I've always wanted to be a part of something that would impact my community in such a huge way as this would. It's amazing what can happen when a few people get together to make a change. Nothing short of admirable.
Monday, March 31, 2008
In Action
I've always wanted to be a part of something that would impact my community in such a huge way as this would. It's amazing what can happen when a few people get together to make a change. Nothing short of admirable.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Playlist
Music makes up a big part of my life. I don't think that there is a moment when I don't have a song playing in my head. This is what I've been listening to lately.
Monday, March 24, 2008
More than just a pretty face....
Click on the images above to read about how Rob Dyrdek (of MTV's Rob & Big) helped to bridge the gap between the worlds of city architects and skateboarding to create a skate plaza that everyone can enjoy.Ads = poor student artwork
Call me a dork, but I love the images of advertising in magazines. The walls of my dorm room are covered in these cheap, easily accesible pieces of art. Take this one for example. It came from Dwell, an Interior Design/Architectural mag. The image just grabbed my attention, and I was "forced" to tear it from my brand new/ wrinkle free mag. It's beautiful.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Moving....ugh
In two months time, I will have finally completed my degree in Interior Design. I should be so excited, and yet I have put the inevitable off for so long. I have to figure out where my next stage in life should take place. For most I think this is fairly easy, but with my background it's kinda driving me nuts. My friends like to say that my childhood was that of a gypsy: never settled down in one place for too long. You see my Dad was an air force man, and where out government wanted him, my family went. Even after retirement, my family continued to move for one reason or another: new parental job, better schools for my siblings and me, or because the city we were in wasn't right for us. Between kindergarten and twelfth grade I had attended 11 schools. And this experience continued into my college career as well, with me attending 3 schools before I found the right one here in the frozen tundra of Wisconsin. I love that I have lived in so many places. I am who I am because of these experiences and wouldn't trade them for anything. But now comes the hard part, the part I have been dreading and avoiding like the plague. Now that I am graduating: where to I go? Should I stay in Madison? Should I move closer to my family (whom I miss a ton) in Indiana despite the fact that Indianapolis is my idea of hell? Should I move out to the east coast where I have always wanted to live? Should I take the giant leap and go abroad before I have had a family and all that jazz? Most of my fellow ID students seem to have landed in Chicago or Minneapolis, with a few choosing to stay here in Madtown. Chicago scares me. It's big and it's airport has a vendetta against me (stuck there many a times overnight, and I have now gone through 3 sets of luggage from broken legs/wheels and tears). I visited Minneapolis. It was okay. Seemed pretty nice, but I didn't get that feeling. The feeling where i could see myself living there happily. Happily. That's really my goal. Wherever I go doesn't have to be big. I just want to go someplace where 1: I can find a decent job (these student loans are going to be a bitch), 2: near some sort of body of water (lake, river, retention pond, big huge pool, not too picky), and 3: where i feel like i am home and not a stranger floundering in a new place. It's alot I know, but I'm up for the challenge. Well, at least I hope I am. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Jesse Lacey
So to make myself happy, after the Packer's tagic loss of Brett Favre, I'm posting my last set of Jesse Lacey Pics. The one with the cat ears is by far my favorite. Enjoy!
'tis a sad day
Brett Favre has announced he will be retiring and it's a sad day here in Packer Country."What John Wayne was to cowboys, Brett Favre was to quarterbacks. He was the tough guy who said only what needed to be said, the grizzled hombre who took a bullet and kept on shooting until the bad guys were gone, and he brought to the game that cock-sure swagger and the rugged looks that took over whatever stage he was standing on, making other men shrink into the background and women’s hearts beat faster."
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