean balls out<br />go for it<br /><br />then there is no excuse for that<br />pose<br /><br />unless he is playing frisbeesugar powerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530246378532812780noreply@blogger.com