tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56163682011-04-21T19:23:53.940-06:00Water Flowing UndergroundMostly a story about a boy and his dog.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.comBlogger4651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-26118877194257690092008-03-12T17:22:00.001-06:002008-03-12T17:23:28.939-06:00Found on Reddit: Flickr images as they are uploaded around the world.http://flickrvision.com/justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-66483970863983925432008-02-02T22:00:00.000-07:002008-02-02T22:01:52.261-07:00I made it to vocab level 47 on freerice.com. Beat me.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-64889155286170543562008-01-03T09:43:00.001-07:002008-01-03T09:43:13.420-07:00justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-77715155524159589432007-12-29T20:43:00.000-07:002007-12-29T21:05:24.880-07:00I'm sorry to keep posting stuff I find on reddit or whatever, but I just can't resist this one. I guess partly because of record envy. I'm trying to start buying records again, but it's...difficult. Partly because I'm more like a grown up now, so I'm not that interested in old scratched copies of Aerosmith albums, but paying $10 for Pink Floyd still hurts, even if it's in nearly new condition andjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-78933475422169843782007-12-13T17:38:00.000-07:002007-12-13T17:40:08.927-07:00Too useful not to post, this comes from my mom: gethuman.com. For when you are stuck in a maze of twisty phone menu passages, all alike.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-89081715711471149572007-12-13T17:13:00.001-07:002007-12-13T17:17:40.059-07:00The images from Bad Astronomy bring tears to the eyes of a geek like me. Really. It's just that, no matter how fucked up this world is, or can be, or is becoming or whatever, the universe is still beautiful beyond description. And we're a part of this thing, and we can see it and experience it. And there are mysteries within mysteries. Here on earth as it is in heaven.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-14273225719856774632007-12-11T17:23:00.001-07:002007-12-11T17:23:39.146-07:00justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-34891892238263322702007-12-07T08:55:00.000-07:002007-12-07T08:56:48.799-07:00justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-80612052779159735832007-12-03T09:07:00.000-07:002007-12-03T09:10:07.315-07:00I was gonna post this actual pic, but I think it's better if I just link to it. Totally SFW, but it repeats, and I'm too lazy to change it. Anyways, take a look at TUNNELBABY.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-22823672284345409472007-11-21T09:42:00.000-07:002007-11-21T09:47:59.277-07:00Some useful sites I've found recently:this oneand this onealso this oneI love this oneactually usefuljustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-44380768710810989522007-11-03T20:45:00.000-06:002007-11-03T20:46:06.039-06:00A random list of objects which have changed my life that are not obvious like "cell phone" or "car":1. table2. metal water bottle3. "art director's toolkit"4. dutch ovenA short list of small yet useful objects1. three-prong adapter2. headlamp3. wine opener4. wood spatulajustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-80260639950936428952007-10-28T23:59:00.001-06:002007-10-29T00:13:38.605-06:00Man, I hasn't posted here in a while. Too dang late at night now. I'll just say some random shit: Erin and I have joined the metaverse on facebook. I'm not proud, and it's kinda like being that old guy at the rave, but it does have some neat scrabble functionality, and I've already seen some of my friends from distant (and not-so-distant) places on there. So, OK. There's something kinda pathetic justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-43247289725652624342007-10-07T11:21:00.000-06:002007-10-07T11:22:19.776-06:00I think these potatoes are pretty close, so I'll blog 'em. The whole breakfast-potato idea for me is to create something without a recipe, and to make it as good as I can. Then I can maybe say I know something about an ingredient. Of course, it doesn't really work that way. For one thing I still don't know hardly anything even about the humble potato which is about the only ingredient in this justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-10094139039663635442007-10-04T21:56:00.000-06:002007-10-04T22:03:40.650-06:00OK folks. When you beat Halo 3, be sure to watch through all the credits. Pretty good game, but I couldn't help feeling a distinct sense of deja vu. Like I had played the same game twice before, with the same challenges... Really H3 is more like Halo Alpha. All cranked up, but pretty much the same as before. I mean, I kept reading about all the R&D going into this game, the studies and the justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-44950781807724577532007-10-02T21:43:00.000-06:002007-10-02T22:05:33.387-06:00Hello and greetings from the new digs (right above the house with the yellow car)! We'll post more photos soon, once we find out which box the camera is in. Many thanks to Jason, Jim, Mary and Gordon, who all broke their backs on our boxes of books, and negative thanks to Phil, who ditched helping me to go see the Ducks lose. Suck it, Phil! Phil doesn't read this blog, so it's okay if I say justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-84422747057681818112007-09-23T09:11:00.000-06:002007-09-23T09:29:18.933-06:00In the movie Stardust, which Erin, Jason and I went to see yesterday, Claire Danes says about love that it can be "strangely easy to confuse with loathing," and there's something about this line that really encapsulates this movie.Yesterday, I was quick to point out the film's faults to my wife and friend—and there's enough there for conversation–but now I find that I just can't get it out of my justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-75275801630638970532007-09-22T13:34:00.000-06:002007-09-23T09:37:03.838-06:00I finally found a recipe for pizzocheri. I'm super-excited to try it...but I wonder what Erin will think. I also have to find the dang pasta.Made some good scrambled eggs this morning. Cooked with a bit of cream over a double-boiler. Perfect! Also working on my breakfast potatoes. So far: boil some red potatoes (start when water is cold), dice into 1/2-inch cubes, rinse and dry, cook in a bit of justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-40437988746411943422007-09-22T01:05:00.000-06:002007-09-22T01:16:24.921-06:00If God's willing and the creeks don't rise, Erin and I will be homeowners on Monday.!justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-23007068344759470072007-09-11T09:15:00.000-06:002007-09-11T09:23:16.051-06:00I hope Mary's not too upset since I gave her this idea to blog last night. But she hasn't blogged it yet, so fair warning I say. And when it's an idea like this one that's going to make me millions...well, I just have to strike while the iron's hot. So my big idea that's gonna make me a millionaire? I'll tell you friends:A dog food supplement that makes your dog shit in different colors.That's justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-30880731893574424352007-09-09T11:02:00.000-06:002007-09-09T11:43:34.300-06:00Did you hear about the Jessica Lynch thing? It seems like the lies of this government are getting more and more surreal. I'm starting to think that somehow Dr. Strangeglove is a documentary that was shot in the past about the present. I think the story really encapsulates the entire effort in Iraq. It's all been a sham, poorly planned and poorly acted. Now that we're in deep shit, this seems justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-85227066871877577132007-09-07T23:31:00.001-06:002007-09-07T23:44:32.740-06:00Here's the results from a recent MSNBC news poll.:OK. Maybe not so recent. The poll was put up in May and hasn't been taken down yet. It could also be that having Digg and Reddit link to the poll may have jogged the numbers... a while ago the spice girls held a contest to let their "fans" choose which city they would open their concert in. It got posted on Reddit as "Vote to make the Spice girls justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-90920322969424074562007-09-03T10:24:00.001-06:002007-09-03T10:24:26.203-06:00It was a big day yesterday for the large Le Creusset French oven Erin and I received for our wedding. I put it through the paces making, or trying to make, French onion soup. Old School. Three pounds of onion. Three hours of sauté. One pot. I've got to say I was pretty well pleased both with the oven and, if I may be allowed to pat my own back, the soup. There's really something magical about thejustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-43958002817544766262007-08-30T22:46:00.000-06:002007-08-30T22:57:28.733-06:00So, it turns out that buying a house is really hard. Who knew? Found someplace, after weeks of looking and looking at houses with refrigerators in the kitchen and beautiful houses too close to freeways. Made an offer and accepted a counter offer and now...a crack in the foundation. There's so much wrapped up in this. It gets too complicated to think about.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-27400178991702089782007-08-26T14:04:00.000-06:002007-08-26T14:06:01.179-06:00Notes on pasta rustica:So, this is a dish I think I remember Alberto making at LaVecchia, but I never got the recipe, so I was left with just the flavor. I've tried to reverse engineer the dish from my memory, and after about 50 iterations I think I'm pretty close, or maybe not. At least I think it tastes okay.Bacon or pancetta, about 2 slices per personshallot, chopped finegarlic, chopped justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-11571349323083805852007-08-12T20:01:00.000-06:002007-08-12T20:06:28.901-06:00OK, I'm forwarding a direct pick up from one of the aggregators I subscribe to, which I promised myself I wouldn't do...it's kinda like blog spam, right? And this particular forward you've probably seen. But here it is anyway, from the Preaching to the Choir Dep't: Cheney on the Possibility of Occupying Iraq, 1994.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-76381544172864119732007-08-11T15:56:00.000-06:002007-08-11T15:59:25.086-06:00This is some kids' brains on drugs...er, television. Totally different thing. From the director of Koyaanisqatsi.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1698898449203995622007-08-08T10:34:00.000-06:002007-08-08T11:20:11.651-06:00Last night, I asked Erin if she wanted to get up and run with me in the morning. "No," she replied, "I've got to catch up on my sleep. I've been waking up at odd hours lately." "Why's that?" I asked, to which she replied, "The alarm goes off."She's like a random koan generator.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-78518732951983066362007-08-06T23:10:00.000-06:002007-08-06T23:22:27.771-06:00Man, I made...excuse me, I don't mean to boast...but I made the best damn pork chops I've ever made tonight. And maybe, dare I say it? The best I've ever et. I wish I knew how the hell I did it. Thick chops, bone in, is part of it. Good meat. Brining is the second part. Spice rub and a good sauce I got from Cook's Illustrated. Still. The magic pork fairy must've dusted these beauties, 'cause theyjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-67902899265686872082007-08-05T09:50:00.001-06:002007-08-05T10:04:14.702-06:00I had a dream last night that I can't remember, except that it involved me drinking Lowenbrau beer from a can with a pull tab. Awesome.The weather looks great today, overcast and flirting with rain, but you know it's not gonna. There's a hint of salt water on the air, too. I love it when I can smell a bit of the ocean here. I think it all reminds me of when I was a kid in NY.I despair (already?) justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-65316984601016974062007-08-03T08:39:00.000-06:002007-08-03T08:47:09.160-06:00I just read that the guitarist for Queen, Brian May, has handed in his astronomy PHD thesis. That tickles me for some reason.So, this is my second week of trying to run five days a week, with the eventual goal of running in the Portland (half) marathon. I don't remember it being this difficult. Is it possible I'm getting older? I know it sounds crazy... Of course, I'm also going from no running justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-50513228082745247532007-08-01T10:38:00.000-06:002007-08-01T10:39:34.700-06:00I just read that the first criminal charges are being pressed against the members of the Khmer Rouge. The first charges are being pressed now, 30 years after a genocide that wiped out 1.7 million people. Schoolteachers, bankers, lawyers, anyone with an education. I was remembering visiting the killing fields and Tol Sleung and the piles of skulls and the prison cells. Looking down at the red clayjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-66427553863279171792007-08-01T00:17:00.000-06:002007-08-01T00:31:32.638-06:00So, I got taken in by a con man yesterday. Walking to my car at the Arbor Lodge New Seasons, I was approached by a man in his mid forties who told me that he was from Welches (near Mt. Hood), and that his car had been stolen. The police wouldn’t come to his aid, and he needed to get home. He could take the bus to Sandy, but he needed to take a cab from there, and that would cost twenty five bucksjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-91376264248248953602007-07-30T09:23:00.000-06:002007-07-30T09:39:45.846-06:00Just for the record, I'm an INTJ.And while I'm playing aggregator, here's my current Creepiest Thing on the Internets.That's it for now. I gotta get to work, but I swear I'll post later today with something real.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-22505695135796300622007-07-06T17:22:00.000-06:002007-07-06T17:23:09.123-06:00Heil Kitler!justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-17718247434084190942007-07-06T08:46:00.000-06:002007-07-06T09:08:25.644-06:00If you can believe in good food. If you can believe in love. If you can believe in miracles. If you can believe that a rat can cook...Ratatouille. Pretty good, huh? I should write these for a living. Seriously, though. I came out of this movie and started googling chef schools. It's that good. A great story, not just expected starchy stuffing to support a thin fillet of animation and effects. justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-16422289833788813972007-07-05T09:38:00.001-06:002007-07-05T09:54:26.536-06:00It's so awesome that we celebrate our nation's violent birth by blowing shit up until three in the morning. I know this is a trite, expected complaint, but when you've been up all night with a highly narcotized yet still terrified dog you begin to feel a little less enthusiastic about explosions in the sky. Not the band. The fireworks.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-67641442617944355342007-07-03T08:44:00.000-06:002007-07-03T08:54:55.239-06:00Gave Kino the herbal remedy last night, and then cranked up the tunes for her. I should have played some "Axis: Bold as Love" for her, because it has that crazy swirling sound, man, but I wanted to keep her trip pretty mellow, so stuck mostly with the Cocteau Twins.She did okay with this stuff, which is mostly tryptophan, but getting her to eat a pill took most of the evening and involved my handjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-33260474797414856162007-07-01T23:21:00.000-06:002007-07-02T00:24:26.255-06:00OK. I think the wedding mix tape is done (if anyone from the RIAA is listening, it's only for members of my (extended) family). I'd like to get this out to friends and such before the wedding so people could listen to it on our wedding day, if they can't be there in person.I'm writing this, by the way, from inside a darkened closet. I've been in here for about an hour. It's getting a bit stuffy. justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-4785980195489115752007-06-28T09:25:00.000-06:002007-06-28T09:34:47.606-06:00Hm. Rifts game didn't go off as planned on Tuesday. Oh well. Ended up watching some Clone Wars cartoons instead. Which are okay, don't get me wrong. I was just looking forward to putting some PCs through a bad time. I'll just make the next time worse for them. heh heh.I think there are a couple things that will kill any party or gathering. And number one is any kind of visual media, unless the justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-19188972165365725672007-06-27T09:35:00.000-06:002007-06-27T09:41:47.360-06:00Getting closer to the wedding. Yipes! What worries me most, I think, is that I don't even know what I should be worried about. I'm that far out of the loop. I'll just concentrate on getting my ULTIMATE WEDDING MIX TAPE done. Any suggestions are appreciated!Is anyone else out there still addicted to LOLCATS? Or has that virus already mutated or moved on. Addiction can be so lonely. Read three justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-82765032395685300882007-06-19T23:38:00.000-06:002007-06-19T23:46:24.673-06:00Hey, sorry I haven't been posting in here a lot. I've been putting more time into my work blog...but only I can see that. It's private. The wedding date is rushing towards us. I may start to freak out soon. After many years of living in this body I've learned a thing or two about how I handle big days like this, and I can feel the undertow of importance beginning to pull at me from under the justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-78534627532071422222007-05-30T00:40:00.001-06:002007-05-30T00:40:29.244-06:00Studying color theory reminds me that the answers to even basic questions depend on which theory is being used to give the answer, and that in some cases these theories may not be mutually exclusive. So, asking the question "Are black and white colors?" Will generate two possible sets of answers, depending on whether one is talking about additive color or subtractive, but both sets of answers, justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-80249125357294250992007-05-06T14:21:00.000-06:002007-05-06T14:28:05.523-06:00So, I'm completely freaking out for Guitar Hero 2. All that crap I wrote about the 360? Yeah, OK. But this game ROCKS. My hands are shaking right now because I just finished kicking ass on a Rage Against the Machine song. The 5.1 sound helps too. Especially when I turn it to 11. And it's so much easier than learning to actually play a real instrument!God, I'm such a nerd.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-78349536724449065992007-05-04T18:00:00.000-06:002007-05-04T18:06:21.502-06:00I'm crazy for Camille. Her album Le Fil (the string) is really awesome and adventurous, literally held together by a musical thread, a tiny tone. Almost completely a capella (but better than Medulla) it succeeds at being simultaneously pop and avant garde. Here's a live performance:justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-28208928968120373722007-04-30T08:50:00.000-06:002007-04-30T09:07:53.807-06:00Went to go see Helvetica last night. It was, predictably, super-awesome. To hear people speak, sometimes passionately, about type and about design was great, and it really helped me feel like what I do is worthwhile. I enjoyed being reminded of the traditions and history and the problems, and to have those things treated seriously. It seems like most books about design (I have to compare the filmjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-27381269075786257082007-04-26T23:14:00.000-06:002007-04-26T23:17:26.444-06:00There’s a little orange sponge in the shower. Sometimes I use it, sometimes I don’t. I don’t know why, except maybe to be different. I don’t know why that’s different, but somehow the association has been made in my mind that using the sponge is efficient (it’s what I normally use) and not using it is different. This morning I went to use the sponge, but I stopped halfway, thinking “no, I want tojustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-50816405354431174792007-04-25T08:50:00.000-06:002007-04-25T08:58:10.813-06:00Erin, Mary, her friend and I went to go see my first nerdcore show last Friday. It was pretty awesome. For one thing, I've never been to a show where the performer rolled a 20-sider to see what songs would be played next. He gave the audience a character and we had a little adventure which decided whether he, MC Frontalot, would play either Likely to be Eaten by a Grue (my favorite) or Goth Girlsjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-79921983733088308302007-04-12T09:39:00.000-06:002007-04-12T09:51:30.374-06:00so it goes.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-81124422306002173162007-04-09T19:10:00.001-06:002007-04-09T19:10:51.196-06:00Do you know what would totally rule? A mashup between pacman and google maps.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-62460536388857138842007-04-07T21:41:00.000-06:002007-04-07T21:54:56.568-06:00Finished Black Hole by Charles Burns. Terrific book with great illustration work. It’s like Clowes on acid. The book was weird and wonderful, having a good deal of that special kind of sadness that graphic novels seem to have cultivated into some other, more refined emotion entirely. A loneliness which might be depicted in such a book as an empty beach on a rainy day. There is an attraction here.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-20912585825427361652007-04-06T11:44:00.000-06:002007-04-06T11:49:26.574-06:00This may change your mind about graffiti and public space.From the same site (Graffiti Research Lab): Laser Tag.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-58317395591928659022007-04-05T08:48:00.000-06:002007-04-05T08:50:11.427-06:00Dear Microsoft,My story begins with a red ring of light.On Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007, I came home from work looking forward to playing some Oblivion on my xbox 360. But attempting to turn on the machine only produced a weak groaning sound and the now notorious red ring of death. I was confused by this. The previous evening the machine worked fine, and I’d never experienced the overheating problemsjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-42654092849326324312007-03-29T08:40:00.000-06:002007-03-29T08:50:04.742-06:00I had a little "I love Portland" moment yesterday as I was driving down Wall street. I saw an old Galaxy or Thunderbird, you know, one of those 60's cars that look like a huge chocolate bar. This car turned onto Wall ahead of me, nicely restored, sleek and mean looking, but in the back window ledge thing were these fluffy stuffed animals. I think a deer and a puppy or something. Like grandma has,justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-54441441207779426482007-03-27T14:57:00.000-06:002007-03-27T14:58:51.081-06:00New Arcade Fire album: Is it just me, or is there a lot of The Boss in here?justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-91007919237520253182007-03-25T10:02:00.000-06:002007-03-25T10:07:15.281-06:00I’m about half way through Post Captain, the second book in Patrick O’Brian’s Jack Aubrey series. Nautical fiction and literature is great. I really loved Dana’s Two Years Before the Mast, a wonderful and accidentally romantic account of life at sea, although it took a long time to get through the first half because I had to look up every other word. Bawse, hawser, pawl, clew? And then all the justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-85899082919690467372007-03-24T09:09:00.000-06:002007-03-24T09:31:21.114-06:00Erin and I went to see 300 last week at the St. John’s twin cinema. I really like that theater, although the sound and picture quality are not so hot upstairs. But the seats are cushy and the food is pretty good and not overpriced, and I like the fact that the people who work there actually seem to enjoy film. It reminds me of the old keystone theater, in a way. I also like the experience of justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-29530240944318288612007-03-15T08:35:00.000-06:002007-03-15T09:02:10.947-06:00That last angry post is bugging me so I better think of something else to write. Let’s see. I have to go to church this Saturday before I go into work to do another counseling session. For to get married. I think I have to memorize some magic words from the bible and stuff. And I gotta pick something for the priest to read when Erin and I are at the altar. Erin said I could not choose parts from justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-34166710029341339912007-03-08T08:24:00.000-07:002007-03-08T08:58:50.491-07:00If anyone out there sees a meth-head with a 15 inch powerbook G4 in an old green bag, could you please let me know? Erin called me the other day and asked if I had taken the laptop to work, which I had not. It was stolen from our apartment. I came home, the police showed up and got our information. The whole thing was kinda strange. I felt actually pretty relieved, because I had backed up my datajustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-2928548499795967462007-02-26T09:07:00.000-07:002007-02-26T09:20:11.256-07:00Yesterday, I left the house twice, both times to go to the store. The rest of my day was spent watching Project Runway. Second Season. Erin and I watched until my mind turned into a poi-like paste and my eyes had raisined like fingers soaked too long in water. Afterwards there was a walk-off between Erin and myself (she won).Now I’m feeling the TV hang-over. And possibly the fall-out. I’m the justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-80114579894590746512007-02-17T13:25:00.000-07:002007-02-17T15:22:54.430-07:00So, with the sun up and it being such a beautiful day outside, I’ve decided to spend some time here with my dog in the quiet backyard and compose my thoughts into complaints, as seems natural and fitting. First: Why, in today's modern and technologically savvy society, is it still deemed necessary to give callers instructions on how to leave a message on a cell phone? “When you are done, you may justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-26121976500623177092007-02-14T13:21:00.000-07:002007-02-15T08:25:34.278-07:00Here’s a link to a movie my friends Jim and Jason and Cory made many moons ago, a little something we like to call...MOONROCK. Your basic psy-spy film, featuring Jason Glass as Calvin Remra, who does battle with his arch-nemisis (Cory Lewis Elliott) to get the girl (Maureen McKenney) and save the day. Of course, along the way he must defeat the usual cadre of karate masters, wrestlers and justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-71139732874538053832007-02-14T08:35:00.000-07:002007-02-14T08:38:53.890-07:00Whew. Made my big presentation yesterday to the C-TRAN board and their executive staff and all that. I haven’t presented to a public board since I got out of school. The last time was to get money for a project involving huge banners which would hang over Reno’s temporary ice rink. I had all these designs printed and presented them. I don’t think any of them knew what to think, but one of them I justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-60480645406209902312007-02-09T07:38:00.000-07:002007-02-06T13:28:30.545-07:00I have to make a presentation today to some Mayors and executives which I found out I was doing yesterday and I'm kinda nervous but I think I’ll do OK but then next is a presentation to a bigger board of people. Gah. Maybe I’ll get used to it, but I didn’t become a creative so I could give speeches to suits. I guess its part of my job though. And I’m pretty sure that nobody understands what I’m justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-28012899337804543502007-02-05T12:25:00.000-07:002007-02-05T12:27:14.460-07:00Greetings! From CALIFORNIA! And simultaneously, goodbye! To CALIFORNIA! Since I am leaving today with Erin back to PDX. But we’ve had our share of good times here: I beat my dad at cribbage once and he beat me once, so we again leave as equals in that department; Erin got on horse back and rode about despite my father’s attempts to kill her with poor instruction; I was well behaved at Erin’s justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-9801960686029174912007-02-01T08:24:00.000-07:002007-02-01T08:42:42.673-07:00Off this afternoon to see my Dad and Jo and to have Erin meet them and vice versa. Haven't been to Santa Ynez in a while, seems like every time I go my dad has some some construction work for me, but I think the house is mostly finished now so it should be safe. Their place is so nice to just hang out at. My dad designed it to be like an Australian ranch, so it has a wide porch all around, and justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-77781189698835908452007-01-29T08:23:00.000-07:002007-01-29T08:48:49.530-07:00From the ship’s log:Back from Reno last night under clear sky and light wind two points from the NNW, setting moderate sail into port and there met by Erin at six bells on the night’s watch. A welcome sight, I missed her. It was good to see Reno again, for I had missed her as well, and all my friends who call that strange place their home. Strange to me now especially I think, for I’m never quitejustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-55051025339751149102007-01-25T16:40:00.000-07:002007-01-25T16:54:43.076-07:00A new button I made. Pretty happy with it, even though it’s just a mac rip-off. Shiny!Today is Erin’s first real day substituting, I hope she's doing well. I think her nervousness rubbed off on me last night, because I hardly slept a wink. I'm like a zombie right now. Bleh. Or maybe it was the duck I ate at the ribbon cutting. I just sat up in bed, too nauseous to read. Just lay there. Feel justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-18264983008334544212007-01-23T09:07:00.000-07:002007-01-23T09:20:24.477-07:00Man, this project at work right now makes me almost want to cry, but I’m too manly so I won’t. I spent all this time making this awesome (to me) “Hawaii” lettering in three dimensional type and hand shadowing. Tweaking the perspective and then filling the individual letters with pictures from the island like an old 30’s post-card. The client claimed to love it, but soon REPLACED it in an ad justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-81903772334722873242007-01-21T19:13:00.000-07:002007-01-21T19:28:23.666-07:00Neat new (to me) funny book called Scott Pilgrim. Finished Volume 1 (Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Life) of this Canadian relationship manga published by Oni press (who also do Queen & Country which is pretty good) right here in PDX. Other comix we got: Capote In Kansas, pretty good but unnecessary IMHO if you've read ICB; Powers, a staple; Midnight Sun, which I’m about to give up on because itjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-53539713753677862502007-01-19T17:38:00.000-07:002007-01-19T17:42:04.869-07:00Just bought my w-ring. 5mm platinum full metal jacket. There are many rings like it but this ring is mine. Without me my ring is nothing, without my ring, I am nothing. I asked Erin if we could skip the wedding and just put these rings on each other, but she said no.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-65205408517438279022007-01-19T08:04:00.000-07:002007-01-19T08:27:18.369-07:00So I woke up this morning thinking about the difference between art and pornography and the role of artistic identification. Sometimes I dream about shooting vampires, sometimes I dream about art theory. Go figure. What really surprised me though was the answer I woke up with, which is that the distinction, on one level, is unnecessary. Not that it can’t be made, but that it needn’t, because justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-15371367228793598432007-01-17T08:21:00.000-07:002007-01-17T08:35:06.882-07:00Couple of inches of snow on the ground yesterday, and looking outside...yeah. Still there. Just a grinnin’ back at me like Skeleton Joe, Old Man Winter’s bony uncle. So. This is it. The Apocalypse. The Day After Tomorrow. Erin and I have already drawn straws. I won’t reveal the results, but who gets to eat whom will be amended into our pre-nup. We’re changing our honeymoon plans to somewhere morejustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-8862004015651378482007-01-15T08:50:00.000-07:002007-01-15T08:53:25.424-07:00Hard to get up this morning. Had a nightmare about messing up the wedding. I roasted the pig on the wrong day! The wrong day. And the priest called me and I didn't know who he was. And there was some bit about me finding this old semi trailer filled with junk that Jason had somehow decorated all feng-shui-like into an apartment and I took a jacket from there and started to walk home and I was in justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-44598326000290440472007-01-11T18:18:00.000-07:002007-01-11T18:31:15.283-07:00I just want to mark this week on my calendar as the first time I've started having negative feelings about Google. I sense some kind of opinion watershed on the horizon and I want to put a flag on this moment.But what is causing it? Do you feel it, too? Is Google starting to annoy you? Maybe they crossed some kind of Starbucks threshold. Starbucks was once a small local company; now they own thejustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-24404989843423080972007-01-10T09:20:00.000-07:002007-01-10T09:23:59.187-07:00Oh yeah, and before I forget... Apple iPhone! OM effing G with ten exclamation points! Please, Apple, just take all my money and say I'm worthy to own one, etc.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-4459936556146766432007-01-10T08:49:00.000-07:002007-01-10T09:02:04.563-07:00Man, worked until eight last night, got home, ate fast food. I looked up and it was ten o'clock. It's a depressing feeling to know that your day has gone, and all that remains is for you to go to bed, wake up, and do it again. Luckily I love what I do. I just hate to do it so goddamn much. Won't let myself work too late tonight though. RIFTS NIGHT! LIGHTNING BOLT! LIGHTNING BOLT!It's funny how a justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-18829424532686042102007-01-08T22:28:00.000-07:002007-01-08T22:38:34.070-07:00Man, this page is getting so clunky. Every time I load it, tiny pieces of code skitter and fall, like little pebbles before the avalanche. Be very quiet. Plus my laptop would like to be broken now. It would like to go into semi-retirement. It must wait until after the wedding. Bought a stooges album the other day. Why didn't I know about these bastards in high school?justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1168271107503101552007-01-08T08:45:00.000-07:002007-01-08T22:15:37.263-07:00Went to see that new movie with Judi Dench and Kate Winslow, Notes on a Scandal. I was glad I wore my hoodie so I could pull it over my head when things got too...uncomfortable. At one point I tried to back through my chair, yet remained unable to tear my eyes away from the screen. It was a Clockwork Orange moment. Really a great movie though, and Dench lays out a brilliant and all-too-believablejustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1168015487054696442007-01-05T09:44:00.000-07:002007-01-05T09:44:47.196-07:00Well, I'm busy again. Probably have to work this weekend again.I've been making a List of Random Things by my desk at work. Today I will add this item: "Enjoy the slow times, you stupid idiot."I'm such a stupid idiot.Of course, now that I've said that I'm reminded of what Eric told me yesterday about his friend, the design director at a similarly-sized agency getting laid off this last weekend. justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1167840863024372872007-01-03T09:14:00.000-07:002007-01-03T09:14:23.046-07:00Went over to Jim's house last night, for the second night in a row. I think I got kid overload. Of course the night previous there were somewhere between seven and three hundred children there. Seriously, Erin and I tried to count but couldn't. I think after three kids the next number is just "many". Last night Janelle was there with her new child, who is very cute. Actually, everyone was being justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1167692728770759112007-01-01T15:57:00.000-07:002007-01-01T16:13:29.140-07:00Happy new year, everyone! Had Jason, Mary, Howard over last night for a bit of revelry and steak frite, for I am a cooking fool, am I. Even now, as I write, I am smelling the wonderful smells of baking pound cake. It's looking puffy just like it should! I owe it all to Mary's gift of Cook's Illustrated Monthly, a very superior cooking magazine, with, as the name may imply to you, nice justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1167349389735688422006-12-28T16:38:00.000-07:002006-12-28T16:43:09.750-07:00Last night I dreamed I was playing with Belle and Sebastian except I didn't know how to play guitar. This didn't seem to bother anyone. I wanted to sing but every time I started the band quit playing and stared at me.Erin dreamed she broke into Oprah's house, and somebody wrote a tell-all book about it.Slow day today here at Rocketshop. Funny thing about a place this size: I'm either so busy I justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1167240693522609982006-12-27T10:30:00.000-07:002006-12-27T10:31:33.523-07:00Two small notes. My mom sent me this link, s'cool! Clockwork bugs. Also, a new version of Line Rider is out.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1167240132722211192006-12-27T10:17:00.000-07:002006-12-27T11:53:35.306-07:00Thinking about this religion thing a bit more. We're all taught that ancient people's invented religion to help explain volcanoes, but this is crap. Volcanoes don't need explaining, they simply are. The thing that gods do is to create a separate box, something outside our realm, to put things in. A set of influences that are by their very nature completely external to us, so that it is US that justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1167070021405928452006-12-25T11:07:00.000-07:002006-12-25T12:01:58.206-07:00Merry Christmas, everyone! Today we celebrate the birth of the sun god at the turning of the season, the winter solstice!I'm sad now that I've been so neglectful of decorating. There's not a thing here in the apartment to show it's christmas. I guess to me the holiday has never had much meaning, except to be with family and friends. But still it feels that something is missing from the place, if justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1166912502090591312006-12-23T15:21:00.000-07:002006-12-23T15:21:42.236-07:00A free afternoon, a little prodding, and a cup of coffee. I write again.Here I am in the James Johns coffeehouse. A place opened up right next door to Starbucks. And this is something I love about Portland, a place where people have the chutzpah to compete with the big boys, and where other people care enough to buy coffee from them instead of the megastores. Now whether they care about coffee orjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1159366041467742872006-09-27T08:07:00.000-06:002006-09-27T08:07:21.596-06:00Look, I know very well I've said this before, but really, Line Rider is the coolest thing ever. On the web. That invovles stick figures and sleds.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1159290477581602432006-09-26T11:05:00.000-06:002006-09-26T11:07:57.596-06:00I found a flash version of Dark Tower. I spent a lot of time iin Mammoth playing this game, which my friends would bring to school.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1157985108234397622006-09-11T08:31:00.000-06:002006-09-11T08:31:48.863-06:00Erin, Jason, Lia and I saw the [worst/best/none of the above] movie yesterday. I'm really that confused by The Wicker Man. It would be the worst were it not for some incredibly [stupid/awesome] scenes, such as when Nicholas Cage, dressed in a bear suit, decks some girl. Except it's supposed to be a horror/thriller movie. And the rest of the film is straight. Bad, bad, bad, but straight. Or is it?justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1157729147619414092006-09-08T09:25:00.000-06:002006-09-08T09:25:48.056-06:00Kirk Cameron proves God's existence in under three minutes.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1157469950241008802006-09-05T09:25:00.000-06:002006-09-05T09:25:50.316-06:00Erin and I have been reading lots of comic books lately.COMIC BOOKS!So, I thought I'd make a list of the ones that are kicking the ass in the hindquarters:Powers - everything a comic should be...and more. Great stories and art, explosions, boobs, fighting...plus a great meta element with a crazy dose of realism injected into the mix. Nice!The Goon - great art, good fightin' and awesome lines suchjustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1156788144911600802006-08-28T12:00:00.000-06:002006-08-28T12:05:00.930-06:00A poem by Washington Post writer Richard Thompson, composed entirely of direct quotes from our nation's leader:MAKE THE PIE HIGHERI think we all agree, the past is over.This is still a dangerous world.It's a world of madmen and uncertaintyAnd potential mental losses.Rarely is the question askedIs our children learning?Will the highways of the InternetBecome more few?How many hands have I shaked?justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1156171609432694602006-08-21T08:46:00.000-06:002006-08-21T08:46:49.476-06:00Erin and I were walking Kino down by the superfund site yesterday and we met a band of Roma. Okay, not ethnically Romani, but a band of gypsies nonetheless. And I don't mean the kind fronted by Jimi Hendrix. No, wait, I guess I do mean that kind.We walked down to the beach, after pausing to pick some blackberries (Mary once told us they were an invasive plant and not native to the area, to which justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1155044207337963162006-08-08T07:36:00.000-06:002006-08-08T07:36:47.623-06:00Erin and I have spent the last few days with her family here in NoDak. In that time I have shot a gun; seen a musical about a barber who needs glasses, Teddy Roosevelt, and of course, how kick-ass America is("An immigrant's daughter who has something to say/ can grow to be an author one day/ evan an immigrant's daughter can be OK."); and of course spent time with Erin's close and extended family.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1154440426144597732006-08-01T07:53:00.000-06:002006-08-01T07:53:46.480-06:00Birds for Bulbs must be the best incentive program OF ALL TIME. Put an energy-saving compact fluorescent bulb in your home and Rosemary Mosco will DRAW YOU A BIRD.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1154412757101206922006-08-01T00:12:00.000-06:002006-08-09T07:49:51.376-06:00Pancakemama's post about viewmaster reels reminded me of this guy this lady (and local Portlander) who has made Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities into a viewmaster movie. See? It can be done! Easy! All-one! Dilute! OK!justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1154412056464470232006-08-01T00:00:00.000-06:002006-08-01T00:00:56.543-06:00Tomb Raider is pretty fun: there's running and jumping and climbing, all of which I like in a game. And all performed by the often scantily clad and always huge busted Lara Croft, which gets my inner 14-year-old's vote. Unfortunately, it also has two of video gaming's worst features, one of which has sadly infiltrated other forms of entertainment.The first, and less heinous gameplay bugbear is justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1153977749708213572006-07-26T23:22:00.000-06:002006-07-26T23:27:25.120-06:00We have a new dog. This is the dog.Her name is Pica. She apparently has abandoned her former master, our landlady Mary, in favor of us. This works out well, since our previous dog, Kino, has left us to spend more time with Mary.justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1153835984331651332006-07-25T07:59:00.000-06:002006-07-25T07:59:44.426-06:00Hrm. Gotta GM tonight. Up late trying to work out my adventure, which is pretty neat, but the players may find it a bit funny, since at the beginning the descriptions are all like "...a perpetual neon dusk barely lights the frozen metal interior of these once-active halls as the rat-creatures from planet miggglepuytlington 5 descend on you... yadda yadda..." and then as they go on it's more like,justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616368.post-1153496749916892262006-07-21T09:45:00.000-06:002006-07-21T09:45:49.930-06:00So I just had this little mini-revelation this morning and had to share it:Modern art is the highest form of trickery.Because, see, earlier art forms, the painting was judged on how well it fooled the viewer. "Those trees REALLY look like trees!" And the viewer is fooled and the painting is an accurate mirror of nature. Except of course it really isn't. The viewer is looking at paint on a canvas,justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03986186976244776851noreply@blogger.com1