Friday, February 16, 2007

Arriving in Winters



With the option of taking 2.5 mega-pixels with my new Nokia cell phone I now have the opportunity to take photos at anytime, anywhere as I see fit without lugging my Fuji around with me. The only issue is remembering to connect the cell to the data cable every now and then so there’s room on the internal memory. I can buy flashcards up to 2Gigs of space for all my mp3’s though money is tight right now and that’s why I got the data cable. It was a solid investment of $50 which Dad joined in on since we both signed up for the same phone in exchange for me uploading all of his junk to his.
Works nice and easy.

The rough thing about the pictures is though they might be of quality to print the performance side leaves gaping holes only understood by many who understand compressed .jpg imperfections with other point-and-shoot model styles. While I am bringing up performance we might as well just agree right here that no cell phone is close to being any

thing near as cool as something out of the pages of a science-fiction novel. If I ever wanted to take good quality photos I would use my digital camera- not the phone yet there leaves a special charm for plain and simple BAD PICTURES. Its camp to own a large collection of different styles of cameras since not everyone takes the same image as the other and the question is not how to beat the technology but to understand how it works to use that to your advantage.

The next thing to learn is how to get the new Word to work with blogger so I may try my hands at a few new tricks with the design to lay out better pieces of information. It's a nice thing if i can get it to work, its okay if I can't (though it will drive me nuts).

Where else then your own blog is a perfect place to post up the camera-phone shots? Though the acessability is getting there its more of a temp. frustration having to crack the solution to problems within a windows platform. What can I say- I like it when stuff works (so why didn't I buy a Mac again? Hummmm...)

I'll give it a few days... see what happens....

So I guess I should explain some of these photo's so you all get them. Well, that first one up there is my friend Kathy whom I stitch with along with her sister Pat. The both of them have a real fresh look on needle-work rekindeling a love for an old hobby fave of mine. For the past few weeks, every now and then, I go up with Kathy and we have an arts day at Pat's place (see archived blog entries). I have a splendid time and I love seeing everyone's designs progress into the finished product. Kathy wants to get a whole collection done and is turning her Blue Cottage On the Hill into a museum of sorts... I wonder if Kathy knows the amusing fact that she's living in the old Taylor's house... she probably does :)

The next one on the right- me with the kooky looking guy is my buddy Harvey. We both sit as directors for Milton Concert Presentations- the providers of classical music and other orchestrated musical acts as an alternative to sitting around the house on a dull evening. Though I am a director I don't feel as proud as I should be since I have been quite sick and all of my volunteer activites has been squashed and I could be doing so more to assist everyone. Health First! They say... dunno- being helpless is a downer. Though MCP really kicks butt- without it Milton would be missing out on a whole culture genre and everyone who goes to the concerts seem really into the music. Sometimes its good to go and to watch the people because Milton doesn't have a concert hall or anything like that. We have to rent out St Pauls and have people sit in the pues once a month to enjoy the music. That's dedication. That's like standing on your chair the entire time the music is playing because "if you had any idea how good this was you'd be on your feet too, buddy."

The last shot must be one of the last times I bumped into Lyndon and Tessie in the Cafe... I won't write about that here. If you know, you know. Though there are many other places the three of us can have coffee I kinda did like my cafe because it was in walking distance for myself. The other ones are too far out of my directions and in the cold and sick is another factor compleatley. Lyndon and Tessie are straight up down cat's.

More photos as I see fit... maybe i'll start aiming this thing at the snow and record the mess outside of my door.

@ Friday, February 16, 2007

Wednesday, February 14, 2007


What is my generation's catchy nick-name of the week? Are we going to be known as those bunches of jerks who had no focus at all because we are tailing off the successes of those boomers?


I can't seem to see the dream and I doubt it's there in its plain and old fashion style sitting by the door waiting for opportunity to come knocking. There must be more to the universe then money, war, politics and fame- some unmistaken human evil that causes us to abandon the "You Win Every Time" dream of a nuclear family- sitting around TV set eating dinner as it snows outside… mom's got hot chocolate and your favorite book… You don't miss what you don't have. You miss what you hoped for, you long only for a glimmer of what joy came out from that since the lines are still echoing out- imprinted on the style and livelihood of the previous generation… that's the reason some basements still have rust shag carpet, yellow light fixtures, stenciled ivy borders…


"I can't seem to let go of the old and accept the new" words spoken by my father as he ponders over a new piece of technology though it's a mere frustration on his part.


My goals are simple yet selfish at the same time and I bet they resemble the likes of many who came before me. I desire to grab attention, hold close, show the wonder which is all around, show what I can do, prove I won't let down. Though its questionable if I am living for myself or for another and there are those who tell you differently yet if I was all alone wouldn't that is so boring?


Sickness is boring. No one wants to visit you. They will keep their distance until you come back on msn one day with the big announcement you're all better though if the sickness drags on you go forgotten. I pass my time asleep, reading, playing the Nintendo DS, sketching odd drawings of how my belly looks as if I have a baby in it though it's just the inflammation.

@ Wednesday, February 14, 2007


revised blog entry

everything decided to blow up today. Like my kitchen sink. Like my cable modem. Like my temper.

hrrrr.

@ Wednesday, February 14, 2007

ALL ABOUT ANNK!

I am a painter, I eat, sleep, talk. I slack, I do housework. I write stories, I watch TV, use the computer.
I hail from Milton, my friends are from Milton. We live, we drink coffee, we sleep in little beds.

We are just like you only maybe not as close.

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MY LOVELIST

I love...
apple juice, cookies, warm summer mornings, books, cotton fibers, pastel coffee mugs, holidays, flowers, French,  rainy days, fresh laundry smell.

I also love playing Earthbound!

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MY  HATELIST

People who smell like pea soup.


HOW TO GET AN ANNK

- I like flowers. Girls like flowers.

- I like comic books- ones with crazy stories in them. That is a sure win.

- I need spray paint... to umm... decorate. Girls are totally into that decorating crap.

- I have my eyes on Leonard Cohen's new book of poems.

- I like video games so make sure you buy lots of tokens for the arcade at the theater.

Recently bought CD:
The Breeders Last Splash- Third time buying this album and this time is for keeps!


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