Friday, October 7, 2011

pretttyy colors

I like color...a LOT...if you've seen my apartment/room you'd know what I mean
...unfortunately I never get to work with color at the office...the people at the office aren't big fans of color in general.

Anyway... I secretly like to swipe colorful things.
This post is mostly for my own enjoyment. =)


bokja furniture. if I had the money...

a net sculpture made by janet echelman. I'd like to fly up and play inside of it.

a man named haung yung-fu did this to his hometown. it's quite lovely. taichung, taiwan.

cave diving in the bahamas anyone?

fantastic outfit...

Berlin street art

I wish this was my hair...

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

-I dunno who wrote this.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Flower Alphabet

A is for Acacia and Chasteness of Love
B is for Begonia, Dark Thoughts and Blood
C is for Cloves and Noble Dignity
D is for Dahlia and Instability
E is for Eglantine and Sweet Poetry
F is for Fennel and Worthy of Me
G is for Goats Rue, Logic and Reason
H is for Honeysuckle, Rustic Beauty and Season
I is for Ivy, Friendship and Marriage
J is for Jasmine, Grace, Elegance and Carriage
K is for King-Cups and Desire of Riches
L is for Lily and Returning my Wishes
M is for Mallow, Gentle and Mild
N is for Nettle both Cruel and Wild
O is for Olive and Deep Lasting Peace
P is for Primrose and Your Love that will Cease
Q is for Quince and Damning Temptation
R is for Rose, Red in pure Exultation
S is for Sweet Pea and Delicate Pleasure
T is for Tulip and full of Loves Treasures
V is for Violet, Sweet all Modesty
W is for Wallflower and Fidelity
Y is for Yew in Sadness and Sorrow
Z is for Zinnia and Thoughts of the Morrow

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Gone so Long

Some lovely Illustrations from Capn Bex, I think the colors and that waiting, wandering is just what I need from the rough and slow transition from winter to spring.
So kick off your winter shoes and give me spring.

I love you

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Regarding the subtle existence of the color Pink.

Pink is the color of universal love and is sometimes seen as lighthearted. Pink is a quiet color. Lovers of beauty favor pink. A pink carnation means "I will never forget you".

Pink is a combination of red and white. The quality of energy in pink is determined by how much red is present. White is the potential for fullness, while red helps you to achieve that potential. Pink combines these energies. Shades of deep pink, such as magenta, are effective in neutralizing disorder and violence. Some prisons use limited deep pink tones to diffuse aggressive behaviour.

Pink provides feelings of caring, tenderness, self-worth and love, acceptance.

Brighter pinks are youthful, fun and exciting while vibrant pinks have the same high energy as red. They are sensual and passionate without being too aggressive.

Toning down the passion of red with the purity of white results in the softer pinks that are associated with romance and the blush of a young woman's cheeks.

It's not surprising that when giving or receiving flowers pink blossoms are a favorite.

For women who are often overworked and overburdened, an attraction to pink may speak to a desire for the more carefree days of childhood.

Here's a final gift, right click and save this link to get the song "Pretty in Pink" by The National, originally by Psychedelic Furs

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Good Afternoon 2011

Well hello, I am proud to be the first one to give the new year the welcome into our humble blog, and don't despair, there is also a gift for you, this is a special playlist I made to welcome the year. I hope you enjoy it as well: Click here to go to download host.