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Best Sticker Ever, Y/N?
Mar. 26th, 2008 02:39 pmNow only if they were sparkly unicorns....
The SPN fen will appreciate this the most
Jan. 4th, 2008 12:01 pmThis has been in the window display of the candy store around the corner from me (Buffistae will remember it as the Awesome Place What Gives You Free Fudge and Salt-Water Taffy) for the past few months, and I finally got around to taking a picture and posting it. Now I kind of feel the need to buy the damn thing.
CUE FLASHBACK!
CUE FLASHBACK!
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| Z. Cioccolato window Does that mean Sam'n'Dean were here, too?? |
Awesome Flickr set of the SS Oceanic Independence - the ship has been moored off of one SF's southern piers for over 6 years, and will probably end up on the scrap pile.
I'm desperately trying to get everything wrapped up before I take off for the weekend - happy Friday, everyone!
I'm desperately trying to get everything wrapped up before I take off for the weekend - happy Friday, everyone!
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arliss and serenada
Jun. 7th, 2007 11:18 amLook at your LJ userpics list. If you have fewer than 50 icons, pick every fifth one. If you have between fifty and seventy-five icons, pick every seventh one. If you have over seventy-five icons, pick every tenth one. If you have fewer than ten, pick all of 'em. List them onyour LJ, and tell everyone exactly why you have it, why it's interesting to you, what significance does it have.
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time to switch bottle music - from a Corb Lund lyric - I originally made it for smonsterbite, but she kindly shared it. I like whiskey, I often think it's time to have some. |
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pwned! This are Z's cats - Hank & Daisy. I don't use this much any more. |
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Sudeikin Bat Theatre icon theatre - This is a poster that George Sudeikin did in 1922 for the Bat Theatre in Paris. It's got two of my favorite things in it, even though I don't use it much. If I ever do get back into it, I'll use it. |
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jdm beam fannish - JDM. Beaming. How can you argue with the beam? (by tinamishi) |
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jared jensen eh fannish - Jared & Jensen in the middle of shooting "Supernatural". I like the Canadian aspect, especially since I'm dating a Canadian. Plus, the boys look oh so very thrilled. (by lady_octavia) |
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Tlingit raven Another permutation of Raven Stealing The Sun. I'll use this one when talking about myths or the tattoo on my back. |
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dean faith sam choices fannish - Faith, Dean, and Sam, ganked when pandarus was doing her most excellent crossover. Used more when I was making romantic choices. I could use it for other choices, but the romantic element is a little strong. (by ellenemi) |
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sf rising city - The logo that SF used during the 100 year anniversary of 1906 earthquake and fire. I heavily identified with the phoenix last year, and this seemed appropriate. |
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deadly woobie fannish - Wolverine, being the deadliest of the woobies. I don't woobify much, otherwise I'd probably use this more. |
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calico jack Arrrrr. I really only use this once a year, on Talk Like A Pirate Day. But pirates are always fun. |
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alaskan poppies alaska - Poppies in a field in Denali National Park. This is a happy/peaceful/content icon for me, as opposed to the searching for peace icons that I have. |
One of these is going to be my new main icon. It's Paul Gross in Slings & Arrows, which needs to be seen to be believed. (One of my favorite running jokes was the continued questioning of Jeffrey - "Are you mad?" Brilliant.)
Anyway. They're not great, but if anyone wants one, take and have.
Anyway. They're not great, but if anyone wants one, take and have.
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More photos
Apr. 26th, 2005 01:42 pmI'm loving the gallery option.
Underneath the cut-tag, a picture of what my desktop looked like yesterday.
( Oh, the Cubesanity! )
I plan to document as many of the tableaus as I can. Currently, they're all reassembled and doing a victory dance.
Must. Get. Cubes Expansion Pack....
Underneath the cut-tag, a picture of what my desktop looked like yesterday.
( Oh, the Cubesanity! )
I plan to document as many of the tableaus as I can. Currently, they're all reassembled and doing a victory dance.
Must. Get. Cubes Expansion Pack....
I pick up my friends and we start to ride
First of all, I love walking into First Ave. So much has happened in that building, so many historic performances (and ghosts!), and that permeates the entire club. I took one of my most enthusiastic and positive friends, L, so we geeked out together on the walk over to the club. It's passing strange to be in any club now, though, and not be choked with smoke. I'm not complaining - this was the first time I felt safe in the pit - but it was odd.
Moby rocked. He was simultaneously shy and hyper-kinetic, and said "thank you" at least 5 times after every song: "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." He had a great back-up band, it was a very well-crafted song set, and the lighting was fantastic. I'm such a geek - I was admiring their smart lights. They looked like big black dinosaur eggs, and were very well-used. L & I were watching the breakdown after the concert, and we noticed that some of the equipment must have used to belong to The Black Crowes, as their stencil was on over half of the cases.
So. Good night, great concert, fabulous venue. Afterwards, L & I met up with everyone at the Market, wherein Z discovered that he probably could have made it to the concert in time (it started at 9:15, he walks offstage at 9). Woe. Still, much fun was had until I dragged Z home and put us both to bed.
I'm feeling pretty good, if a little tired. I'm also doing the PMS-bloaty thing, so my body issue demons and I are having a fun discussion.
Pardon me while I brag on my husband. Here he is last August.....
( Click here to see him now..... )
Damn. I'm just so proud of him. Now I need to kick myself back in gear.
First of all, I love walking into First Ave. So much has happened in that building, so many historic performances (and ghosts!), and that permeates the entire club. I took one of my most enthusiastic and positive friends, L, so we geeked out together on the walk over to the club. It's passing strange to be in any club now, though, and not be choked with smoke. I'm not complaining - this was the first time I felt safe in the pit - but it was odd.
Moby rocked. He was simultaneously shy and hyper-kinetic, and said "thank you" at least 5 times after every song: "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." He had a great back-up band, it was a very well-crafted song set, and the lighting was fantastic. I'm such a geek - I was admiring their smart lights. They looked like big black dinosaur eggs, and were very well-used. L & I were watching the breakdown after the concert, and we noticed that some of the equipment must have used to belong to The Black Crowes, as their stencil was on over half of the cases.
So. Good night, great concert, fabulous venue. Afterwards, L & I met up with everyone at the Market, wherein Z discovered that he probably could have made it to the concert in time (it started at 9:15, he walks offstage at 9). Woe. Still, much fun was had until I dragged Z home and put us both to bed.
I'm feeling pretty good, if a little tired. I'm also doing the PMS-bloaty thing, so my body issue demons and I are having a fun discussion.
Pardon me while I brag on my husband. Here he is last August.....
( Click here to see him now..... )
Damn. I'm just so proud of him. Now I need to kick myself back in gear.
Rare color photographs of World War I. Fascinating and touching at the same time. It makes a distant war seem all that more real.
Let me both curse and praisestephl for linking me to the Bartleby edition of the 1922 Emily Post. I am obsessed with manners books (I desperately want the new Manners book by Kate Spade. Actually, the entire series would not be unwelcome), and Miss Post is the grande dame of American manners, both clever and precise. I aspire to contain that much grace, and will probably fall short of the mark for many years to come. Especially today, as my productivity at work is put aside in favor of reading such observations as this:
It would seem that the variability of the weather was purposely devised to furnish mankind with unfailing material for conversation.
So very true.
Z & I went to see Theater Latté Da's production of La Bohème. Director Peter Rothstein decided to set it in 1940s Paris, using Nazi imagery for the soldiers and putting a Star of David on Colline. There are days when I ungenerously wonder what many artists would have used for conceptual fodder if the Nazis had never come to power. It was a good production overall, but I was reminded that I don't often enjoy opera for various reasons usually associated with the script and pacing. Also, the audiences. Ah, opera audiences, full of pretentiousness and self-congratulation, who either shush everyone around them in a bullhorn voice or else talk throughout the show, commenting on every single little piece of set or staging. We heard no less than four people last night ask during the singing if Colline was wearing a star in the second act. Let's see - we've already seen a representation of Hitler and a swastika on a soldier's arm, and you ask if the yellow piece of fabric on his lapel is a star? Come here so that I may beat you with a clue-by-four. You don't even have the excuse of distance, because the farthest the audience can be from the back wall of the set is 30 feet, and he was downstage. (Side note - the man playing Colline does not look like a basso profundo. I was amazed every time that voice came out of that slight frame.)
We see Pericles Wednesday, and then close Measure For Measure on Sunday. I need some rest.
Let me both curse and praise
stephl for linking me to the Bartleby edition of the 1922 Emily Post. I am obsessed with manners books (I desperately want the new Manners book by Kate Spade. Actually, the entire series would not be unwelcome), and Miss Post is the grande dame of American manners, both clever and precise. I aspire to contain that much grace, and will probably fall short of the mark for many years to come. Especially today, as my productivity at work is put aside in favor of reading such observations as this:It would seem that the variability of the weather was purposely devised to furnish mankind with unfailing material for conversation.
So very true.
Z & I went to see Theater Latté Da's production of La Bohème. Director Peter Rothstein decided to set it in 1940s Paris, using Nazi imagery for the soldiers and putting a Star of David on Colline. There are days when I ungenerously wonder what many artists would have used for conceptual fodder if the Nazis had never come to power. It was a good production overall, but I was reminded that I don't often enjoy opera for various reasons usually associated with the script and pacing. Also, the audiences. Ah, opera audiences, full of pretentiousness and self-congratulation, who either shush everyone around them in a bullhorn voice or else talk throughout the show, commenting on every single little piece of set or staging. We heard no less than four people last night ask during the singing if Colline was wearing a star in the second act. Let's see - we've already seen a representation of Hitler and a swastika on a soldier's arm, and you ask if the yellow piece of fabric on his lapel is a star? Come here so that I may beat you with a clue-by-four. You don't even have the excuse of distance, because the farthest the audience can be from the back wall of the set is 30 feet, and he was downstage. (Side note - the man playing Colline does not look like a basso profundo. I was amazed every time that voice came out of that slight frame.)
We see Pericles Wednesday, and then close Measure For Measure on Sunday. I need some rest.
Solstice Time Is Here....
Dec. 21st, 2004 08:49 amBonfires everywhere....
I've been listening to Vince Guaraldi a bit much, I think.
We were graced with a citywide glaze of ice yesterday, and today has the distinction of being the first day the snow has stayed on the ground for more than 4 hours.
It's odd to note the difference in celebrations from one community to the next. Here, Winter Solstice is a time for quiet reflection and drawing inward. In Fairbanks, it's a social holiday. Not as social as the Summer Solstice, but a time for public celebration nonetheless. As odd as this is for me to say, I think I like the Alaskan way better. The light has come back. What better way to welcome it than a big old party? There's always a slight element of mourning in Summer Solstice celebrations, because the light is going away again. And when you lose 7 minutes of light a day, it's damn noticeable.
All this contemplation has made me realize that this year was one of the last chances I have to celebrate the holidays up there. Clearly not happening this year, but perhaps the next.
I've been trying to find a picture of what the sun will do up there today, and I've found a few interesting sites:
An excellent photoblog of an Alaskan winter train ride (note: Z & I (and my mom, and everyone else who visits us) have gone white-water rafting on the Nenana River that shows up in here. In the summer, of course.)
Just general Alaskan winter stuff. Scroll a little more than halfway down to see the picture of the sun's trajectory today. Or just go here.
Our celebrations tonight will consist of decorating cookies to give as gifts. I had hoped to be out and about to give the cookies tonight, but it was not to be.
The wheel turns, and we face another cycle. Peace and love to everyone.
I've been listening to Vince Guaraldi a bit much, I think.
We were graced with a citywide glaze of ice yesterday, and today has the distinction of being the first day the snow has stayed on the ground for more than 4 hours.
It's odd to note the difference in celebrations from one community to the next. Here, Winter Solstice is a time for quiet reflection and drawing inward. In Fairbanks, it's a social holiday. Not as social as the Summer Solstice, but a time for public celebration nonetheless. As odd as this is for me to say, I think I like the Alaskan way better. The light has come back. What better way to welcome it than a big old party? There's always a slight element of mourning in Summer Solstice celebrations, because the light is going away again. And when you lose 7 minutes of light a day, it's damn noticeable.
All this contemplation has made me realize that this year was one of the last chances I have to celebrate the holidays up there. Clearly not happening this year, but perhaps the next.
I've been trying to find a picture of what the sun will do up there today, and I've found a few interesting sites:
An excellent photoblog of an Alaskan winter train ride (note: Z & I (and my mom, and everyone else who visits us) have gone white-water rafting on the Nenana River that shows up in here. In the summer, of course.)
Just general Alaskan winter stuff. Scroll a little more than halfway down to see the picture of the sun's trajectory today. Or just go here.
Our celebrations tonight will consist of decorating cookies to give as gifts. I had hoped to be out and about to give the cookies tonight, but it was not to be.
The wheel turns, and we face another cycle. Peace and love to everyone.
