tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38226311112399231422024-03-13T14:17:17.077-07:00YellowYellow.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547213284616879162noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-67331221569138890792010-02-14T10:16:00.000-08:002010-02-14T10:16:00.236-08:00And on the Seventh Day he smoked out!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjFIM0D4oz4bSxAFZpJlCv_ImAzQi2_c7SqMNcb6aLzWIP-mfmzfa_Woyd1_NSym4MjELC-3HNAcUO_s3hryytV4Dmbx5xjs67QBBppCiIWe11Rvioa6AHxy8cnOXV_sMaBjBN0PXEg8f/s1600-h/t1larg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjFIM0D4oz4bSxAFZpJlCv_ImAzQi2_c7SqMNcb6aLzWIP-mfmzfa_Woyd1_NSym4MjELC-3HNAcUO_s3hryytV4Dmbx5xjs67QBBppCiIWe11Rvioa6AHxy8cnOXV_sMaBjBN0PXEg8f/s320/t1larg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437423871036566866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So not only does Jesus save but he also smokes pot.....that Jesus is such a rebel.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/02/10/texas.marijuana.jesus/index.html</span></div>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-26527035664949920612009-11-18T08:50:00.000-08:002009-11-18T08:52:28.750-08:00I've missed you...It's been a long while since I've posted on the blog, but I came across this photo gallery on the Nat Geo website and thought it would be a perfect way to get started again. Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div>http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photos/life-color-yellow.html<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-6958583382848731722009-10-17T16:45:00.000-07:002009-10-17T16:53:44.349-07:00Random Acts......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnRQKzeOzJ0UxKqr8WQ761dKaNORe9Vq3oJ14Ik9MnTzo9urjpDLEsyH1QkmuweZDCZOonGOMjbnm3q0ORH3JS4NrkyIBK4nHO37Cp0em2DGXa8a5xYFg_BwgOLmS_89v9Sf-dNQhL8Ay/s1600-h/pbear2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnRQKzeOzJ0UxKqr8WQ761dKaNORe9Vq3oJ14Ik9MnTzo9urjpDLEsyH1QkmuweZDCZOonGOMjbnm3q0ORH3JS4NrkyIBK4nHO37Cp0em2DGXa8a5xYFg_BwgOLmS_89v9Sf-dNQhL8Ay/s320/pbear2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393720848656052418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">While moving things around this panda showed up!</span></span><br /></div>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-37468086085975141682009-10-10T14:04:00.000-07:002009-10-10T14:06:51.545-07:00Fire!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH16e7roRUAQ7Nyx44CzV-Z9xVblyqmAkadLckyw0XowOhakxVlJeYi6geMNfAs6XYzF_rgSr7B6xD5Y0py7ke3PyVOG2hDjROyhWgrnGctU2G1Q7aLgaPxNc505AwN8AAT-7fA6O9q_mR/s1600-h/fire4yellow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH16e7roRUAQ7Nyx44CzV-Z9xVblyqmAkadLckyw0XowOhakxVlJeYi6geMNfAs6XYzF_rgSr7B6xD5Y0py7ke3PyVOG2hDjROyhWgrnGctU2G1Q7aLgaPxNc505AwN8AAT-7fA6O9q_mR/s320/fire4yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391080728956174722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" >A yellow doodle while at work!</span><br /></div>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-36704993574956395372009-09-30T19:54:00.000-07:002009-09-30T19:55:00.052-07:00doodle doodle doodle<object width="250" height="169"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5557499&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=01AAEA&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5557499&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=01AAEA&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="250" height="169"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/5557499">Yellow doodles</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/hildi">Hildi</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>hildihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501835320782534881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-13843384851955296302009-09-27T10:01:00.000-07:002009-09-26T10:03:04.923-07:00Jesus: Water-walking, Nazi face kickin' bad ass!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhqk8LXaFNqjZWxkZ_dY7s0El9BZS9_N6p4g3fIpCt6oRyZfLHxH4aidj4n4z6_E0G3Nf9n8-67oZx1sch58VLnwQIUUd7-0mdLQxCe5uRjlrUaDawfrOq4z8vUhGduOi3rE__g33cKTn/s1600-h/3ENut.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhqk8LXaFNqjZWxkZ_dY7s0El9BZS9_N6p4g3fIpCt6oRyZfLHxH4aidj4n4z6_E0G3Nf9n8-67oZx1sch58VLnwQIUUd7-0mdLQxCe5uRjlrUaDawfrOq4z8vUhGduOi3rE__g33cKTn/s320/3ENut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385822406389849842" border="0" /></a>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-60244286691713512482009-09-20T12:51:00.000-07:002009-09-20T12:51:00.163-07:00DON'T QUESTION JESUS' TASTE IN FOOD...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuSbsHfStblrzCHPcnQkVCdr3GwSnyMA5qysbkdHQ2Bo8LYvOUstbmL8PEUWaK1a5E8Qb6fd8VFu7OlOuuDyHK9H6qCUqyxHG-Xnp-bU4lV94A3x-UtZiS-PaBUc61l6sVhhoYYtAPdIJ/s1600-h/2008-05-08-175-loaves-and-tacos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuSbsHfStblrzCHPcnQkVCdr3GwSnyMA5qysbkdHQ2Bo8LYvOUstbmL8PEUWaK1a5E8Qb6fd8VFu7OlOuuDyHK9H6qCUqyxHG-Xnp-bU4lV94A3x-UtZiS-PaBUc61l6sVhhoYYtAPdIJ/s320/2008-05-08-175-loaves-and-tacos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383268717071638626" border="0" /></a>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-16416031478304090532009-09-15T21:13:00.000-07:002009-09-15T21:19:01.118-07:00A DAY AT WORK.....A TALLY OF MY WORK DAY:<br /><br />*NUMBER OF NICE PEOPLE: 8<br /><br />*NUMBER OF ASSHOLES: 7<br /><br />*NUMBER OF BANKRUPTCY ACCOUNTS: 7 <span style="font-size:85%;">(NO CORRELATION TO ASSHOLES)</span><br /><br />* NUMBER OF SEVERELY PAST DUE ACCOUNTS: 9<br /><br />*NUMBER OF VOLUNTARY REPOSSESSIONS: 1<br /><br />*NUMBER OF "FUCK OFF": 1 <span style="font-size:85%;">(NOT THE VOLUNTARY REPOSSESSION)</span><br /><br />YEAH THAT'S MY WORK DAY.Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-76301914212224723842009-09-13T14:14:00.001-07:002009-09-13T14:15:54.263-07:00He resurrects them just to kill them again.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ptH3C4G0DxM7eu6u0goagzdZ_d7EdTen94X-SAbyRIf90WwWkP3p_S-3qgTzS84reMyHgl7VSVUZGMawJjKS6Pe5NezNZJyQR1n-ZeDLNWIxFnp37_olwQrlqlqLD8p7V-J8jSVLKluT/s1600-h/Jesus_Christ_Vampire_Hunter_copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ptH3C4G0DxM7eu6u0goagzdZ_d7EdTen94X-SAbyRIf90WwWkP3p_S-3qgTzS84reMyHgl7VSVUZGMawJjKS6Pe5NezNZJyQR1n-ZeDLNWIxFnp37_olwQrlqlqLD8p7V-J8jSVLKluT/s320/Jesus_Christ_Vampire_Hunter_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381063462370398386" border="0" /></a>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-79978952554145720942009-09-11T21:57:00.001-07:002009-09-11T21:58:54.048-07:00This bitch bites!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/SqsqZ666UyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PTM5FfwO2Dc/s1600-h/IMG00029-20090830-1735.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/SqsqZ666UyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PTM5FfwO2Dc/s400/IMG00029-20090830-1735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380440804625634082" /></a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-1388311793720201022009-09-06T11:56:00.000-07:002009-09-07T11:57:35.220-07:00ZAP!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1q7KTvRikPckILzCXL8_kbTvynfbEt993SAA9yh_Q-IqTL_Y5HL7L2aAm8xWel854FkiB0GjIPxODBEvngOijLhXGKOZw-LbFpqE0jE7wqtlOmzLkDiev8RwlCy274gsa3u-49HQvL84E/s1600-h/l_9e463e54f49c606c80853b70a88d3ac8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1q7KTvRikPckILzCXL8_kbTvynfbEt993SAA9yh_Q-IqTL_Y5HL7L2aAm8xWel854FkiB0GjIPxODBEvngOijLhXGKOZw-LbFpqE0jE7wqtlOmzLkDiev8RwlCy274gsa3u-49HQvL84E/s320/l_9e463e54f49c606c80853b70a88d3ac8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378801524189905282" border="0" /></a>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-52192380202936214042009-09-01T20:33:00.000-07:002009-09-01T20:36:02.665-07:00YELLOW BUBBLES......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35QK0_Y-MPLXza8GJHFuTYcKlruvm8AY506k6b6pDsLBj-S1LxxZ6FetILVQDzV-zN8QmuqehOS4rE56F0tfg_oIJQrAb-_MsqZ2mXWM6Ai7byjWVRbKZ0C9RN33WAtVwCDzheH2eSor0/s1600-h/squiggles4.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35QK0_Y-MPLXza8GJHFuTYcKlruvm8AY506k6b6pDsLBj-S1LxxZ6FetILVQDzV-zN8QmuqehOS4rE56F0tfg_oIJQrAb-_MsqZ2mXWM6Ai7byjWVRbKZ0C9RN33WAtVwCDzheH2eSor0/s320/squiggles4.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376708556986941522" border="0" /></a>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-46590894488968807072009-08-23T14:48:00.001-07:002009-08-23T14:48:45.185-07:00Jesus Head Hunter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0P3FsP5whyphenhyphenokDdy_l-rIPlzOcZy9-fnDI8h_OVghHNQaJn0vGlyo-FXfEFWFeDUPgfTRx7Yfy02nVsIeAT-KYenF6fhhwf8GCJwRhyLtAAE7oZIFW8HTf3fndv_IvF5O9rrVNyDHCBCC0/s1600-h/jesus_head_hunter.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0P3FsP5whyphenhyphenokDdy_l-rIPlzOcZy9-fnDI8h_OVghHNQaJn0vGlyo-FXfEFWFeDUPgfTRx7Yfy02nVsIeAT-KYenF6fhhwf8GCJwRhyLtAAE7oZIFW8HTf3fndv_IvF5O9rrVNyDHCBCC0/s400/jesus_head_hunter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373279465726410994" /></a>hildihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501835320782534881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-74040024177508531902009-08-18T21:18:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:25:52.305-07:00My pencil saves my soul!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0j7ZECbGJjAV_Gn-LcUHNG1lOmVKFZyYNfekcu4qnPFDTd17bfCsoN7vIcJ9GWW2oyb6rZ0WPLYoK6w55GbU3wvogm-6LZyyoT1u_YgxtmOHR7Eq0wFx8PdnmiXD9u_8C6AicTWZ1BX8j/s1600-h/buggywatcher.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0j7ZECbGJjAV_Gn-LcUHNG1lOmVKFZyYNfekcu4qnPFDTd17bfCsoN7vIcJ9GWW2oyb6rZ0WPLYoK6w55GbU3wvogm-6LZyyoT1u_YgxtmOHR7Eq0wFx8PdnmiXD9u_8C6AicTWZ1BX8j/s320/buggywatcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371526305761621442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSHhI-HoDHhjzeY8Ot4CtvJPRTqHuusf757CH8hAQ6o7M8_c3GEy2NSdEqa2a4RrDUqJNtEEXcRFb4h6KuBdXNrWpW2YqPIMPHaakvkf62qW5Q2JswEEM9Ck4U6RM3A7JFPtwMdmqkfWd/s1600-h/yea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSHhI-HoDHhjzeY8Ot4CtvJPRTqHuusf757CH8hAQ6o7M8_c3GEy2NSdEqa2a4RrDUqJNtEEXcRFb4h6KuBdXNrWpW2YqPIMPHaakvkf62qW5Q2JswEEM9Ck4U6RM3A7JFPtwMdmqkfWd/s320/yea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371526300441207938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Nothing kills the soul sucking affects of call center work life like doodling. Quite honestly this is my only salvation at work. </span></span><br /></div>Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-76578260325737759482009-08-16T12:00:00.000-07:002009-08-16T12:02:28.843-07:00Somehow the Christian world and Marketing world compliment each other....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://glugbeer.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/jesus-beer-billboard.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 320px;" src="http://glugbeer.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/jesus-beer-billboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>hildihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501835320782534881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-9098818424284947192009-08-14T09:06:00.000-07:002009-08-14T15:32:29.185-07:00I Heart Film<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/SoWMhUNjPUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BYKuruCVDwQ/s320/Wedding+Day.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369852634698300738" /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/SoWMhog_OzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9O9m9jPLsXQ/s320/Mami+en+la+universdad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369852640148536114" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/SoWMiLdJ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u5mb5YXJEm0/s1600-h/Mami+when+she+was+a+little+girl.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/SoWMiLdJ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u5mb5YXJEm0/s320/Mami+when+she+was+a+little+girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369852649527701906" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">The first time I fell in love, I was nine years old. I was visiting Cuba for the first time and meeting family members that until then had only existed in delicate black & white photographs, and handwritten charts my mother meticulously drew out for me to study. I rehearsed vigorously the week leading up to my very first anticipated return to the motherland. “Tio Niño is Tia Rosita’s husband and they have two children: Rafael and Ana Eva. Ana Eva is married to Javier.” The visual aids that went with these charts consisted of old-fashioned images of dust-covered relatives dressed in stoic expressions and styles from a bygone era. My nine year-old self found it so romantic that my personal history existed in an antique-finish, when life at the time occurred in Technicolor.<br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">On that first trip to Cuba, I began what would become a family tradition: the pouring over and selecting of photographs for my collection. Tia Rosita was the keeper of all family heirlooms and all photographs were carefully preserved in plastic shopping bags. Piles of fairy-tale snapshots sat neatly, one on top of another, with little regard to rhyme or reason. In any one bag you could find images of my first day at school, sent from Miami, with pictures of my mother’s quinceañera party in front of the ancient house in Vazques. Sitting Indian-style on my grandmother's old stiff bed in my family’s museum, I gravitated towards those beautiful old photographs and interviewed my aunt.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Who is this young guy standing next to Rafael?” I would ask.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“That is your father, niña… when he used to have hair,” she would reply with a smile.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The bags of inconsistency would morph into neatly organized timelines. Right next to me would sit my most prized possession: the collectables Tia Rosita was allowing to disappear from her life forever. When she had had enough, and it was time to put the bags away, she'd examine the photographs one last time. Slowly sifting through the Miami-bound collection, she would stop for a few short seconds on every single image, burning them into her memory. A small tear would greet the side of her face and she would say:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Ay niña, I can’t believe you love such old things. Enjoy them, but you better send me new ones!”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Each and every time I returned home from visiting family in Cuba, my mother would reprimand me for arriving with these gifts. It is an unspoken rule that after a trip to Cuba you return to Miami with almost none of your belongings. It was especially embarrassing for my mother to contend with the fact that I even so much as had the gall to ask for something, when my sole mission was to give. But, to my mother’s continued horror, I could never ignore my fascination and love for black & white film and continued to amass quite the series over 7 trips. I recently rediscovered my old flame, after relying on the instant gratification of digital for so long. And this week, I’m purchasing a Nikon FM10 35mm camera to finally send Tia Rosita some new ones. </p> <!--EndFragment-->Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-16156558090993336772009-08-13T05:40:00.000-07:002009-08-13T10:44:02.737-07:00ñooo, only in Hialeah....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEYL1krY_1nPdM75pGCKYMfmWL_60yWYhdFJiqbTK5dn-Mw_hgbk_5s2B5BsNVuEZnQvHWPKwMBjIFADF5DNjnQhgL4id3V2yi0yq34weWzv0cNtk4qOUNepDBxk4q3oqRdzmidJAykY/s1600-h/IMG_7060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEYL1krY_1nPdM75pGCKYMfmWL_60yWYhdFJiqbTK5dn-Mw_hgbk_5s2B5BsNVuEZnQvHWPKwMBjIFADF5DNjnQhgL4id3V2yi0yq34weWzv0cNtk4qOUNepDBxk4q3oqRdzmidJAykY/s400/IMG_7060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369429041499121698" border="0" /></a>I wanted to share this advertising banner I saw on the side of a large store building called "ñooo que barato". (Literally translated that means "Damn that's cheap!", or "Daaamn, that's cheap"). This is an Addy Award winner right here....but in all seriousness, I guess what I can say is at least they have a sense of humor. =)Karyna @ PaperSquidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013303783025477454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-37928526959793960302009-08-12T22:29:00.001-07:002009-08-12T22:30:28.482-07:00Yellow Power to Yellow People<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsreel.us/panthers/yellow_power.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 754px; height: 585px;" src="http://www.newsreel.us/panthers/yellow_power.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>hildihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501835320782534881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-58588677359587761572009-08-09T09:38:00.000-07:002009-08-09T09:40:41.874-07:00Jesus Forgives...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meathaus.com/wp-content/images/jesus_and_the_bear_detail.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 514px; height: 319px;" src="http://meathaus.com/wp-content/images/jesus_and_the_bear_detail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>hildihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501835320782534881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-49298792493740942362009-08-07T19:34:00.000-07:002009-08-08T20:56:42.865-07:00Yellow is Freedom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/Sn0GTi-Ux8I/AAAAAAAAADA/tBX2aGIbWio/s1600-h/Yellow+Liberty.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgCYddydiQ/Sn0GTi-Ux8I/AAAAAAAAADA/tBX2aGIbWio/s400/Yellow+Liberty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367453263770994626" /></a><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;">On a recent bike ride through Liberty State Park, I came upon an amazing view of the Statue of Liberty and it got me pondering over the idea of inspiration as a multifarious experience. Although we all understand it to be one noun, inspiration looks, feels and results in an infinite number of possibilities. When you come upon your muse it is one of the most original and intimate events that you can be aware of. In the instance where one shares an inspirational moment, the conclusions remain limitless. And in the very rare occasions where many share a muse and a similar dream, the aha! moment can never belong to anyone but yourself.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;">The Statue of Liberty, as the most iconic symbol for freedom, has inspired over 22 million immigrants as they passed through Ellis Island. There are very few creative influences today that can claim to have inspired 22 million distinct sensations.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;">When lightning strikes me, my soul propels upward like the launch of a space shuttle. It takes off from the pit of my stomach and rockets through the center of my electrified heart, warming my inner atmosphere. It all concludes in a brilliant fireworks display that kisses my skin with fading light, as the flash of light simmers down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;">What inspires you and what does that moment feel like?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <div><br /></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-56013026765670579842009-08-05T21:28:00.001-07:002009-08-05T21:29:58.572-07:00yellow doodle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho98ewIh-dSw_NYPKvtOQznYsgBvS7cV6MuxIXIrLZRzLEPde0L_aMpWhZIu3QOpaif1Wre3N1AJOpKyzOiNrdD4fHUEWE8VxHD1sRw5hs2YtYeddSyisHGYMnB2I4fCMPpgFV2R8P3MyW/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho98ewIh-dSw_NYPKvtOQznYsgBvS7cV6MuxIXIrLZRzLEPde0L_aMpWhZIu3QOpaif1Wre3N1AJOpKyzOiNrdD4fHUEWE8VxHD1sRw5hs2YtYeddSyisHGYMnB2I4fCMPpgFV2R8P3MyW/s400/yellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366703322914828610" /></a>hildihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501835320782534881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-48421130025319519632009-08-04T20:08:00.000-07:002009-08-04T20:09:47.989-07:00The importance of Water.....<object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"></param> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/MichaelPritchard_2009G-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/MichaelPritchard-2009G.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=613"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/MichaelPritchard_2009G-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/MichaelPritchard-2009G.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=613"></embed></object><br /><br />TED talk about a portable water filter....Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-83988788838901642622009-08-02T09:20:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:16:22.215-07:00Give me a break......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1Gb1mZ8vmwyTIvcjoA0-D-ypgmZRifGaawHaIx4lDsycZPvea11pmvUDAAsj5UtYumr8SpQ2me3u63j8QA6fwCr7y32VXNlsiJRWoAuwSDyGe6No9bXJBWM0JKHUgT_1q2SU_LvjJHpN/s1600-h/633755042746440005-kitkat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1Gb1mZ8vmwyTIvcjoA0-D-ypgmZRifGaawHaIx4lDsycZPvea11pmvUDAAsj5UtYumr8SpQ2me3u63j8QA6fwCr7y32VXNlsiJRWoAuwSDyGe6No9bXJBWM0JKHUgT_1q2SU_LvjJHpN/s320/633755042746440005-kitkat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365402354237957394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How can I sin if he's staring at me from my chocolate bar?Terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09371677570312265243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-55577033840868936202009-07-31T09:51:00.000-07:002009-07-31T10:01:59.042-07:00Time Doesn't Grow on Trees<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve always had a pretty bad perception of time. My friends can all attest to this handicap, having been victims of the many consequences of my tardiness. The older I get, the more philosophical I’ve become regarding time. On the surface, it seems that I just can’t get anywhere on time because I simply take too much of it to get any one task accomplished. But, what is time anyway? These days it seems to escape me even quicker than before.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Days have become mere sighs passing through the portal of a greater unknown macrocosm. On days where I’m running late and have to rummage through my archive for a good excuse – to get me off the hook for being late to what-have-you event, I feel wholeheartedly that I am a slave to a manmade invention.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Immanuel Kant believed that time didn’t really exist but was an exigency of our knowledge. In order for us to understand anything, our sensations had to exist conditionally within space and time. The idea that time is subjective makes the most sense to me. I have my own mind and my own perception, so why shouldn’t time be different for all of us. Your 9am is not mine.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Clearly, I’m not a realist when it comes to time. I don’t believe we move through it in a uniform fashion, nor that time travel is possible. But, I do understand one universal idiom: Time is Money. Over the next few weeks I will be completing a project, inspired by Time, which will take up two adjacent walls of my apartment. I hope to share my progress with you and that you will appreciate the time it will take for me to bring a little yellow into your lives.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxlFIt51N5DV0inNA_NiED4ULQ6ZXGGbNHFLkMQPtXQqYiAZoSMbkxQY-0VLCiH64uQZILCKhiohzDuvEp3Zg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822631111239923142.post-12213520393468724012009-07-29T21:45:00.000-07:002009-07-29T21:46:33.632-07:00Yellow Crafts!<embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/909477/amazing_pop_up_unbelievable_easy_yellow_flower.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_909477" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"> </embed><br><font size = 1><a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/909477/amazing_pop_up_unbelievable_easy_yellow_flower/">Amazing Pop Up. Unbelievable Easy. Yellow Flower.</a> - <a href="http://www.metacafe.com/">Awesome video clips here</a></font>hildihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16501835320782534881noreply@blogger.com0