power of words

Photo inspiration

found: in Orion Magazine, March-April 2012
article: Upping the Stakes by Derrick Jensen

I found this photo while looking through my professor’s magazine today. I was struck by the idea that “the pen is mightier than the sword.” I thought it was an interesting take replacing a pen with a bullet, fighting isn’t always the best solution.

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the body

I was researching a project for my independent study and stumbled up on a link. H&M, the clothing store, often uses digital models online. I was completely thrown about this. The other aspect is that they use the heads of real people. So they are combining the body of digital women with the heads of real women to advertise online.

How strange? What does this say? It isn’t necessary to always see clothes on models when purchasing but yet they seem to be stressing this idea. I am thrown in this topic. I think I might need to process the information a bit more and see what else comes to mind.

link: http://newsfeed.time.com/2011/12/07/hm-admits-to-using-computer-generated-bodies-for-models/

 

 

addict

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Ever since I have been little there has always been Coke around. My mother has always had multiple Coke’s during the day. During my chaotic life as dancer, hockey player, and student we often didn’t have time for a “traditional” dinner. Often times we spend time at fast food restaurants as a lot of time was spent in the car. Along the road I followed in my mother’s footsteps in loving Coke.

In 2005 I caved on my traditional love. I started falling for the idea of mtn. dew. For about 4 years I stuck with this awful idea. Until I started to realize that it tastes horrible.

Since then I have gone back to my one true love, Coca-Cola. I am most definitely a Coke addict. But in the best possible way. An ice cold Coke is the only way to go. “Ahhh.”

churning stomach

When it comes to guys, one can have butterflies or be tongue tied. For me there is a strange thing I have started to noticed. My stomach goes crazy, but not in the normal butterflies way.

During my Christmas break I went a date. This would have been the first date in … hmm 4 years. Naturally I would be nervous, all the things of what to do and what not to do on a first date were running through my head. What do I wear? All the crazy girl things.

The date ended up going well and turned into more of a hang out session. I had spent about five hours with him before I needed to go to dinner with my family. This is where it gets strange.

[On a day to day basis I tend to eat a lot of food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, then a later dinner and lots of snacking in between.]

However when I went to dinner the idea of food wasn’t thrilling. I couldn’t get myself to order a full meal because I knew I wouldn’t eat it. So instead I got an appetizer salad and mac & cheese. With my father at my side I knew that if I couldn’t finish something he could.

The salad came, I could barely eat it. I didn’t even eat half. My mac and cheese showed up with everyone else’s meal. I ate a total of maybe 10 noodles before I gave up. My stomach was churning the whole time I was at dinner, for no specific reason.

After dinner I ended up spending time with my date from earlier. I went over and told him how my stomach was crazy during dinner and how I couldn’t eat. But while I was talking about it I noticed that my stomach was fine. It didn’t act up at all for the rest of the night.

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Later I started to consider my stomach churning. I remembered this previously happening with a boyfriend or fling. For me my “butterflies” exist when I am not with the person. It is a strange change from the norm. I am not sure that I appreciate it. But yet it is a way of letting me know that I cared about someone. I can’t say I look forward to my next romantic encounter and the churning stomach I’ll have when I am not with them.

Daily Designer Fact: gold toenail paint.

home

It is funny how one can find memories in the strangest locations.

Home | Maine, WI

After my mother got re-married my step father started to redo the basement. Instead of an open space he created a bedroom for my sister and I as well as a bathroom. This was around 2004-2005. We (my sister and I) were involved with certain decisions, such as paint colors. While the bathroom was under construction there was the selection of what tile. We chose a white tile with small blue diamond shapes to match the blue on the wall. My step dad even put a heating system underneath the cold tile floor.

Star Bar | Des Moines, IA

The photo above I recently took while at Star Bar in Des Moines. The floor of the women’s bathroom. It is the exact same flooring in our bathroom at home besides the black grout (ours was white).

Strange that the grout gave the floor a completely different feeling. Besides that it isn’t as pretty/clean as the floor at home. The white grout and it’s ability to match the white squares made it blend, creating smoother/cleaner lines. The black grout makes it look dirty. Yet there was still a feeling of excitement, but I wouldn’t walk around on that floor barefoot.