tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40340662011-04-21T17:05:45.028-04:00d-talesmall snapshots of lifekirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1087961019212180742004-06-22T23:22:00.000-04:002004-12-14T21:28:58.090-05:00Hi all,
I have a new blog. I decide to move to typepad and try that out for a while. wanna keep up with me and my adventures? go here.
enjoy!!kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1082355647530198022004-04-19T00:53:00.000-04:002004-04-20T01:30:56.500-04:00"peachy lips. i got me some peachy lips. yeah, yeah honey! uhuhuhuh. uhuh!!"
that is my new song for tonight. i just ate about 15 intense peach smints and my lips sure taste super peachy. i think peach smints might become the crack of the new millennium. they are just that good. try them. you'll become hooked just like me. then your silly ass can write dorky songs at 1am.
hi everyone.
yes.
i kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1080198249662430212004-03-25T00:44:00.000-05:002004-03-25T02:12:47.450-05:00slacker=my middle name when it comes to this blog. but part of me feels it is forgivable that i neglect this little guy every once in a while. after all, i am in graduate school and school picked up speed two weeks ago. we spent the first part of the semester concepting and firming up ideas; and now, execution time is here. Time to produce everything that started as a thought a month or so ago. (kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1078726008502983752004-03-08T00:14:00.000-05:002004-03-08T01:09:49.763-05:00just finished cutting up some cheap black plastic spatulas. I am using them for the push cart that i am making for my 3-d class. i am turning them in to S&M riding crops. so far, i've made one, but it looks pretty kick ass. just need to figure out how to use this 5 minute epoxy for binding the entire thing together and i am golden.
listening to appleseed cast. the album grew on me. not as kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1078287731518874772004-03-02T23:09:00.000-05:002004-03-02T23:25:05.936-05:00okay. i am going to try and keep up with this diary thing as stuff happens. it is better that way. it will make it less like a list of what i have done in graduate school and more of what is going on in my head. basically, more personal and narrative.
so we'll start with yesterday and move on to today.
monday, march. 1: wow! it is march! can you believe it? i can't. i will be 30 in three days.kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1078286857699035222004-03-02T22:39:00.000-05:002004-03-02T23:10:32.246-05:00 thomas lent me appleseed cast tonight. listening to it for the first time. the first listen is good. i usually have to listen to something a couple of times before i can love it or decide if i even like it. right now, they seem to match how i feel. funny, i'd never heard their cd before. saw them once live in chicago. remember i liked them. but loved the opening band more. mates of state. sigh. kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1078285040715406362004-03-02T22:26:00.000-05:002004-03-02T22:40:14.936-05:00music. i seem to muse about it much in my blog. i talk about what song/albums are shaping my world whether i working through projects on paper or pixels while listening to my new favorite album or the blist/tran-quiet that passes through me as i wander the streets to my own unique soundtrack provided by my ipod. it's funny. It seems that i will discuss/disect music with mainly guys. i don't know kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1077511958531947482004-02-22T23:06:00.000-05:002004-02-22T23:55:20.590-05:00sunday night. listening to the shins first album as i eat saltine crackers. apparently, a dinner of half a tuna salad sandwich and some butternut squash isn't enough to satisfy my appetite. what i would rather have instead of crackers is some chocolate or a cupcake or a hot fudge sundae. or just a jar of marchino cherries. that would be nice. no such luck though. crackers is all i have.
on to kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1076906939507450082004-02-15T23:35:00.000-05:002004-02-15T23:51:32.543-05:00okay. i am going to try to do what i mentioned that i would do yesterday. i am going to try to blog everyday, even if my fingers fall off and i become a fat twinkie of a girl. i think this will continue for a week or two days or something, until i forget or get drunk or something.
today. sunday. feb. 15: started off the day by sleeping in. my body didn't want to get out of bed let alone move. kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1076826296857745552004-02-15T00:23:00.000-05:002004-02-15T01:27:55.043-05:00it's funny, but i can't remember things too this well this semester. last semester, i could go two weeks and still write a pretty detailed summary of my weeks. now, i can barely remember the week, let alone two weeks. i think it is because last semester we had multiple projects and this semester everything is continually being worked on leading up to one final presentation at the end of the kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1076123034496232352004-02-06T21:55:00.000-05:002004-02-06T22:06:15.873-05:00still listening to the postal service and spending too much time grinning because it is so good. i've taken to wandering around manhattan mouthing the words to myself and sing at times when no one seems to be around so if you see a bespectalled girl with a bob muttering to herself, it is probably me. don't be scared. i am really nice. promise.
just wanted to capture a moment. a verbal snapshot.kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1075878573792178532004-02-04T01:01:00.000-05:002004-02-04T02:11:51.343-05:00i just got done looking over the weblog awards site. it is pretty rockin. mainly, looked at the top american blogs (yes, i am a typical american. only concerned with my own country. actually, i am not. this nice canadian in my program, thomas, told me the other day that i am less american-centric then most americans. he said that i remind him of people at home in canada. sweet. now i can move to kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1075698421065020172004-02-01T23:41:00.000-05:002004-02-02T00:09:15.890-05:00time to play catch up on the blog. i am going to try and crank out two weeks tonight and two weeks tomorrow. tired and the pumpkin seeds that i am eating are not the best fuel for doing blogs. hot dogs and cheese would be good fuel. wish i had some. sigh. all i have is ginger snaps, pumpkin seeds and chocolate chip cookies. all supplied to me by my lovely mother. she sent me a care package. love kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1075527828030985892004-01-31T00:06:00.000-05:002004-01-31T00:45:59.746-05:00okay. i lied. i want to write more now. even though my body wants to sleep. maybe i'll just write a quick summary of the last week of last semester and then a 200 word essay about my christmas vacation. (ummm?probably longer. did much. had fun. smiled lots.)
here it goes. please bare with me. my brain doesn't remember much.
monday, dec. 8- worked on book project for warren.
tuesday, dec. 9 - kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1075525578035664922004-01-30T23:58:00.000-05:002004-01-31T00:08:30.216-05:00i am tired. my sinus hurt for some reason. lack of sleep and a dusty library maybe. who knows? this isn't going to be a long entry. i know that i have lots of catching up in the world of this blog. (still need to cover the last week of last semester and the first three weeks of this semester. eeeeekkkk!!!) anyways, just wanted to enter this lovely horoscope that i got on jan. 6th. me like.
kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1070871680798847912003-12-08T03:21:00.000-05:002003-12-08T03:22:21.780-05:00Can you get a headache from sleeping too much? Is that possible? If so, then I think I am getting one. Apparently, graduate school has made my body want to function on six hours of sleep and how it is allergic to more sleep then that. (sigh) Christmas vacation won’t be any fun unless I can snooze all the time. Hmmm…need to retrain the body.
So I have two weeks of blogging to catch up on. Think kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1069652770758728132003-11-24T00:35:00.000-05:002003-11-24T00:46:51.826-05:00things that make me smile:
Steven G. eats 4 or 5 breakfast cereals mixed together. also can't eat cerels with milk. he is the only other person besides myself that does this.
Good quotes from milton:
"It's true – there is evil in the world."
about a spoon: "I don't see it that way. I think of it to get soup into my face."
about a rabbit in one of his drawings: "that is my rabbit, mookie. he kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1069652070511422972003-11-24T00:34:00.000-05:002003-11-24T00:35:11.733-05:00Listening to a beautiful record given to me by one of the MFA illustration students. It is an album called Blue Horse by The Be Good Tanyas and it makes me happy. Beautiful quirky harmonies mixed with bluegrass country music, three women from Vancover BC make me want to have a simple country jug band. If canadians can sound this good, then I can too. Plus, maybe then I could learn how to make kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1069054492739610002003-11-17T02:34:00.000-05:002003-11-17T02:35:24.873-05:00New week. New stuff. New stress levels. Actually, I have been way more stressed in my life, but this week was hard. The hardest one so far, but I made it through and did good work. Still love what I am doing. Wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Monday: showed a more final version of my pleather book. The layout didn’t work too well, but I have next week to fix that. Warren seemed pretty cool with kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1069052008998034782003-11-17T01:20:00.000-05:002003-11-17T01:58:21.640-05:00Late. Late. Late. Again. I am writing this in damn Microsoft word. It is capitalizing everything. Sucky. I like uncapitalizing. Arggg!!! I will live it with it. Typing on the internet is too god damn slow. Feel like I am treading though molasses on the intereweb so hence the evil use of this product that feels that it must correct and subtract my e.e. cumming-ness from my writing. I know bill kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1067839820832699592003-11-03T01:08:00.000-05:002003-11-03T01:10:35.000-05:00one more thing. good sagmeister quotes:
things you need to make a good cd design, "You need bears, naked people, and severed limbs." (talking about the new talking heads best of that he just finished.)
"Sleep is for wimps."kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1067839607959525732003-11-03T00:41:00.000-05:002003-11-03T01:07:02.153-05:00late. again. at night. still. in. studio. yep.
i am still here. I just finished up my writing for my assignment tomorrow. We need to do a book that contains two or more different perspectives. I spent a couple of hours trying out different ideas, but nothing was gelling. I really wanted to do something based in real life, (ie-interviews, personal ads, emails etc.) but couldn’t find something kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1067463424286767052003-10-29T16:34:00.000-05:002003-10-29T16:37:12.483-05:00i was just reading over some of my past entries and realized i neede to clarify something: milton glaser does not wear a cowboy hat. it is a fedor, but to my uncultured eyes, it looks like a cowboy hat. sorry milton if you are reading this, though a cowboy hat would be pretty rockin. (he could be reading this. i found out that the heads of my program found this blog and have been reading it. theykirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1067412267918643062003-10-29T02:21:00.000-05:002003-10-29T02:25:56.186-05:00an old post from another blog about why i love the weakerthans so much.
from feb. 16, 2001
please enjoy.
It’s a lovely Friday night in chicago and I’m sitting around waiting for a price quote. I’m so bored. Bored. Bored. I just want to get my quote and get the hell out of here. Need to stop by bluezeus and pick up my stationary samples that I designed. Have to enter them in a design contest. kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1067321747956529732003-10-28T00:36:00.000-05:002003-10-28T01:17:33.140-05:00once again i turn to blogger when it is late. it is 12:40am to be exact. or something like that. i set my watch ahead by fifteen or twenty minutes, but i really don't have a clue which one it is. i think i like the suspence or it just keeps me from being super late to everything in my life.
another week of graduate school has rolled on by and i think back and wonder what did i do this week. i kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1066623537888219202003-10-19T23:46:00.000-04:002003-10-20T00:21:42.233-04:00it is almost midnight here on the east coast. i am listening to rainer maria's new disk and happily digging what i hear. saw them a couple of weeks ago and never really knew what they were about. listened to a couple of their earlier disks this week, but not so happy with them as i am with this one.
school has been crazy. last week and this past week were pretty intense, but i still dig it. kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1066621599427905702003-10-19T23:45:00.000-04:002003-10-19T23:46:38.946-04:00here is a bit of writting that i did for my book class. i am happy with this. thought i would post it.
I miss the huge old cemetery near my apartment in Chicago. I found it one day last summer while exploring my neighborhood and continued to visit it regularly until I left. Hundreds of graves from the past two centuries crowd into 2 miles of grassy knolls and oak-lined gravel roads. I spent kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1065298543140820472003-10-04T16:05:00.000-04:002003-10-04T16:15:43.070-04:00small details of life that made me smile.
stefan sagmeister like bears and dislikes roy lichenstein.
milton glaser tried to smoke when he was younger, but he kept getting sick.
it rained last tuesday and steven guarnaccia was telling us that his socks had been wet all day. five minutes after this story, steven heller pops his head into the class and tell guarnaccia that he bought him some drykirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1065297869204127792003-10-04T15:05:00.000-04:002003-10-04T16:04:29.296-04:00It can’t believe it is already October. This last month has gone by so fast. I guess that is what happens when you are doing something that you love. Photographers, designers and people who love their jobs have told me about weeks 14 hours days with such glee and bliss that I thought they were delusional. I always thought I could not be one of those people. I thought I wasn’t built that way. Now kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1064202578935131212003-09-21T23:14:00.000-04:002003-09-21T23:49:38.590-04:00it is sunday night and i have been at the studio since 2:30 this afternoon. I've been working on completing my menu for milton glaser's class. we have to create the entrees and then design a menu for the restaurant that we started to concept last week. my restaurant is one that my friends will hopefully start up in milwaukee so they have given me their menu. I jazzed up some of the writting, kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1063295892490534692003-09-11T11:02:00.000-04:002003-09-11T11:58:12.320-04:00i have completed my first round of classes. i have been able to see what each teacher is like and have been assigned a full week of work.
once again, these past couple of days have been amazing. i find myself at night being totally exhausted, but not able to fall asleep cuz i am so excited about what i have learned and trying to figure out what i will do for my projects. i lay in bed awake for kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1062775692335904502003-09-05T11:28:00.000-04:002003-09-05T11:30:53.946-04:00i have started down the long road of graduate school. i have had my two first classes with two huge greats in the graphic design field. My first class was with milton glaser on wednesday. he is a legendary designer and educator. (he designed the i love NY logo.) the class was stressful, but amazing. he makes you think and defend your work and your actions. philosopy, options and knowledge based kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-1061847402230033762003-08-25T17:36:00.000-04:002003-08-25T17:36:42.243-04:00i am in NYC city now. i have traded a slightly smaller city for a larger one, but i don't think NY can take the place chicago has in my heart. i am and always be a chicago girl no matter where i live or what i do during my lifetime.
highlights of the move and journey to NYC:
driving the entire way with john. john was the best co-pilot i could ask for. he put up with my moodiness and spazz kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-921132362003-04-06T19:50:00.000-04:002003-04-06T19:54:00.000-04:00i am at the radio show right now. hanging out with mr. chuck wren and listening to ska. yea!! my usual sunday evening tradition. a tradition that will soon change due to the fact that i am moving to NY in less than four months. That is right my faithful followers, i am moving to the big old smelly city of New York. i am gotten excepted in to the MFA in Design program at the School of Visual Arts kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-904371012003-03-09T23:36:00.000-05:002003-03-09T23:36:18.123-05:00another day done. quick little writting exercise before i go off to take a bath and slumber away the night.
just finished my self assesment essay for columbia college. it's crazy, but i kinda liked writting it. i thought it would be hard and evil and at certain parts in the evening it was, but not as mind-wrenchingly annoying as writing usually is for me. maybe i am just getting better at kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-902208692003-03-06T00:20:00.000-05:002003-03-06T00:20:13.140-05:00i am tired, but i am always tired. tirednes = my usual state of being. or hunger.
i've been reading over some of my past blogs. some are good and others are a bit too dramatic for my taste. i can't believe some of the silliness that i write. it still baffles me that medill decided to give me a degree. i never learned how to spell properly before, during or after my four years at northwestern andkirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-901591252003-03-05T00:25:00.000-05:002003-03-05T00:25:33.500-05:00things of note:
the detroit cobras
www.detroit-cobras.com/
i saw them play at double door on friday night. they fucking rocked!!! the music has a rock-a-billy/older 50s sound to it. nice soulful deep throated female singer that grabs you and makes you scream for more. the lead singer is an amazing strong female front person. sexy and tough and everything a woman should be. all the boys and the kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-901587462003-03-05T00:16:00.000-05:002003-03-05T00:21:11.000-05:00i am another year older today. i have hit 29. i am almost 30. that sounds so old, yet i feel so young. I really don't feel much older than 24 or 25 and most people who don't know me so well would swear i was only that old. (closer friends who remember my 24 and 25 birthday are oh, so much wiser. or just better informed.) I rejoice in the knowledge that i have much more to live, experience, kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-890744892003-02-14T00:07:00.000-05:002003-02-25T23:11:06.000-05:00ahhh…to be back to blogging. good stuff. this will be a short post. just dipping my feet into the well to get them wet before i have to go to bed and sleep away this evil cold that has permeated my body and mind. much has happend in the last month since i have blogged. i have applied to two graduate schools. i had a lovely welsch boy sleep on my couch for a week and a half. he was nice, but it kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-872945862003-01-12T01:16:00.000-05:002003-01-12T01:18:43.000-05:00i digest life. i put it my mouth, push it around, chew it a couple times and swallow. or at least, that is what i feel sometimes. But the instrument for the dissection of life isn't my mouth, I devour the world with my eyes. Small fragments of life swirl in front of my pupils as my brain etches the images into the filofax of my mind. An old man on the bus. A cemetery on a pale winter afternoon. kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-867125182002-12-30T16:36:00.000-05:002002-12-30T16:36:50.330-05:00feeling a bit funky today. it is a combination of getting too much sleep, no exercise, the grey, grey weather and PMS. All these fun items combined together create a cranky, diffident me that doesn't really want to do much of anything but watch andromeda on channel 9. The messy me will pass though in a couple of days and i'll be back to running around not giving kevin sorbo another thought. (kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-867110522002-12-30T15:57:00.000-05:002002-12-30T15:57:36.190-05:00a note to myself a week or so ago about a guy on the el.
why do boys have to take up so much space on the el? the past two days on the train i have gotten seats next to men who sit with their legs spread open. there knees wedge into my space make me feel trapped.
what they might be doing:
-air outing their balls.
-subliminal male dominaion in terms of taking up the most space.
-would they kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-864664562002-12-24T00:17:00.000-05:002002-12-24T00:17:31.000-05:00a thing of worth:
www.chris-mills.com
chris has put out his best album yet. i liked his other stuff, but i felt that something was being held back or quite hadn't jelled yet. chris has finally come together and put out a beautiful complete album. i saw him live a couple weeks ago and it was one of the best shows that i've been to this year. I loved it. I spent the entire night grinning to myself kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-864662932002-12-24T00:12:00.000-05:002002-12-24T00:12:15.680-05:00One hour before christmas eve and i sit submerged in the tub listening to six songs by a singer/songwriter from Omaha. The beautiful soulful music fills the bathroom bouncing off the tiles and chasing notes around my head. His melodies mirror the opalescent warm hazy candle light. I feel light, warm and happy. My head is clear and i weigh the merits of the album. It's good. Not too polished, but kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-863338462002-12-20T15:59:00.000-05:002002-12-20T18:03:11.000-05:00a collection of thoughts written through out the day.
I am tired. Tired. Tired. Tired. That is what I get for starting off my morning with 1.5 bloody marys. Note to self: be sure to eat something when you start drinking at 9am. After 28 years, a degree from prestigious university and touring with various punk/ska bands, you think I might be able to figure out that food comes before alcohol. No kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-863215042002-12-20T10:48:00.000-05:002002-12-20T10:54:26.000-05:00lunch of a cup of carrots and white cheddar mac and cheese from trader joes. in six minutes i get to run and get a massage. ahhhhhhhh!!!!
things of worth:
www.saundersjonathan.com
a kick ass website by a photographer who went to school with my friend lisa. she and i spent a good hour exploring the site last night and i still haven't gotten all the way through it. his portraits are beautiful, kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-863207542002-12-20T10:31:00.000-05:002002-12-20T18:04:06.000-05:00an old blog off of another blog site. it needs to be published and experience the light of day. i like it. the thing though about looking at old writting is how much things change and stay the same. since this blog, jef and i have dated, i fell in love (i don't know if he ever did), broke up and moved on. jason is still living in atlanta and as far as i know he is being his jason self. i never kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-862559152002-12-19T00:12:00.000-05:002002-12-19T00:14:40.000-05:00my third post to blogger today. mr. joe would be proud. now, those of you out there that can count are now scratching their heads saying," this girl has gone crazy!! there is only two posts up counting this one." well you are right and i am right. the lovely little blog gremlins got hungry around 5:30pm today and ate my last entry which never was published. the literary greatness of that blog haskirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034066.post-862052902002-12-18T00:40:00.000-05:002002-12-18T00:40:14.290-05:00it's fucked. december in chicago does not equal rain. it equals snow, sleat, zero degree tempatures and weather men telling exaggerating tales about the wind chill. It equals lake effect snow, chairs saving parking spaces and children wrapped like cocoons. But rain? Thunder? (i sense el nino's mark on this. bastard.) Have we been castrated, falling from a fearsome weather city to "pleasant kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13244141739940934755noreply@blogger.com0