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Thursday, Sep 9, 2010
Fifty seven days and counting
Year of the Pig Studio 2 weeks ago More from this author

that is how many days i have until i depart Seattle and arrive in the great city that is San Francisco. the term time flies has never meant more to me. i traveled south to the fine city of SF for the fourth of July and while i was not too productive in my sketchbook(s), i did take some photographs that i’d really like to share :: and that’s all folks. i have work to do, an apartment to pack, and a cat and a turtle to feed. i wish you all a very happy Thursday from Year of the Pig Studio. [nikon 35 mm :: 400 ISO color film] jessi

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Saying "Goodbwyes."
The Perpetual Postcard Project 1 month ago

“Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together?  I guess that wouldn’t work.  Someone would leave.  Someone always leaves.  Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.” – Charles M. Schulz For Kimmy 07.28.10 (c) C. Quintana 2010 The history of “goodbye,” according to Answers.com (by the way, I’m not at all sure how accurate Answers.com really is, but I’m going to take its word on this one): No doubt more than one reader has wondered exactly how goodbye is derived from the phrase “God be with you.” To understand this, it is helpful to see earlier forms of the expression, such as God be wy you, god b’w'y, godbwye, god buy’ ye, and good-b’wy. The first word of the expression is now good and not God, for good replaced God by analogy with such expressions as good day, perhaps after people no longer had a

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Living With a New Dynamic: My Parents.
Dear Diary

Dear Diary, Let me preface this with: I love my parents. I love how many times they have picked me up and helped me clean my scrapes, cuts and that one time helped me off of that chain link fence I tried to jump and in the process gifted my a-s crack with a very unpleasant wedgie. Told me to suck my sh-t up, and always and without question accepted my decisions with the knowledge that I and I alone have to live with the consequences of my choices. So. Maybe this will make my rant-o-rama less damaging. As most of you know I have moved back home. I have sold my home, got into art school, and am going to be an adult. And by adult I mean taking a step backwards to ultimately take a step forward. Somehow this is making me feel less like looser for moving back home. I understand the reasoning. Fiscally responsible. Yes. Less Cool. Yes. New Roommates. F-ck yes. I have grown up in a home where I have watched my parents be in love. As a model for relationships they truly have it goin’ on.

Home At Last!
Monica_Irene's Blog

As anyone who has been reading my blog, you would know that my fiance has been gone all summer at training for the Army. Well he came home (finally!) almost two weeks ago, which would explain my absence from most things internet related for the last two weeks. However, since he has been home we have just been go go go. I think the first four days he was back were spent doing errands to make sure he had everything taken care of how it needed to be before we could just relax. Turns out we haven’t really relaxed that much, just in the evenings when we have a few hours to watch some tv and just relax. Which is why this is the first time in almost three weeks that I have updated. My hope is that once things slow down and we move into our place in Irving, I will be able to have more time to update my blog more. Speaking of moving into our place, I am very happy because we actually found a different place in another city in the metro area where we are going to live. We are closer to his

Procrastinating
Butterflies and Dragons

I have a habit of using one project to procrastinate on another.  For example (hypothetically, of course) I might work on my story instead of unpacking my kitchen.  Interestingly enough, what is avoidance-worthy today might be the tool of avoidance tomorrow.  Again theoretically, I might have unpacked my kitchen tonight instead of working on a poster for work.  Ok, neither of those is really hypothetical.  I am a big slacker, too, and I know it.  I have a lot of blog reading/commenting to catch up on, so I apologize if you feel ignored.  (I’m also planning a whole blog post just about slacker blogging – eventually.)  For now, though, enough procrastinating.  I got my poster drafted, my kitchen (mostly) unpacked, and now I need to catch up on sleep.  I’ll get back to my story tomorrow.

House full of boxes
Amanda Crossley- Writer
Superbored is moving.... to.....
Superbored's blog
Farewell Vermont, You Will Be Missed
nonsensical/pontification
UN BESOS & LUEGO
Evskii's Blog
So I took a hiatus, so what?
Adventure Wannabe
#oneaday, Day 234: Dear Friends
I'm Not Doctor Who
Why Hamden House Hunting?
Hamden House Hunting

The purpose of this blog is to familiarize Quinnipiac students with the process of moving off campus. For many students, moving off campus represents their first time being tenants, and they aren’t always aware of all the factors they need to consider when deciding to rent a house or an apartment. From billing issues and landlord interactions to parking concerns and transforming your first house into a home, this blog was designed to present students with everything they need to know about moving off campus and renting a home. Beginning with the initial decision of living in privately-owned properties or Quinnipiac housing, the blog entries will guide QU students as they embark on their journeys off campus and into their Hamden, Conn. homes. Enjoy an informative series of home-owning tips, feel free to leave comments and most of all, happy Hamden House Hunting!

So I've got good news and I've got bad news.
young&hostile's blog

Good news! G isn’t pregnant and I’ve [hopefully] convinced Mr. Piece of Shit to fess up to his girlfriend, L, so we down have to. Bad news! I found out from T today that W only likes me as a friend.  It was quite disappointing and I’ll admit that I broke down and cried a little.  But everyone has those weak moments. On a different note, a little update.  We moved more of our things to our new house today.  I’ve got like half of my room done!  I’m so excited for this move, even if it is a lot of work.  And tomorrow I’m going to paint some shelves for my new room.  It’s been a very long day.  Big sigh!

Apartment and job hunting
The Sleeper Hit

Last night I dared check Craigslist for Roscoe Village apartments and was pleasantly surprised; prices seemed to be between $450-$700 for renting a room in a two or three bedroom place. Per person of course, but still awesome, considering I’ve been budgeting for at least $1,000 a month. And these places look really cute. I hope I can find something pretty easily during those first two weeks out. Basically everyone knows now that I’m moving. And boy, people sure do look at me funny when I say I don’t have a job lined up, nor am I starting grad school. I also keep hearing “you’re so brave” a lot, paired with bewildered but polite facial expressions. Fun! On the other hand, some people seem genuinely impressed that I’m going for my dreams full-force and admit they’re somewhat envious. Envious of my strength and audacity, I hope, as opposed to my caution-to-the-wind crazed mentality. If I really can’t find something in my field by then,

Shoe Whore
"Knee How" Shanghai

Todd for years now has called me a shoe whore. I guess it you are going to be a whore a shoe whore is not a bad way choice. One ambitious thing I did right after signing the contract was to go through my closet and dresser and sort. Here is the filter I used: Would I wear this in Shanghai? If no, donate pile, if yes, add to take pile and see next question Would I pay to ship it over? If yes, take pile, If no, donate If I didn’t take it, would I really want to wear it in 3 years from now? If no, donate Initial round of sorting results: 5 large trash bags of clothing and 13 pairs of shoes donated to Goodwill. I didn’t touch packing again until the day I flew out to LAX for the 1/2 marathon, talk about waiting until the last minute. I found at property control large black duffel bags. I purchased 2. Good thing is since they were aired out already and didn’t have that awful new luggage, plastic chemical smell. I know you know the one I am talking about, walk by a luggage

Going Back to School in San Antonio
IMCOMoves

Finding a Higher Education that will Work for You If you’ve ever considered going back to school to complete a bachelor’s degree, professional certification, or master’s degree, this is the perfect time to begin.  You’ll make new friends in your new city and create professional opportunities for yourself. San Antonio hosts a wide variety of colleges and universities, not to mention online universities.  With so many options, it’s wise to first set career goals for yourself.  Do you need a degree to reach your goals?  Do you need a bachelor’s or master’s degree?  Are professional certifications necessary in your field?  Do employers hire from specific universities?  Are online degrees acceptable in your field? People often think they cannot afford to return to college.  Websites such as www.salary.com and www.glassceiling.com offer average salary information on virtually every career path.    Before you enroll, find out what your earning potential will be if you complete your degree.  A

Pressing my Words here
SpiderWolve's Blog

Hello everybody. This is my first post here. I know, I know, I have a lot more posts here that come before this one, right? Well those all came from the site known as Vox. A site that’s dissapearing from the face of the interwebs. Not exactly sure  why or what for. I only got the heads up from my sister who blogged there alot more then I did. Even so, I was dismayed and followed her over here and I’m still finding myself a little lost here. Seems a bit more complicated then Vox. Just a bit. Ok, more then a bit, but I think I may be getting the hang of things. I think. Anyway, moving on moving on. I’m back home for a bit. When I say home I mean Idaho. Like Idahome but not. There was a town like that here named that I think, but it doesn’t really exist anymore. Just some foundations and a big concrete silo. Maybe I’ll go over there sometime and take some pics to show you what I mean. It’s really strange how a place can change in small, but important wa

My day's gone camping.
Amanda Winski's Blog

So, first, my dream update as usual. Last night’s occurrence was wild. So, I don’t remember a WHOLE lot about the actual dream, but just that I KNEW I was dreaming…it was…awesome, crazy, other-worldly. In my dream, I had this huge open gash down my abdomen. Everyone was freaking out and wanting to rush me to the hospital. Well, suddenly, the gash is on my face, not my abdomen…and everyone acts as if its been there all along. Which is when I realize I’m dreaming! Usually once I realize I’m dreaming, I wake up, so as soon as I realized it, I was like aww crap. But I didn’t! So I was just gallivanting around my dream world doing whatever I wanted and telling people it didn’t matter what I did because it was all a dream! However, I did try to fly and it didn’t work, which was pretty disappointing. Need more will power in my dream! BUT, annoyingly, I got stuck again. I feel like the more I record and think about my dreams, the more

Exhaustion boxes.
Etcetera

(A word of warning: the following post is fairly rambling, with run on sentances and everything, and probably quite self-indulgent and boring in its stream of consciousness-ness. That’s what you get when I am freaking out a little bit.) I’m moving next week. I start my course at Arts University College Bournemouth on the 27th, but since the lease for my room (I’m in the halls of residence) starts on the 20th I’ll be moving up sometime that week to give me a few days to get adjusted. I don’t know when exactly. Although I should figure it out soon since I’m supposed to tell the university when I’ll be arriving. It’s pretty fucking scary at the moment. It didn’t feel real at all and until September started, and since then it’s been getting steadily more… well, real. Can’t think of any other words for it at the moment. I mean, it’s exciting too. I’m looking forward to it big time. It’s just… whe

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