I had a blog entry partially composed in my head this morning, but never got a chance to type it out, and now that bird has flown. It’s so typical that my big dumb brain (henceforth to be referred to as BDB) only kicks into creative writing gear when I ought to be sleeping or some other equally inconvenient time. And you and I both suffer for it. I remember the jist of the post, but I don’t have the creative juice to recreate it right now which has me feeling a bit… oh, what’s the word… frustrated!And BEHOLD! Intro to Digital Art Project #2 – My homage to frustration ~It’s actually a pretty big file. Go ahead and click the photo and really get in there and experience my world, up close and personal. I dare ya. I double dog dare ya! And if you want the complete experience, go back to this entry and play that second video in an endless loop in the background for the soundtrack to my image. And that is my world.Ok, that’s not my world all the time. But it wasn’t hard to piece together. Kyle has been having a rough couple weeks…
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Utata Speaks ’08
So, did anyone make it through the whole 81 minutes of that Library of Congress webcast? Yeah, me neither. I barely made it through that lady’s introduction. Man, she was putting me to sleep. But I’m going to make it up to you right now, with an even better way to spend your valuable time – Utata has published its big annual project!Yay! Photo essays from my favorite Flickr group. I submitted a personal essay singing the praises of drive-by shooting in Santa Cruz – and then didn’t shoot at all while we were there this past weekend. But that is no reason not to go and check out everyone else’s entries. (helpful tip of the day – that banner is a link, click it!) I haven’t had a chance to read many of the essays yet (still folding laundry thank you very much) but between kid-wranglin’ and homework I might have 5-7 minutes free this evening. Wait… Kyle has baseball practice tonight – did I wash his uniform?Well, I would love to tell you more about our weekend and the CIA, but I’ve got to call and sing Happy Birthday to the lovely Julie T’s answering machine.