<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:44:08.706-07:00</updated><category term='photo'/><category term='journal'/><title type='text'>A Year in Photos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-5892351101754485754</id><published>2008-04-28T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:50:48.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so I've been really busy and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's been some time since I've had time to post.  I'm getting brian cramps from trying to keep up with where I'm going what day since I'm working for about 4-6 different places, but I'm also having a great time getting to paint and build all kinds of stuff.   When I'm not working for moolah, I'm working on paintings for upcoming art shows this summer.  I've developed a thick patina of paint on my skin which I only make a half-assed attempt to wash off before heading to the next job.  Sexy.  As you might imagine, this routine leaves me no time to keep up with the dishes or laundry since I'm only home long enough to trash the place.  Josh gets extra points for picking up the slack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've missed so many days I'm going to post the first half today and the next half, um, whenever I next end up with some free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYVF_uLdqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b9pAvFyP_iI/s1600-h/03.29.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194362412967098018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYVF_uLdqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b9pAvFyP_iI/s320/03.29.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Nala, Chris' Pug.  She makes little snorty pig noises and likes to chase socked feet.  I like her underbite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUe_uLdlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NiA_BACVuVE/s1600-h/03.30.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361742952199762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUe_uLdlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NiA_BACVuVE/s320/03.30.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff finished his oil painting today.  He's got some sweet talent, this is his first oil painting.  He also has some sweet patience as I was his Jimminie Cricket, perched behind him offering my advice a bit more than it was requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUfPuLdmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QOVDux8RVfY/s1600-h/04.01.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361747247167074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUfPuLdmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QOVDux8RVfY/s320/04.01.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lara and I hung our art show at Barefoot today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUffuLdnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ltTzr_d1xCk/s1600-h/04.02.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361751542134386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUffuLdnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ltTzr_d1xCk/s320/04.02.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherry M&amp;amp;M's are the shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUffuLdoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qB03Mg6xQDU/s1600-h/04.03.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361751542134402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUffuLdoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qB03Mg6xQDU/s320/04.03.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behold:  A flattened squirrel.  Sort of looks like he's dancing, doesn't he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUfvuLdpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IJHHvyH64Ok/s1600-h/04.04.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361755837101714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYUfvuLdpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IJHHvyH64Ok/s320/04.04.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still fascinated with bugs.  I saw this caterpillar while I was working the load in for a fundraiser for privileged children at a Catholic school in Atherton.  I hear they raised a ridiculous amount of money which I expect will furnish the children with lobster lunches and diamond studded blackberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT7_uLdgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_ib2pVsYu8g/s1600-h/04.05.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361141656778242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT7_uLdgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_ib2pVsYu8g/s320/04.05.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our art show was today!  We made three live paintings, this one is of Pam.  She's one of the most cheerful and outgoing people I know.  Go Pam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT7_uLdhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gmakJKdcLeY/s1600-h/04.06.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361141656778258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT7_uLdhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gmakJKdcLeY/s320/04.06.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I worked on some foam rocks for Tabbard Theatre Co. Today.   Rocks are the easiest thing to make with styrofoam other than rectangles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT8PuLdiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/V-FVp64HffU/s1600-h/04.07.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361145951745570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT8PuLdiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/V-FVp64HffU/s320/04.07.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shayna gave me piggie peeps for Easter.  I've been snacking on them a lot.  Sorry piggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT8fuLdjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/X31seyy25Mo/s1600-h/04.08.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361150246712882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT8fuLdjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/X31seyy25Mo/s320/04.08.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually failed to take a photo today (for shame!), but this one was taken of me a few days later.  I painted for Tabbard again today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT8vuLdkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YQCeGpLUErQ/s1600-h/04.09.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361154541680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYT8vuLdkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YQCeGpLUErQ/s320/04.09.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have officially sorted through enough washers to last me a lifetime.   But don't they look so pretty all labeled and lined up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTefuLdbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04-yh0KlqQ0/s1600-h/04.10.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360634850637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTefuLdbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/04-yh0KlqQ0/s320/04.10.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemur alone!  Har har.  King Julien is going to a party for the release of Madagascar 2.  I like to move it!  Move it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTevuLdcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0FMfCQ0rJio/s1600-h/04.11.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360639145604546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTevuLdcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0FMfCQ0rJio/s320/04.11.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lara and I began our first really big painting today!  It's a "full" size bedsheet.  We're working on these every Friday until we have our show at South First Billiards.  I liked the ripply texture of the watered down paint being mixed to size the sheet with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTe_uLddI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oUvsed5b_SE/s1600-h/04.12.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360643440571858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTe_uLddI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oUvsed5b_SE/s320/04.12.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before belly dancing today Bridget and I had an impromptu photo shoot with our reflections in a pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTfPuLdeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2OsYuSNYg-Y/s1600-h/04.13.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360647735539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTfPuLdeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2OsYuSNYg-Y/s320/04.13.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bite sized foam sculpture of a castle for Tabbard.  All it needs is a moat and an attacking dragon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTffuLdfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6XFDeLdZ4EQ/s1600-h/04.14.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360652030506482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYTffuLdfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6XFDeLdZ4EQ/s320/04.14.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Baklava for the first time today!  This is just after it went in the oven.  It turned out super tasty although afterwords it occurred to me that I now have 33 pieces of Baklava which I probably should not eat all by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-5892351101754485754?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5892351101754485754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=5892351101754485754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/5892351101754485754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/5892351101754485754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-ive-been-really-busy-and-stuff.html' title='so I&apos;ve been really busy and stuff'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/SBYVF_uLdqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b9pAvFyP_iI/s72-c/03.29.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-7585407120506342439</id><published>2008-03-31T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:50:51.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many more painted things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7f99595I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QfB-MemOlP4/s1600-h/03.20.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183990066476349330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7f99595I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QfB-MemOlP4/s320/03.20.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was the PAC 5 year anniversary party!  I joined in on the live, collaborative, improvisational art.  This is part that I worked on.  The girl is Shirine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7bN9594I/AAAAAAAAAOI/jaFDiK9KlVM/s1600-h/03.21.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989984871970690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7bN9594I/AAAAAAAAAOI/jaFDiK9KlVM/s320/03.21.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh hid eggs for me.  Some of them had play-doh inside, so I made a Purple people eater about to eat a chick in leiu of a purple person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7W99593I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6tQyzLzbTjA/s1600-h/03.22.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989911857526642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7W99593I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6tQyzLzbTjA/s320/03.22.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh and I wnt to visit Stoli today.  There is a bird that likes to attack his reflection in Stoli's side view mirror.  Every time we go up there, it's flying back and forth from the bushes to the mirror where it attempts to peck it's reflection to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7S99592I/AAAAAAAAAN4/96RA0lPZ0UU/s1600-h/03.23.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989843138049890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7S99592I/AAAAAAAAAN4/96RA0lPZ0UU/s320/03.23.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Marjorie posed for me!  I'm hoping to start a new series of paintings in about a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7KN9591I/AAAAAAAAANw/Pvn5m2Zhgnw/s1600-h/03.24.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989692814194514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7KN9591I/AAAAAAAAANw/Pvn5m2Zhgnw/s320/03.24.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was snapped while I was in my car on the way to work.  The streetlights were still on a 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7F99590I/AAAAAAAAANo/GNQ5l6rSSVU/s1600-h/03.25.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989619799750466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7F99590I/AAAAAAAAANo/GNQ5l6rSSVU/s320/03.25.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ardvark reheating his pizza with a heat gun (also known as an impatience gun) while on the phone with Annette.   Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7CN959zI/AAAAAAAAANg/BpqOCM9Hh2E/s1600-h/03.26.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989555375241010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7CN959zI/AAAAAAAAANg/BpqOCM9Hh2E/s320/03.26.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting a lot, here's a quick shot of my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E699959yI/AAAAAAAAANY/APae5dVpt6U/s1600-h/03.27.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989482360796962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E699959yI/AAAAAAAAANY/APae5dVpt6U/s320/03.27.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a progress shot of a couple of paintings I was working on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E64t959xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Fe5Aqn-PUfs/s1600-h/03.28.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183989392166483730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E64t959xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Fe5Aqn-PUfs/s320/03.28.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closeup of a much-used M42 stencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-7585407120506342439?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7585407120506342439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=7585407120506342439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/7585407120506342439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/7585407120506342439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-more-painted-things.html' title='Many more painted things'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R_E7f99595I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QfB-MemOlP4/s72-c/03.20.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-4799397462658865824</id><published>2008-03-20T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:50:56.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've been busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_TN959sI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tjbIj9m-qUI/s1600-h/03.19.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;February 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_Tt959tI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BD82cj-aU50/s1600-h/02.25.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179983235651335890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_Tt959tI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BD82cj-aU50/s320/02.25.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my zombie lip.  Ewwww.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_T9959uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/riGGg_vhbn4/s1600-h/02.26.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179983239946303202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_T9959uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/riGGg_vhbn4/s320/02.26.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this lady thru my window.  Her flowers match her shirt.  I've been pretty depressed about the infected lip thing, so I have been trying to focus on nice things like flowers and that kind of shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_UN959vI/AAAAAAAAANA/SrhFnWDl-js/s1600-h/02.27.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179983244241270514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_UN959vI/AAAAAAAAANA/SrhFnWDl-js/s320/02.27.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I painted the lip.  I don't know what got into me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_Ud959wI/AAAAAAAAANI/zaTjYPmuQrI/s1600-h/02.28.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179983248536237826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_Ud959wI/AAAAAAAAANI/zaTjYPmuQrI/s320/02.28.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been going to the Cinequest Film Festival with Josh after work.  Here's a postcard for one of the shorts.  I didn't see the movie, I just liked the card.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-0N959nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hNXbqXuO7_4/s1600-h/02.29.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982694485456498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-0N959nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hNXbqXuO7_4/s320/02.29.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leap day!  I visited Crystal who was in town from Hawaii.  We are reflected in someone's car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-1d959oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tvz4i1VnjIM/s1600-h/03.01.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982715960292994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-1d959oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tvz4i1VnjIM/s320/03.01.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at a Morracan place for David's birthday.  Nothing like eating with your hands and watching belly dance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-1t959pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lowkhBEOlvw/s1600-h/03.02.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982720255260306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-1t959pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lowkhBEOlvw/s320/03.02.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was the Hafla I was meant to dance at.  I just watched, as my lip was still fucked up.  Here's Nour El Ain looking sexy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-19959qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GAxJZuBZDms/s1600-h/03.03.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982724550227618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-19959qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GAxJZuBZDms/s320/03.03.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting at Great America today I saw a fairly creepy spider.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-19959rI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fpskZPva84c/s1600-h/03.04.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982724550227634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-19959rI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fpskZPva84c/s320/03.04.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A dandelion, for Jeff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-WN959iI/AAAAAAAAALY/kszXvBsEpoc/s1600-h/03.05.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982179089380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-WN959iI/AAAAAAAAALY/kszXvBsEpoc/s320/03.05.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or sore feet day, to some.  My number, spray painted on the pavement near my car on my street.  It follows me, I'm telling you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-Wd959jI/AAAAAAAAALg/Exm9N2usPVY/s1600-h/03.06.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982183384348210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-Wd959jI/AAAAAAAAALg/Exm9N2usPVY/s320/03.06.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tiny dead bug.  The wildlife at Great America once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-W9959kI/AAAAAAAAALo/txFBvgMiW2Y/s1600-h/03.07.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982191974282818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-W9959kI/AAAAAAAAALo/txFBvgMiW2Y/s320/03.07.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was Migel's art opening.  We all got to draw on the wall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-XN959lI/AAAAAAAAALw/kAVtz85LTu4/s1600-h/03.08.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982196269250130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-XN959lI/AAAAAAAAALw/kAVtz85LTu4/s320/03.08.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Bush I painted at GA.  Yes, I know it's blue.  Apparently, that's a Dora thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-Xd959mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SDLhp73vYJk/s1600-h/03.09.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982200564217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-Xd959mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SDLhp73vYJk/s320/03.09.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies.  Glorious cookies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9-d959dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kOLGhn5vJ5s/s1600-h/03.10.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981771067487698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9-d959dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kOLGhn5vJ5s/s320/03.10.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is reptar.  The blue streak has been repainted and this godzilla-like cartoon is it's new mascot.  The smurfs get no love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9_N959eI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9seMaWv-WV0/s1600-h/03.11.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981783952389602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9_N959eI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9seMaWv-WV0/s320/03.11.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another day at the office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;March 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-AN959fI/AAAAAAAAALA/rd5WfRL1CNo/s1600-h/03.12.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981801132258802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-AN959fI/AAAAAAAAALA/rd5WfRL1CNo/s320/03.12.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ducks have appeared at my apartment building again.  They like to cruze around in the pool.  If they look indignant, it's because the pool has been drained.  Drat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-At959gI/AAAAAAAAALI/2b-U4ZGgf_M/s1600-h/03.13.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981809722193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-At959gI/AAAAAAAAALI/2b-U4ZGgf_M/s320/03.13.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worked at Method 42 today.  Mark is making the pretty fireworks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-Bd959hI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xq0ukj6jYdQ/s1600-h/03.14.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981822607095314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L-Bd959hI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xq0ukj6jYdQ/s320/03.14.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kid may like coloring almost as much as me.  And cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9s9959YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/K3ekpyqWq_o/s1600-h/03.15.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981470419776898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9s9959YI/AAAAAAAAAKI/K3ekpyqWq_o/s320/03.15.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh came home from Reno today.  And he brought me a shirt.  What a guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9td959ZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/s1uiBXBlGmI/s1600-h/03.16.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981479009711506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9td959ZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/s1uiBXBlGmI/s320/03.16.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up early to work the out for Method 42.  Here's the resident pidgen population of M 42.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;March 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9t9959aI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QJ3XMQm07e0/s1600-h/03.17.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981487599646114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9t9959aI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QJ3XMQm07e0/s320/03.17.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Patty's day!  This kid was dancing (read: running in circles) with her panda.  It of course made me think of my dear panda who is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9ud959bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RHslL0BrUHk/s1600-h/03.18.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981496189580722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9ud959bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RHslL0BrUHk/s320/03.18.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preping for the show with PAC on Thursday, I've started some small canvases.  I also spent the day in my pjs.  Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9ud959cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8rP4xvBKU-4/s1600-h/03.19.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179981496189580738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L9ud959cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8rP4xvBKU-4/s320/03.19.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They look like a patchwork quilt of paintings!  Rightous! I'd like to do a whole wall like this.  OooOOOOOOoooo!  Or a whole room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-4799397462658865824?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4799397462658865824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=4799397462658865824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/4799397462658865824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/4799397462658865824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-ive-been-busy.html' title='So I&apos;ve been busy...'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R-L_Tt959tI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BD82cj-aU50/s72-c/02.25.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-7297379829798040316</id><published>2008-02-25T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:01.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7oOAaOII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q9SrMjdAXJ4/s1600-h/02.19.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171042359292082306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7oOAaOII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q9SrMjdAXJ4/s320/02.19.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a new flower for my window today.  It's a ranunculus.    Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7iuAaODI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hTbgUUhysmw/s1600-h/02.20.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171042264802801714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7iuAaODI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hTbgUUhysmw/s320/02.20.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's chip, who is chewing on my old quilt.  He has gotten green paint on his head because he is an idiot and keeps getting into things he shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7i-AaOEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gmfd2VSyaQM/s1600-h/02.21.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171042269097769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7i-AaOEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gmfd2VSyaQM/s320/02.21.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote a letter to my friend Shirine in Humboldt today (thanks Lara, for the stationary &amp;amp; stamp)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 22&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7jOAaOFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZFXjISPT-X4/s1600-h/02.22.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171042273392736338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7jOAaOFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZFXjISPT-X4/s320/02.22.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I taught my mom to knit.  Lara came, too!  This is in my mom's living room.  We are all knitting scarves since that's the easiest thing you can make.  I'm going to make a sweater as soon as I can decode the directions and figure out how to make the pattern Lacey-sized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 23&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7jeAaOGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wNDCs0eDh2Y/s1600-h/02.23.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171042277687703650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7jeAaOGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wNDCs0eDh2Y/s320/02.23.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Stephanie had a sushi party, which was awesome because she's a really good cook (a pastry chef, in fact which is even cooler if you're me and have an unquenchable sweet tooth)!  There was soup and dessert and we got to roll our own *hee*.  Steve is cutting his first roll here.  And also being super cheesey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7juAaOHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fvkw59_-GMc/s1600-h/02.24.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171042281982670962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7juAaOHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fvkw59_-GMc/s320/02.24.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unlike any normal person, when I get cold sores I don't get one, I get about 50 all on my upper lip.  So I look like a mutant, but besides that, it burns and I can hardly get my mouth open.  So I'm in my own personal hell and petroleum jelly is becoming something I'm rather fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-7297379829798040316?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7297379829798040316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=7297379829798040316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/7297379829798040316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/7297379829798040316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/zombie-lips.html' title='zombie lips'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R8M7oOAaOII/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q9SrMjdAXJ4/s72-c/02.19.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-3617544579722577500</id><published>2008-02-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:02.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One legged birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7SvbeAaOAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AeE8UwHCtY/s1600-h/02.11.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166947558946912258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7SvbeAaOAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AeE8UwHCtY/s320/02.11.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I began kitting my first beanie today!  It went waaaaaaaaay faster than the scarf, partially due to the thicker yarn and smaller pattern and partially because I actually kind of know what I'm doing now.  Of course, I can't make heads or tails of the sweater pattern I printed out, so I'm going to stick with beanies and scarves for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7SvbuAaOBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/42m5k4qksvg/s1600-h/02.12.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166947563241879570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7SvbuAaOBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/42m5k4qksvg/s320/02.12.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did some painting today.  I'm working on using thicker paint and a palette knife.  I love the way thick paint looks, but my brain screams in agony at how expensive that gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7Svb-AaOCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4sYnvgMgI8M/s1600-h/02.13.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166947567536846882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7Svb-AaOCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4sYnvgMgI8M/s320/02.13.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took all of my old oil paintings to a coffeeshop in Pacific Grove today.  On the way back I stopped at Marina State Beach and walked around barefooted in the sand.  I also absconded with an ice plant to grow on my porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-3617544579722577500?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3617544579722577500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=3617544579722577500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/3617544579722577500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/3617544579722577500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-legged-birds.html' title='One legged birds'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7SvbeAaOAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AeE8UwHCtY/s72-c/02.11.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-2939956220415302757</id><published>2008-02-11T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:03.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing, painting, music - life as usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE_OAaN-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MTNMsENjX1c/s1600-h/02.04.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165845362964576226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE_OAaN-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MTNMsENjX1c/s320/02.04.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the candle in the bathroom at work.  I liked the colors together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE_OAaN_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7JogWq2XaSA/s1600-h/02.05.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165845362964576242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE_OAaN_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7JogWq2XaSA/s320/02.05.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to see Matt Costa in SF with Josh, Tara and Liz.  This is the ad on the wall next to our parking spot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE0-AaN5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Uo2_GSZdFjY/s1600-h/02.06.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165845186870917010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE0-AaN5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Uo2_GSZdFjY/s320/02.06.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually forgot to take a picture today, but here's one of me in belly dance costume since there was a rehersal tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE0-AaN6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gbN2ASX3zBA/s1600-h/02.07.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165845186870917026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE0-AaN6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gbN2ASX3zBA/s320/02.07.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent most of the day painting for WVLO today.  I thought my hand looked rather zombie-like all covered in off white paint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE1-AaN7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/F8Je5rwPAYI/s1600-h/02.08.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165845204050786226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE1-AaN7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/F8Je5rwPAYI/s320/02.08.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another day of painting at the WVLO space.  The doors of the warehouses were all rusty and cool looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE2OAaN8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/YFib3j7Wr54/s1600-h/02.09.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165845208345753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE2OAaN8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/YFib3j7Wr54/s320/02.09.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I painted a bit today.  I'm working on my brushwork.  This is the drawing I started with on my second piece.  The first one ended in a lot of smearing and throwing of paints.  I made a second (and more sucessful) attempt at that one later the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE2uAaN9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xYT7wWjtGj8/s1600-h/02.10.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165845216935688146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE2uAaN9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xYT7wWjtGj8/s320/02.10.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The belly dance performance was today.  I tried to get a shot of the infinate mirrors but only really got myself in the shot.  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-2939956220415302757?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2939956220415302757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=2939956220415302757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/2939956220415302757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/2939956220415302757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/dancing-painting-music-life-as-usual.html' title='Dancing, painting, music - life as usual'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R7DE_OAaN-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MTNMsENjX1c/s72-c/02.04.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-1662852092100229484</id><published>2008-02-04T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>42 appears again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4k6uaJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/arp0_rpX4U4/s1600-h/01.30.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298442182272866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4k6uaJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/arp0_rpX4U4/s320/01.30.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually missed taking a photo this day, as I left my memory card in the computer at work.  But here's a picture of the number of mesages on my answering machine that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4k6uaJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/iLZnWgM5b2A/s1600-h/01.31.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298442182272882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4k6uaJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/iLZnWgM5b2A/s320/01.31.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still no memory card.  Here's a picture of one of my paintings, since this was the day I hung my work.  It would have been a pretty fun day except for the part where the stuck up artist from last month's show had a kaniption fit because I took some of her work down for her since she didn't show up to do it on time.  And also the news that my uncle shot himself.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4lKuaJ4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZZ1T5wJmWCs/s1600-h/02.01.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298446477240194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4lKuaJ4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZZ1T5wJmWCs/s320/02.01.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got my memory card back!  Here's my name in lights (I couldn't resist).  The art show opened today and it was super fantastic!  So many of my friends came out and lots of new people, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4lauaJ5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/32Ck21noWHs/s1600-h/02.02.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298450772207506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4lauaJ5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/32Ck21noWHs/s320/02.02.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a close up of the painting Lara and I did yesterday at the art show.  Today was nice and chill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4lquaJ6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FQJ5l9ZKx1o/s1600-h/02.03.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163298455067174818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4lquaJ6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FQJ5l9ZKx1o/s320/02.03.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went out to Good Karma Cafe downtown with Josh, Tara and John and saw this little paste up on a lamp post.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-1662852092100229484?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1662852092100229484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=1662852092100229484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/1662852092100229484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/1662852092100229484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/42-appears-again.html' title='42 appears again'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6e4k6uaJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/arp0_rpX4U4/s72-c/01.30.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-6921650099867769301</id><published>2008-01-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:06.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art and other fine things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOzKuaJwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A_c4BzyHLHg/s1600-h/01.24.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161422920158422786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOzKuaJwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A_c4BzyHLHg/s320/01.24.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loaned my old flashcards from a&amp;amp;p to Jeff, since he's studying the bones in his Anthropology class.  Woke up this morning and saw he had forgotten them on my counter (he came back for them later).  I drew them all by hand because I'm silly that way.  Well, I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; an art major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOtauaJrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C9V1zoo1nLc/s1600-h/01.25.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161422821374174898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOtauaJrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C9V1zoo1nLc/s320/01.25.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I printed the first batch of shirts with my artwork today!  I'm going to sell them at my art show.  Larry let me pull shirts from backstock for super cheap, so I've got a lot of colors.  I'll be printing the dark shirts later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOt6uaJsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cdvv5WzUKJs/s1600-h/01.26.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161422829964109506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOt6uaJsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cdvv5WzUKJs/s320/01.26.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to dinner for my birthday! Dinner was at 6 degrees on Solano in Albany where David Ramsey is the head chef now.  He sent out all kinds of extra foods and desserts and came out to chat for a bit toward the end of the night.  Also, John needs to learn to smile in photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOuKuaJtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/n929RIvG2ZM/s1600-h/01.27.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161422834259076818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOuKuaJtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/n929RIvG2ZM/s320/01.27.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to the opening reception for the Beaux &amp;amp; Eros art show at the Penninsula Museam of Art in Belmont.  I have 2 pieces in the show.  The place was &lt;em&gt;packed&lt;/em&gt;.  I met some really friendly artists, one of whom allowed me to photograh her wild red shoes!  I'm hoping some of them will make it to my solo show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOuKuaJuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tOUyHvEp5hA/s1600-h/01.28.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161422834259076834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOuKuaJuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tOUyHvEp5hA/s320/01.28.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I printed the dark shirts today.  Here's the screen I used after I took it down.  I like the teal color of the emulsion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOuauaJvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9e0mZ1o5AR8/s1600-h/01.29.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161422838554044146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOuauaJvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9e0mZ1o5AR8/s320/01.29.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun made an appearance today!  Horray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-6921650099867769301?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6921650099867769301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=6921650099867769301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/6921650099867769301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/6921650099867769301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/art-and-other-fine-things.html' title='Art and other fine things'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R6EOzKuaJwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A_c4BzyHLHg/s72-c/01.24.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-35422865241957874</id><published>2008-01-24T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:07.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday and other shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kw_6uaJpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N7LL673qvE0/s1600-h/01.17.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159208722783413906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kw_6uaJpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N7LL673qvE0/s320/01.17.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff made potoato soup for me today.  It was very good because he put in delicious leeks and not crummy red peppers.  He is cutting mushrooms for the soup on the cutting board he gave me for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kxAKuaJqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JOlj19nwL6M/s1600-h/01.18.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159208727078381218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kxAKuaJqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JOlj19nwL6M/s320/01.18.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was the reception for the first art show I've coordinated at Gardner Community Center.  I'll be helping to put on a different show every month.  The smiley guy here is Tony, the coordinator I work with.  He is super awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxKuaJkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nX4HY7Jc2zI/s1600-h/01.19.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159208469380343362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxKuaJkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nX4HY7Jc2zI/s320/01.19.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the day before my birthday, so I made a torte.  Here is the chocolate melting.  mmmm...  Some friends came over and we played wii.  Chill and fun.  It was a good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 20&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxKuaJlI/AAAAAAAAADY/aU7V5QJDOyE/s1600-h/01.20.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159208469380343378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxKuaJlI/AAAAAAAAADY/aU7V5QJDOyE/s320/01.20.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out to dinner with my mom and brother for my birthday.  Also along were Josh (of course), Richard, Shayna and Lara.  I'm 26.  Which means I'm either in my early late twenties or my late mid twenties depending on if I'm feeling optimistic or not.  Jeff, a true disciple of my silliness, made a table out of suger packets which was able to suppot a pint glass.  Impressive, Jeff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxauaJmI/AAAAAAAAADg/h0z9wqNolvE/s1600-h/01.21.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159208473675310690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxauaJmI/AAAAAAAAADg/h0z9wqNolvE/s320/01.21.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a day of much drawing.  Six new ones today.  Here they are all stacked up in a disorderly fashion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxquaJnI/AAAAAAAAADo/hefT4bk-8LE/s1600-h/01.22.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159208477970278002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxquaJnI/AAAAAAAAADo/hefT4bk-8LE/s320/01.22.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another day of preping for my upcoming art show on the first, I cut out a massive amount of paper hearts.  I feel like I'm in kindergarten.  I swear if someone asks me to write my name on one of these and string it around my neck with yarn I will fight back this time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxquaJoI/AAAAAAAAADw/iOn-G6bvujM/s1600-h/01.23.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159208477970278018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kwxquaJoI/AAAAAAAAADw/iOn-G6bvujM/s320/01.23.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I walked around downtown SJ putting up flyers for my show today.  I walked over my favorite number (the answer to life, the universe and everything) on my way down second street.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-35422865241957874?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/35422865241957874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=35422865241957874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/35422865241957874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/35422865241957874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-birthday-and-other-shenanigans.html' title='My birthday and other shenanigans'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R5kw_6uaJpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N7LL673qvE0/s72-c/01.17.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-7687584282999751</id><published>2008-01-17T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:08.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4_EO1iXVAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/asgO6D6CX1M/s1600-h/01.14.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156555857530934274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4_EO1iXVAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/asgO6D6CX1M/s320/01.14.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's kind of hard to tell from the quick snapshot, but Josh was making an "I love you" sign  while he pumped gas today.  We like to flash the sign to each other all sneeky like.  We're so adorable it makes you sick, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4_EPViXVBI/AAAAAAAAADA/kKhS5vHHTCM/s1600-h/01.15.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156555866120868882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4_EPViXVBI/AAAAAAAAADA/kKhS5vHHTCM/s320/01.15.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was working on odds and ends for my upcoming art show today.  I made a bunch of little heart pins that people can wear on their sleeves.  Cheesey I know,  but I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4_EPViXVCI/AAAAAAAAADI/kg_7dsU3Grs/s1600-h/01.16.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156555866120868898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4_EPViXVCI/AAAAAAAAADI/kg_7dsU3Grs/s320/01.16.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went tromping around with Lara in Belmont at Twin Pinks Park, and I saw a helicopter (not it's real name, I'm sure) tree!  I haven't seen one since I lived in Indiana when I was under five.  They look really cool when the seeds fall, since they helicpter down.  I, of course, grabed a handful of seeds to plant in my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-7687584282999751?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7687584282999751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=7687584282999751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/7687584282999751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/7687584282999751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/days-of-love.html' title='Days of Love'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4_EO1iXVAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/asgO6D6CX1M/s72-c/01.14.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-4438691012644378421</id><published>2008-01-14T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:51:11.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lucky first 13 days of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;January 1, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u6jFiXUxI/AAAAAAAAABA/0dR-1RgEAew/s1600-h/01.01.08lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155419310400164626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u6jFiXUxI/AAAAAAAAABA/0dR-1RgEAew/s320/01.01.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken on the way back to Tara's house from the bar where we rung in the new year. Josh has been trying to lick me all night, in fact every photo taken of the two of us together is of him licking me. Apparantly when Josh gets smashed, I begin to resemble a lolipop or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155420787868914466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u75FiXUyI/AAAAAAAAABI/D0-AQ9POap4/s320/01.02.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Day two and I've already blown it. I forgot to take a photo at Belly dancing class on the second, so I took this the next morning. Oops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155421457883812658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u8gFiXUzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r_AFD_UdGuA/s320/01.03.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Today I learned to knit! I got a book from the Recycle Bookstore, "Kids Knitting". Hey, it seemed pretty easy to follow. I'm making a black scarf and as usual, I'm already planning a dozen projects for down the road which I may or may not ever get to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155422475791061826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u9bViXU0I/AAAAAAAAABY/kOk-rfrEgp8/s320/01.04.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Today it started to rain. Like a bunch. That is, a bunch if you're a wuss who likes in California. I like how the rain makes all the colors darker and brighter except for the sky, which goes pale gray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155423098561319762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u9_liXU1I/AAAAAAAAABg/00DfUYQnpGk/s320/01.05.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lara drew an om on the window of her van while driving today. More rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155423510878180194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u-XliXU2I/AAAAAAAAABo/75D6H9NtMQw/s320/01.06.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chip was annoying today. Mostly because he was super clingy and kept following me around. I have a Cockatiel with abandonment issues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155431074315588594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4vFP1iXU_I/AAAAAAAAACw/IBmZGXmPELo/s320/01.07.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today I helped Elizabeth (soon to be Athena) help her artwork at the Gardener Community Center.  I'll be coordinating solo shows at Gardener all year and this is my first one.  Next month will be my work, Lara's will be in August.  Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155430473020167138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4vEs1iXU-I/AAAAAAAAACo/g3H7FLjavGc/s320/01.08.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jeff slept over last night.  I don't think he much appriciated this picture, but sisters are like that sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155430473020167122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4vEs1iXU9I/AAAAAAAAACg/wokSSDle8n0/s320/01.09.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lara and I went hiking at Skyline Ridge and identified mushrooms.  That was hella fun!  We had originally intended to find edible mushrooms, but the only edible one was a Slippery Jack, which kind of tastes like slimey nothing according to the book, so we skipped it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155430464430232514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4vEsViXU8I/AAAAAAAAACY/xDLqj9z6nM0/s320/01.10.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ardvark and Mark hung the sign for Method 42 Productions today.  I just happened to come out of work just as they were getting ready, so I stopped and took photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155424889562682258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u_n1iXU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/e_2kkZGiOxY/s320/01.11.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I spent most of the day drawing. Lara came over and Chip sang to her feet.  Why he has a thing for feet, I have no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155424760713663362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u_gViXU4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wz6eAJyr9po/s320/01.12.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lara and I made cupcakes today. She planned a party, but no one could come, so we had a cupcake party together instead!  I really love cupcakes.  They are mega awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155430318401344434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4vEj1iXU7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8MBBpcY-96Y/s320/01.13.08lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day in front of the TV with Josh.  I can't handle sitting still for that long, so I drew, knitted and messed around on my laptop.  Josh slept through most of the day.  Seems to me like napping just makes you more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-4438691012644378421?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4438691012644378421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=4438691012644378421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/4438691012644378421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/4438691012644378421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/lucky-first-13-days-of-year.html' title='The lucky first 13 days of the year'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4u6jFiXUxI/AAAAAAAAABA/0dR-1RgEAew/s72-c/01.01.08lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656427353335766361.post-1144953529470118007</id><published>2008-01-10T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:20:09.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>So here's the idea...</title><content type='html'>I'm taking one photo every day for one year.  I'm going to start posting them here next week.  I won't nessasarily pick the best photo I've taken each day, but the one which seems to tell the story of that day the best.  I've already noticed that I pay more attention to things when I'm thinking about my daily photo and sometimes, when I look at the photo I see something I didn't notice when I took the picture.  I started snapping on Jan 1, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6656427353335766361-1144953529470118007?l=sprocketjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1144953529470118007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6656427353335766361&amp;postID=1144953529470118007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/1144953529470118007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6656427353335766361/posts/default/1144953529470118007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprocketjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-heres-idea.html' title='So here&apos;s the idea...'/><author><name>Sprocket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14045731124561602893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UgkLVAR6iOU/R4aa51iXUqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SBdFwBvI318/S220/o33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
