Monday, September 08, 2008
WebDesign
Yeah ... I just got Stephanie's website up and running. Not totally complete, but it feels good to accomplish something. For those of you who do not know, Stephanie is my boyfriend Paul's ex-wife. She is super sweet, a great ex-wife, and a fabulous jeweler.
You can see her website here: www.hjsdesigns.net.
After a couple sites, (see also my friend Jessie's website www.jessicascofield.com which I created last year) I am starting to get this WebDesign stuff a little. Enough to learn more and do it for a living??? maybe...
Oh, and I almost forgot, I am also managing a family website which features the Adventures of Dylan and Tristan at www.anythingimaginable.com/wordpress.
You can see her website here: www.hjsdesigns.net.
After a couple sites, (see also my friend Jessie's website www.jessicascofield.com which I created last year) I am starting to get this WebDesign stuff a little. Enough to learn more and do it for a living??? maybe...
Oh, and I almost forgot, I am also managing a family website which features the Adventures of Dylan and Tristan at www.anythingimaginable.com/wordpress.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
How did it get to be 2008?
Time has really flown. I am going to post again. I swear.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
my socks tell me things
did some laundry today. when i was folding it and putting it away, i suddenly realized that every sock had a mate. it seemed like some sort of a sign that the tides were turning, that my life was going to be different from now on. when was the last time i had a load of laundry without any of those depressing single socks?
then i realized that one of the pairs of socks, a fairly non-descript black pair, was not truly a pair. at least not originally. but i had been wearing them as a pair for at least a year now, each of them having lost their previous partner.
then i realized that one of the pairs of socks, a fairly non-descript black pair, was not truly a pair. at least not originally. but i had been wearing them as a pair for at least a year now, each of them having lost their previous partner.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Moths
Painting of moths I recently did to put over my bed. Maybe I could ride on them into my dreams...
I do think i need to add some text to each moth, but haven't found the right words. also i need some tiny tiny brushes.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Close your eyes and open your heart
I just went and saw Michael Gondry's latest film The Science of Sleep. Of course, I truly truly loved it. Every delicious moment of it. And then I go and read the reviews and am shocked by the negativity that I have found.
The New Yorker says: A frantic and funny diversion, but it pales and tires before its time is up. It doesn't know the meaning of enough.
The New York Post says: Watching it is like being the only non-stoned person in the room as someone tells a long, long story.
I begin to wonder if anyone has any imagination anymore.
Then I read: You have to identify pretty strongly with suffering artistes to find anything to root for in The Science of Sleep.
And of course I do. So maybe this is a movie for a very small percentage of the population (I am used to have different tastes than the majority) but it is absolutely perfect for that tiny group.
The imagery was amazing and yet felt so accessible to me. It made me want to run home and start making things. (This feeling is something Gondry encourages -- on the movies website, you can create your own stop motion animation.) I really loved the city made out of cut and painted cardboard and I wanted to move right into Charlotte's room with its wall of cubbies filled with colored felt and other marvelous things. But, despite what other people have said, the power of this movie is not just in its imagery. I really fell for the story too.
Many of the dream sequences were hilarious. In the above, Stephane has a nightmare about work where he is trying to manipulate tiny pieces of paper with giant hands. (Totally reminds me of frustrating work-dreams I have.)
Gael Garcia Bernal is so freaking cute in this movie (even though he wears a frustrated expression through most of it. He sleeps in the same tiny little bed he did when he was a boy, narrates his dreams from a egg-carton covered studio, and invents things like one-second time-machines.
The love story was great too and I really did care. I felt these two belonged together and cared for one another more heartfeltly than the cheesy couples in most romantic comedies.
I was a bit upset in how people have been criticizing Charlotte Gainsbourgh's appearance in this movie. It is non-existent for a female love interest not to wear makeup in American movies, so I understand how a typical audience may be stunned, but how can anyone not see her beauty. In the movie, Stephan even says to her, "I love it when you cry, because then you have to wear your glasses."
I'm kinda sad that Charlotte has only really appeared in French movies, as I would love to see more of her. I think she's beautiful.
The New Yorker says: A frantic and funny diversion, but it pales and tires before its time is up. It doesn't know the meaning of enough.
The New York Post says: Watching it is like being the only non-stoned person in the room as someone tells a long, long story.
I begin to wonder if anyone has any imagination anymore.
Then I read: You have to identify pretty strongly with suffering artistes to find anything to root for in The Science of Sleep.
And of course I do. So maybe this is a movie for a very small percentage of the population (I am used to have different tastes than the majority) but it is absolutely perfect for that tiny group.
The imagery was amazing and yet felt so accessible to me. It made me want to run home and start making things. (This feeling is something Gondry encourages -- on the movies website, you can create your own stop motion animation.) I really loved the city made out of cut and painted cardboard and I wanted to move right into Charlotte's room with its wall of cubbies filled with colored felt and other marvelous things. But, despite what other people have said, the power of this movie is not just in its imagery. I really fell for the story too.
Many of the dream sequences were hilarious. In the above, Stephane has a nightmare about work where he is trying to manipulate tiny pieces of paper with giant hands. (Totally reminds me of frustrating work-dreams I have.)
Gael Garcia Bernal is so freaking cute in this movie (even though he wears a frustrated expression through most of it. He sleeps in the same tiny little bed he did when he was a boy, narrates his dreams from a egg-carton covered studio, and invents things like one-second time-machines.
The love story was great too and I really did care. I felt these two belonged together and cared for one another more heartfeltly than the cheesy couples in most romantic comedies.
I was a bit upset in how people have been criticizing Charlotte Gainsbourgh's appearance in this movie. It is non-existent for a female love interest not to wear makeup in American movies, so I understand how a typical audience may be stunned, but how can anyone not see her beauty. In the movie, Stephan even says to her, "I love it when you cry, because then you have to wear your glasses."
I'm kinda sad that Charlotte has only really appeared in French movies, as I would love to see more of her. I think she's beautiful.Friday, September 15, 2006
Light
Friday, September 08, 2006
Boy
The funny thing about this photo is that I did not set it up; I was merely recording an event that I came across. Dylan had tied up Tristan and left him there bound to the tree. In general, the kids like to be tied up so that they can try and escape, but Tristan doesn't look too happy here.
(posted for PHOTO FRIDAY)
