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30 Days of Truth – Day 5

November 21, 2010

Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.

I’m bypassing the emo, introspective post today and going with a simple bucket list.

  • Go to Mardi Gras
  • Do a polar bear club swim
  • Find a career that gives me a sense of fulfillment
  • Become a mother to happy, healthy, well socialized children
  • Have the strength and endurance to participate in physical activities
  • Age as well as my mother
  • Go whale-watching
  • Find my passion in life
  • Become a better communicator
  • Find patience for people over the age of four
  • Visit all 50 states
  • Have a home in another country (at least temporarily)
  • Learn at least two more languages
  • Own a ’69 GTO Judge
  • See Victoria Falls
  • Visit Petra tou Romiou in Cyprus
  • See Klimt’s “The Kiss”
  • Drink a beer with a celebrity
  • Have enough money in my retirement to enjoy my retirement

I’m sure this list doesn’t cover everything, but it includes some trivial things as well as some important things and since life is a combination of those two, it looks like a good place to start.

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30 Days of Truth – Day 1

November 17, 2010

Thirty days of supposedly thought-provoking, self -reflective blog posts. Now, as you can see by the number of posts here, my blog is wildly active and I can hardly restrain myself from posting several times a day. Yeah. Right. So in light of my propensity for procrastination and the upcoming holiday season , I am going to amend the meme to reflect the truth of ME and rename it to 30 Truths Stretched Out Over an Undetermined Amount of Time. Yes, I think that has a nice ring to it.

And on with the show.

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.

I imagine this might be a difficult one for happy, well adjusted people, but luckily for us, I am neither of those things! I suppose we could take the route of examining what I don’t hate about myself, but… That’s Day 2, sillies, let’s not be too anxious. I’m going to assume that the meme maker wasn’t speaking of physical “somethings” when they created this item on the list, or we could go with the usuals of extra weight here, grey hair there, an ever deeper and more prominent wrinkle right there (yes, botox is in my future, I don’t care what anyone says), etc., etc. And honestly, that would be a little… banal for my taste anyway. Ah yes, the procrastination and avoidance has gone on quite nicely for the last couple of sentences, hasn’t it? Okay, okay, let’s get down to business.

The thing that I hate the most about myself would have to be… See, now, here I am again, trying to decide what to say. And it really isn’t procrastination or avoidance, and it certainly isn’t a lack of things to hate, but… I guess it’s not such an easy question for even the most embittered souls out there. Sorry, happy people, I was unjustifiably harassing you again. There’s this thing that those happy people have that I haven’t figured out yet. They’re full of… something (no, not THAT) that I am missing and can certainly feel as a void in my life. They have passion. (And you have to have the correct image in your head when you read that word, btw, or we can’t continue. It’s the balling of the hands into fists and the slight lowering of the voice and the flexing of all the muscles in your body. Go ahead, try it, you know you want to. Okay, good? Good.) There’s a drive and an oomph and a passion that I’m lacking. I am the dark side of inertia and I hate it. No one thinks of inertia this way because everybody remembers the ball or the matchbox car demonstration. Away it rolls until gravity finally slows it or something changes its path. And that’s how I see people- happily rolling away, dealing with their daily life. But you have to remember that inertia is the resistance to a change the state of motion or rest. I am at rest. Perpetually. I don’t have the oomph. I don’t have the passion. I don’t have what’s needed to give me that first little push down the hill. Unless, of course, it’s a deadline or timeline or something of an externally imposed nature, but I’m not going to count panic or late fees as my passion. Now, maybe there is no such thing as the passion or oomph I’m talking about and I’m making excuses and just need to give myself a swift kick. And in that case, I hate my apathy. Flip sides of the same coin, I suppose. I can’t hate something I don’t have, right? Fine, I hate my apathy. It keeps me comfy and cozy and not caring and not wanting. Yes, I’m working on it. No, it’s not progressing very rapidly. But I’m trying, and maybe this little blogger challenge was just whatI needed to get that ball rolling.

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52 Weeks of Color – Blue

November 14, 2010

Blue. My shoulders sagged when I saw what Luna’s Color Challenge was this week. I have a strange confession to make. I hate the color blue. HATE it. Which is an odd thing to say because I think clear blue skies are beautiful, I think the deep blue ocean is gorgeous, I think the wild blue chicory growing by the side of the road is lovely. But when it comes to clothes, blue is the last color I would wear. Ever. So, it’s even more interesting that, despite the DEEP digging I had to do in my inventory to come up with the couple of blue pieces I did find, I really enjoyed putting together these photos.
I’ll go ahead and give you a two-for-one on the confessions while I’m at it. I know very few people read my blog, that plenty of the hits are Envi (Hi honey, thanks for reading! *mwah*) and that I have no one’s expectations to live up to but my own, but… (And that’s a big “but.”) But I have… performance anxiety? Blog anxiety? I feel this pressure to turn out something decent so I won’t be TOO embarrassed to share with all of the fabulous SL bloggers and photographers I have on my Plurk TL. Now, I don’t have the endurance or the desire to regularly update and I can’t spend any more lindens than I do without going broke as it is, so I can’t quite keep up with all the fashion hoopla, but I was able to teach myself a wee bit of photo editing. Basically, I’m addicted to GIMP now. I want to edit everything. I’m checking out other people’s Flickr pages and trying to recreate effects and emotions that I see and I’m coming up with a bit of a style of my own. I’m getting better, but I’m still not… satisfied? enthusiastic? proud? of many of my photos. And… that whole ramble boils down to two things: I have very little confidence in my skillz and I over-edit as compensation for having no real knowledge of graphical/illustrative/creative whatnot.
I fully intended to work on these some more, making the background go with the blue theme a bit more, but… I kinda love them as they are. So. Here you have it. My unedited, straight from SL, blue blog photos. Enjoy.


Credits:
Hair | *TSM* – Shroom (LE Dark Shines Blue)
Shirt | fri.day – Longsleeve Boatneck.Tee (White)
Bottoms – KHUSH – GeGe (Blue)
Arm Warmers | [Plastik] – Leo Warmer (Psyche)
Necklace | Tea Lane – Bouvier Orange Pearl Necklace
Heels | Tea Lane – Eve Bouvier Orange Heels
Pose, Photo 1 | Exposeur – High Fashion 10
Pose, Photo 2 | Exposeur – High Fashion 4

Windlight Preset | [TOR] SCIFI – Shilarto

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52 Weeks of Color – Grey

November 8, 2010

So, I’m going to try participating in Luna Jubilee’s 52 Weeks of Color Challenge. I would love to do a 365, but I really can’t be arsed to post every day, so I’m hoping that every week is more to my speed.
I’m kinda cheating this week, because I just got home from vacation and am still feeling terribly jet lagged. But I HAD to get a quick SL and GIMP fix, so I took this snap while I was fiddling with shadows (which worked onscreen, but not in the picture, btw, weird). It’s not a great representation of grey or the challenge, but I wanted to get started on the challenge before I got swamped in the return-from-vacay-crash-that-makes-you-want-to-never-leave-the-house-again feeling. So, without further ado, I present to you, GREY:

Credits:
Hair | Magika – Rebecca (B&W: Grey)
Tattoo | .:Acid & Mala Creations:. – Boho Tattoo (Colorable Grey) for Project Themeory
Shoes | Maitreya Gold – Esprit (Black)
Skin | LAQ – Aline Glow 06 (Milky)
Eyes | Poetic Eyes (Lava Dust)
Makeup | Djinn & Tonic (Sweetly)
Shape and Pose | Me

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BBBC4 – What’s my age again?

June 16, 2010

Age.  What an interesting construct.  Granted, you can’t argue with biology, but age is such a fluid thing.  Everyone can picture the spry 90 year old woman who embraces life, beaming at everyone that touches her life, infusing every situation with joy and enthusiasm.  Just as easy to conjure up is the curmudgeon, appearing 20 years older than his chronological age as he scowls at the world, finding only the negative in any given situation.

I know these two characters very well; I was raised by them.  My mother has always had an infectious optimism, even when faced with life threatening illness.  The opposite end of the spectrum housed my father and his failing physical health that was constantly exacerbated by depression and pessimism.  My sister (the poet) recently summed up his mental and physical decline with the haunting observation that “He’s been dying since we were twelve years old.”

Wow, that’s not quite where I planned on going with this post, but it’s always something that pops into my head when age is discussed.  So, with those two contrasting images in my head, I try to remind myself to stay youthful, to stay positive.  My mom has always been the type to embrace her age and stand proud regardless of the stigma attached to each passing decade.  I tend to be the same way, knowing that age is a number and doesn’t have any more control than you choose to give it.  I’ll admit, I flinched when I saw 30 on the horizon, but it didn’t sting nearly as much as I thought it would.  It’s interesting to look at that milestone age and think about where I assumed I’d be at this age.  As a young girl, I fully expected to have at 2.5 kids by now.  That idyllic, picket fence vision faded as I grew older and those 2.5 kids keep getting pushed further and further into the future, until they’re barely a twinkle within the twinkle in my eye.  I used to have such expectations that linked life events to age– go to college until 21, get engaged by 22, married by 23, babies by 25– and I’m slowly shaking off those preconceived age-life links.  Now I find myself having to defend my decisions in the face of other’s expectations about age and milestones.  Luckily, I have a very supportive family and am able to confidently make choices, knowing they will be there for me to lean on when I need it.

And yes, I’ll tell you:  I’m 31, I’ve been married almost 5 years and we’ve been together for over 12.  I don’t have kids, don’t want kids right now, but don’t make any assumptions about what I’ll want in the future, so it’s always on the table.  I do occasionally hear the tic-tok of the biological clock and always set the snooze to go off again in a couple of years.

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Mobile Blogging

June 16, 2010

Just giving this a shot from my HTC Hero since I’ll have to finish the BBBC from Prague!!! (woot)

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Header

June 9, 2010

Holy crap, I actually did it. Custom header. Yay me!!