brain!

xkcd. it's pretty great.

ah, yes.

"Art is never finished, only abandoned."
~Leonardo DaVinci 

13. shudder.

Honestly, i don't really trust people that never went through an awkward stage.

huh

the internet just kind of...bores me now.

...thanks...?

"nice pants," said the middle aged man as i passed him.

i was wearing a skirt.

backwards wink

Christmas came and went and so did 2010...
...pretty much the whole decade...

i am learning to give my fears to the Lord
...stop thinking it's all about me...

learning what is it i love
...who, what, and why...

enjoying the rain and cold...and cherishing the sweet warmth of tiny baby boys.


thank you Jesus

woooo

i like being an artist.
even if it means the occasional turn as a slightly psychotic left-brain-less awkward nut job of a dysfunctional human :)

look...

maybe you've experienced this, or maybe it's just me...
but i've found that learning to see your worth in the eyes of Jesus, and in the eyes of those who esteem you is hard, painful work. you wouldn't think so, but it is.

nova scotia

i don't really know anything about it except that it's pretty to look at and apparently the lobster is good. but i want to go there mostly just because the name is so fun to say.

no, really

so, yeah...i'm sick and exhausted, overwhelmed with circumstances beyond my control, and have no idea what i'm doing with my life...

...but just felt sorta...happy and hopeful today.

how bout that.

pause

"coffee and cigarettes," said laura with a smile when she found me on the balcony this morning. "you look so artsy."
i chuckled...i guess it was true...i had discovered half of an already smoked clove in the ashtray when i went outside to sit and drink my coffee and decided to light it up (i'm so classy!). ironically, i also had my Bible spread on my lap.

just pondering and trying to pray about where everything is going.

treasure

trying to be diligent today in finishing Day 1 for the wcc puppet show next month...and i have found myself feeling the exact same way i did last year!! the theme verse is 2 corinthians 4:7. i'll need your help with this one, Lord...

free fings

i think i just wanna be a musician and paint things.

i need to read hitchhiker's guide.

and in the lesser-quoted but just as delightfully poignant words of inigo montoya: "i hate waiting." c'mon.

mmm

there's something really special about stumbling upon the exact record you're in the mood for listening to.
perfectly fulfilling the combined craving of mood, melody and memory.

convicted

"when we choose not to love someone, it's another form of hate."

~tim chaddik of reality la

shining down like water

well john fogerty, i will deign to answer your now age-old question. that being: yes...as of yesterday i have, indeed, seen rain coming down on a sunny day.

us

today i am feeling simply enamored with humanity...all its strangeness, loveliness, awkwardness, hilarity and infinite diversity. all i can do is think of how amazing God must be to create such character and beauty and ever-emerging uniqueness. people. each a small, specific expression of Him...in spite of our fallen nature...how GLORIOUS eternity will be!!

sleepy

i kind of wish i could go back to art school again and study illustration and animation...take more sculpture...take some painting classes with teachers i never got to have...just for the heck of it. it could be kind of amazing.

and i just miss being in art school...which i never thought i'd say.

graced

i've been wondering why i've kind of had a constant headache, fatigue and sore throat for the past 4 days...but i'm not getting "sick".
i think it's just exhaustion...physical and emotional. God made us so fragile...and so dependent on Him.
that's one of the biggest things i came to realize...that He can truly bring me through things that i cannot do by my own strength. i know it's "old news" for most of us...but lately it's been made new to me...which is kind of great.

(heart)

mothers...
please don't make your children wear shirts that say "i ¤ compost".

compost.

it would be better, even, if you dressed them in something that read "i ¤ garbage"...at least that has a contemporarily hip ring of irony to it. or people will just think they're into 90's grunge rock--but i digress.
you get the point...no compost shirts no.