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| Making a (fashion) statement. (poll included)Ok, I know you're puzzled already because if you know me, you know that I have absolutely NO fashion uh... direction. BUT. Being in Los Angeles, I've had the privelege of meeting a lot of people in the fashion industry. I guess there isn't much in terms of fashion over in the D.C. area. For the young kids, fashion means getting their parents to buy them expensive trendy purses, and for older adults, fashion means expensive power suits. Apparently you can only go so far with that. One fellow east coast friend said it best last night. "I only know how to dress two ways, ugly, and business casual." And so, I was speaking with one of my extremely talented fashion minded friends and mentioned that now that I'm no longer a student, maybe I can uh, think for once about what i wear. "well, what kind of statement/message do you want to send?" she asked. "ummm.... freakin awesome?" i replied. Apparently freakin awesome doesn't quite cut it when making a fashion statement so she, with me in mind, gave me three drafts/mockups/whateveryoucallthesethings. Which do you like? I have no idea what some of this means anyways. But please, VOTE! Btw, she suggested I put pictures up too, which may or may not happen haha 1) Freshness Guaranteed- Casual comfort merges with hip hop funk. Bling is optional but attitude is a must. Monochromatic colors of black, brown, beige with splashes of pop colors create clean lines with a credible edge. Oversize tonal screen bling-zip hoody worn with sand-blast denim in two-tone wash. Crisp woven shirts with pop collars layered over cotton knit tees and tri-washed slacks. So fresh and so clean clean!
2) Urban Sophistication - City sophistication mixed with sporty influences to create the unstudied look of urban refinement. This look combines the eclectic mix of stylish active jackets layered with fitted tees and loose cargos to variegated woven shirts worn back to light weight zip pocket jeans. Subtle versatility is key.
3) Rugged and Personal - Vintage-washed pieces of destructive graphics paired with low rise distressed dirty wash jeans. Long sleeve crew-neck screen print thermals combined with 5 pkt khaki cargo shorts. Off to the beach or hop on the next tour bus, your rugged style and personal flare with carry you wherever you go. what gets YOUR vote? | | |
| beauty in this beholders' eye ain't so pretty...its painstaking to have to build your own house, now imagine if you were a bird.
first you stalk around finding a good place to make home. it's not easy, especially here in southern california, the trees aren't exactly lush if you know what i mean. once you've found it, you poop on it to stake your claim, only after you've had a serving of disgusting leftovers dropped on the ground by messy eating humans. (i'm kidding about the poop)
then, with only a beak and claws at the end of your legs you painstakingly grab bits of wood, twine, and whatnot one piece at a time. to fly it back to your marked territory. luckily you found a good place, no, it wasn't a tree but it was a sheltered structure. In fact you found it quite by accident but you went inside, scoped it out pretty well and it was perfect. Sheltered from rain and wind, warm and easy to get into (apparently), there couldn't have been a better place. And so you go to work. day and night slowly piecing together a nest that will eventually hold your beautiful babies.
After a while you are almost done, walking around the nest and checking out your handiwork when
BOOM! you scurry around, what the heck was that?!
BOOM! where in the world? you freeze.
A little more wary you sit in your nest and one by one you lay your eggs. Three of them to be exact. And then you wait..
day after day you patiently wait upon your nest and their eggs. The booming has stopped and you quickly forget about it.
Finally, the day comes. Actually it happens at night. you're sitting on the eggs when you feel them start to move a little bit. working with all their might, three little baby birds are pushing and pecking their way out of their shells, quickly you regurgitate some of your dinner that night all ready to feed your cute little babies.
And with a chirping that will not end for days, your babies fully emerge from their shells, craning to eat what you already have.
it's a beautiful moment when all of a sudden..
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
again with the booming? what in the world is that?
What is that you ask?
It's me you stupid birds! how in the world did you get in the attic RIGHT ABOVE MY ROOM!?!?!?!?!
Terminix is coming on saturday so enjoy life while you can.... meanwhile i'm gonna go buy me some earplugs..
jerks
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| the road to status quoIt was a long time ago that we met. A random place, a random time, a chance encounter. Two people walking down two roads. A single intersection. I was going one way, you were going another. You spoke of conformity and expectation. Duty was the course of your sail. But yet in that intersection we talked about lifegoing down different roads. Roads less traveled. Roads unseeen. Hills with crests that you couldn't see over. The possibilities were exhilirating as they were endless. Romantic notions of fantasy are often like that. I saw in you endless possibility. I saw life like a light shining brightly into places of beauty that had never been considered or explored. Caught in the moment I imagined exploring those roads together. But we were on two roads, mine going one way, yours going another. And as we walked further down our roads, our voices faded. Faint whispers of a place long past. A memory. I heard you kept down that road. And I know it made you happy. I know it made others happy... family, friends, etc. But for some reason it made me sad. I hope you have the beauty, the exhiliration of the exploration of life. I hope your path was the best one and that there are no regrets. I hope you found what you wanted. I know I have.. | | |
| my ends look like my beginningsi started seminary 3 years ago.. i'm finishing in 3 weeks... beginning i came to talbot eyes wide open, excited for what was new and more unprepared for it than i thought i was, ready to make a niche for myself, ready to find my future, ready to go... end i leave talbot, eyes wide open, excited for what wil be new, and yes, still more unprepared for it than I probably think I am, ready to make a niche for myself, ready to find my future, ready to go.. beginning my first semester here, i decided to choose the topic of 1 Timothy 2:8-15 (women in ministry) to do my research on end yea so guess what hte topic is of my last paper in my last greek class? thats right, 1 Timothy 2:8-15.. only now i'm supposedly a full seminary education wiser and smarter.... beginning my very first class was hermeneutics with Dr. Hultberg at 7:30am on wednesdays, it was a ton of work. end so my very last lecture and class will be also with Dr. Hultberg, this time with Dan-Rev... i know its a bit sacriligious but i've been secretly calling him my alpha and omega of my seminary career... beginning i spent so much time in the library that after about a month i realized "hey! i've been to the bathroom in the library more than i have at my home!" end yea so i've been to the bathroom like 5 times today, and mostly in the library :) beginning i started off in seminary procrastinating from large assignments by writing xanga entries end ummm... yea | | |
| Braces and Boob jobsSo we live in a world where we can do all sorts of wonderful, and crazy things to our bodies. In reality we do things to enhance our bodies all the time. When I speak of enhancements i speak of things that add onto what we are naturally given with. In this list comes things like, immunizations for kids (or adults actually), protein powder for those working out, caffeine to stay awake, braces to make your teeth straight, exercise programs to maximize strength and muscle mass, boob jobs, tummy tucks, tattoos, piercings, liposuction, gatorade to re-hydrate, pain shots for athletes, steroids, ridilin for a quick concentration boost, human growth hormones, the list goes on and on. So the question then is, is there a place where we're supposed to draw the line? What makes getting a boob job and better/worse than getting braces. Who's to say that ridilin to help you get through a test is bad? (other than the argument it's against the law?) For that matter, I would bet that some marijuana could probably be an extremely helpful and therapeutic if used in a controlled manner. Is it possible to make a blanket statement over certain types of body enhancements as being just plain wrong? For myself, I never got braces or a boob job, but i've taken advil during vball tournaments to numb the pain of a sprained ankle, I've also taken caffeine to stay awake, and sometimes i wish i had some ridilin on me hahaha =) All of this discussion came up in an ethics class that I'm taking. It brought up a good question of why do we draw the lines we draw when it comes to things like these body enhancement issues? in the end it of course will come down to the individual and their choice, not that whatever they choose is right, because i think you could do all sorts of things to your body for wrong reasons, but that it will and does come down the your own heart and motivation of why you do the things you do. I think the take home for me is that you just can't judge blindly without looking at the specific circumstances. I think we tend to do that because it's easier to stand back and judge rather than to really listen to people's stories of why things happen and why they do what they do. | | |
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