The Wonderment

webheader

2007-08-05T23:01:00.001-06:00

For the web

2007-08-03T13:00:00.000-06:00

For the Garden Gala Event:

2007-08-03T12:53:00.000-06:00

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2007-07-24T23:29:00.001-06:00

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A New Painting

2007-07-19T13:53:00.001-06:00

Illustration for Union Sailing Club

2007-07-19T13:46:00.000-06:00

This announcement recognized local sailors winning events across the continent.

New work (from a Wacom tablet)

2007-07-19T13:43:00.000-06:00

This was done on a tablet in a traditional drawing style. What do you think?

image update

2007-04-04T23:18:00.000-06:00

detail from game art

2007-04-04T23:17:00.001-06:00

more game art...

2007-04-04T23:07:00.000-06:00

this is almost done!

more game art

2007-04-03T16:00:00.000-06:00

in progress

concept sketch

2007-04-02T17:10:00.000-06:00

the beginning...

Game Images

2007-04-01T13:46:00.000-06:00

a poem

2006-12-09T20:51:00.001-07:00

I am mute

I have one brush
And can make only
Dancing marks
On a wooden board
Under handmade light
Alone

Within the earth
In ecstatic prayer
A boy is jumping to meet his Lord
His golden hands
Cupped in space
Rising

I have one brush dancing
Ten thousand winged prayers
Ascending

I see Her and cannot speak
She is the color of honey and earth
Like tall grasses
Golden
She is made of light and movement
And he looks away in reverence of Her
Space

The boy says,
“Wonderment fills my heart…
And all things are the Lord’s”
He is crying now
And leaping to meet his Lord
Finger tips expanding into
Heaven

You are light
And I cannot find Your source
You are movement
And I cannot find Your center

I see Her as light
And color
Movement
And warmth
I form them in Her image
Opening

a new painting - from the new series

2006-12-09T20:46:00.000-07:00

The image is a little warmer than the actual painting.

Sailing is amazing

2006-05-01T21:31:00.000-06:00

I was able to go sailing on a boat like this one over the weekend!

when I have more time I will tell the story.

goodnight!

p.s. I am going to sell my car and buy a boat...

new work

2006-04-24T23:43:00.000-06:00

it has been a while since i have painted so tonight i decided to go big... this 2 ft x 3 ft painting was truly a blast to create! i hope you like it!

roma

2006-04-15T11:59:00.000-06:00

i will be here in 57 days.

A new band, good song, free -

2006-04-15T11:56:00.000-06:00

see: coldwarkids.com and download "hospital beds."

a new poem

2006-04-15T11:51:00.000-06:00

I see you as full
White arches.
Contours engaged, unfolded - rounded,
Volumes of light spilling over.
Remade in your ceaseless
Coming and going.

I see you there
Noumenon in phenomena.
Silent until you find me.
A map of you shifts
Through the space and light.
Dark pathways guide me towards you.

I see you there
Within a nameless landscape.
Patterns of you,
Non-repeating,
Parting fields and seas
In your touching.

I see you there
Within layers of form and substance.
And the textures of your delicate
Finger-prints
Wick tears from my dry
And weathered soil

I see you there,
Gentle-whisper.
You touch me, and I know you
In all around me,
Filling my thoughts,
Blinding my eyes.

I see you always
And I cannot have you.
But with my wings I will engage you.
Leaning into you -
You catch me.
Carry me to other shores

The Godfather

2006-03-18T23:08:00.000-07:00

Tonight Aaron and Heather (dear friends both) asked me to be young Nora's Godfather. They asked me to look be attentive of her personal-spiritual growth. The beautiful little-one is now a part of my daily thoughts and prayers.

...What a gift, what amazing friends, and such a cherished responsibility.

Goodnight,

Daniel

one more

2006-03-05T23:20:00.000-07:00

…Respect means the concern that the other person should grow and unfold as he/she is. Respect, thus, implies the absence of exploitation. I want the loved person to grow and unfold for his/her own sake, and in his/her own ways, not for the purpose of serving me. If I love the other person, I feel one with him/her as he/she is, not as I need him/her to be as an object for my use. It is clear that respect is possible only if I have achieved independence; if I can stand and walk without needing crutches, without having to dominate and exploit anyone else. Respect exists only on the basis of freedom: “l’amour est l’enfant de la liberte’” as an old French song says; love is the child of freedom, never that of domination.
Erich Fromm – The Art of Loving

a few more quotes

2006-03-05T23:18:00.000-07:00

Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.
--Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
--Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.
--Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Cat's Cradle

"Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a songbird will come"
-Chinese proverb

A quote for the late readers:

2006-03-05T23:11:00.000-07:00

The world is always full of the sound of waves.

The little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows its depth?" - Eiji Yoshikawa, MUSASHI

two things that suck

2006-02-18T22:20:00.000-07:00

pre·tense (prtns, pr-tns)
n.

The act of pretending; a false appearance or action intended to deceive.
A false or studied show; an affectation: a pretense of nonchalance.
A professed but feigned reason or excuse; a pretext: under false pretenses.
Something imagined or pretended.
Mere show without reality; outward appearance.
A right asserted with or without foundation; a claim. See Synonyms at claim.
The quality or state of being pretentious; ostentation.

a·rach·nid (-rknd)
n.

Any of various arthropods of the class Arachnida, such as spiders, scorpions, mites, and ticks, characterized by four pairs of segmented legs and a body that is divided into two regions, the cephalothorax and the abdomen. Also called arachnoid.

Up late looking for new music - You MUST listen to this...

2006-02-01T00:25:00.000-07:00

Harmony Trowbridge has two of her songs for free listening, downloading, and goose-bump making, sincerity induced tears-in-eye making. I have not been able to leave my computer since finding these songs. Find them here: LINK

A Road Trip Story

2006-01-30T00:02:00.000-07:00

Aaron and I have finally reached the Pacific Ocean at San Francisco. Leaving home over eight days earlier (our senior road trip) we are eager to stretch our legs in the ocean-side air of the famed city. Our primary goal of reaching the Pacific Ocean was accompanied by a fellowship of other worthy goals. One such goal is more important than others. We are on a secret mission initiated by our dear friend and brother Troy. He gave us his "soul stone." This special among special objects was, to the eye, an eight sided jar - perhaps just smaller in size than a can of coca cola. It is made of clear glass and sealed at the lid with wax around what I recall a cork top. Inside it the all important "soul stone," which presently, glints black through the refracted afternoon light divided first by the long-thin cables of the suspended-bridge and second by the octagonal prism of the jar. Aaron and I walked and admired the artistry and unexpected grandeur of the postcard-friendly coastal monument. We walked and admired, unfortunately, on the wrong side of the bridge. Our task, as Troy specified on the eve of our parting, was to throw this sacred object into the vast Pacific waters from the center of the Golden Gate Bridge. So there we stood at the wrong side of the exact center of the aforementioned bridge, with sacred object in one hand and the strange recipe of adolescent laziness and desire for adventure in the other - the mingling of these elements left sound reasoning alone, not invited to the party. Our solution to this exciting problem was to throw the jar and its holy contents across the eight lanes of ceaseless traffic and into the great-deep beyond. So at the precise and unexpected moment a clear path across all eight lanes revealed itself...

…well, all I can say is that was the most beautiful flying jar I have ever seen. The moment seemed unbuckled from links of time as the hurtling automobiles seemed to vanish during the jar's magic flight. Its spinning arching path bent through the impossible gauntlet of space shedding diamond flecks of heavenly light before its predestined decent into the unknown. It crossed out of view at the bright red-orange line of the distant handrail, and then, abruptly, the window into the beyond snapped shut with metalic jaws that reflected their own harsh light – threatening to obscure that divine image and its brief passing.

Time though has preserved the crystalline beauty of the heroic toss - showered in perfect light – surpassing all obstacles. I see it as though it has only just happened. And I am still as full of wonder now as I was in the distant then.

Breakfast of Champions

2006-01-29T09:37:00.000-07:00

With a tight neck and re-"jibbied" ankle I needed a balanced start to today's activity. Thanks to Nick and Katie for the carb-on-carb cakes. I love you guys.

Blogger gives Iraq reports - up close

2006-01-29T09:30:00.000-07:00

Check this Link from excite news. Click HERE.

The article follows an ex-green beret and world traveler (Michael Yon) that set out to tell the story of what is happening in Iraq, to give us the story from the ground. I Love the last line. "It's a very complicated world and you can't learn about it by sitting back and reading about it, " Yon says. "Not the way I wanted to learn about it anyway."

What is your Pride and Prejudice?

2006-01-25T21:36:00.000-07:00

Time for a dumb personality test... what character are you most like? Click here to find out. Link

I took three variations of this test and each time I was most like (or compatible with) Liz Bennet. So does that mean I will remain alone even after my younger siblings are married? Wait, Dangit! Well, maybe it's a sign that I'll find a sugar mama after a long and complicated courtship which will ultimately end in chillin' on the porch looking at the lake under the night sky... It could happen, I do own the "Lake House."

The one good thing is that each time I finished the test (on each of the websites) I was shown a nice picture of Keira Knightley. She is one fine woman.

Goodnight all,

Daniel

p.s. The "Painting a Day" website is looking good. Stop over and say hi.

A Good Day for Dissent

2006-01-25T20:55:00.000-07:00

"Alberto Gonzales spoke before law students at Georgetown today, justifying illegal, unauthorized surveilance of US citizens, but during the course of his speech the students in class did something pretty ballsy and brave..." says one blogger's post. Click the link for the whole story. LINK
*look at all the comments - I think that is the best part. Many different views are present.

Also, check CNN for some mainstream coverage. LINK

What is your favorite word?

2006-01-21T15:53:00.000-07:00

What word in the English language is your most favorite?

IllustrationFriday - Sea

2006-01-09T22:08:00.000-07:00

A "harbor" view of Cinque Terra... what a beautiful place. It made for a fun painting. Oil on Board, 2ft x 2ft.

Harpers Yearly Review

2006-01-04T18:02:00.000-07:00

From Harpers Magazine:
"The number of people killed by the Indian Ocean tsunami rose to 230,000. A study showed that 310,000 Europeans die from air pollution each year, and the U.N. predicted that 90 million Africans will have HIV by 2025. An international task force of scientists, politicians, and business leaders warned that the world has about 10 years before global warming becomes irreversible... Police began random bag checks of subway passengers in New York City. It was revealed that the CIA had set up a secret system of prisons, called “black sites,” around the world; it was also revealed that the National Security Agency was spying on Americans without first obtaining warrants. Journalist Judith Miller was released from jail and said she wanted to hug her dog. U.S. Congressman Tom DeLay was arrested; U.S. Vice President Dick Cheney's Chief of Staff I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby was indicted. The Pentagon admitted to using white phosphorus during the 2004 attack on Fallujah, Iraq, and allocated $127 billion to build a robot army. The total number of American soldiers killed in the Iraq war rose to 2,174, while the total number of Iraqi civilians killed rose to 27,636. “We are all waiting for death,” said an Iraqi soldier, “like the moon waiting for sunset.” The U.S. Defense Department, in violation of the federal Privacy Act, was building a database of 30 million 16- to 25-year-olds. The Department of Homeland Security announced that it had wasted a great deal of money and needed much more. Starbucks came to Guantanamo Bay. Scientists began work on a complete, molecule-level computer simulation of the human brain. The project will take at least ten years." Read more Here.

What a crazy year. At least The Black Eyed Peas released that song "My Humps," oh wait, that's not a good thing either. I thought the song was bad enough, but that video is absolute garbage! (it serves as comic relief I guess)

Illustration Friday - Flavor (revisited)

2005-12-31T09:41:00.000-07:00

Oil on board.

Illustration Friday - Flavor

2005-12-30T13:00:00.000-07:00

"It is painful to watch a young man(person) realize that the world is not just joy and happiness, to watch the disintegration of his(her) childlike beauty, faith, and optimism. It is regrettable but necessary-if we are not cast out of the Garden of Eden, there can be no Heavenly Jerusalem. In the Catholic liturgy for Holy Saturday evening there is a beautiful line, "Oh happy fall that was the occasion for so sublime a redemption." Quoted from, Robert A. Johnson, HE: Understanding Masculine Psychology

The moment with the "apple" has always fascinated me. In college we were asked to create a sculpture about a thing of change or mutation. I thought for a long time about the concept behind this assignment. I considered working with wave forms or issues involving time. I thought about significant moments of growth and change in my life. But it was not until I started thinking about the story of the Tree and Adam and Eve that I really became excited about the project. I think eating the apple is such a great symbol of the change in our consciousness. Tasting the apple sets in motion so many dynamic experiences in life. I think that all of us taste the "apple" at some point fairly early in our lives. It is not such a horrible thing, as Johnson says: "if we are not cast out of the Garden of Eden, there can be no Heavenly Jerusalem." As for this flavor topic, well, I couldn't help but revisit that first taste of a changed consciousness.

So here is an Eve-like figure standing below the apple tree, fruit in hand. Many new flavors soon to be born...

2005-12-30T11:52:00.000-07:00

First step: ink sketch on paper. the color in the first image was added in Photoshop

Q and A Thursday

2005-12-29T10:12:00.000-07:00

Question from Emily: "Tell me, what is a sentence from page 217 of your 350 page autobiography? (assuming it was written at the very end of your life?)"

answer with a comment.

Walk on Water

2005-12-28T17:44:00.000-07:00

During a Bible Study/hang-with-friends-night last summer we were talking about whether or not the Bible stories are true historical facts or metaphors/myths that may or may not have a foundation in actual history. At one point it was said that either it is ALL historical fact or it is ALL metaphor. We then began to discuss specific stories and apply the differing interpretations to each one. We became stuck on the "walking on water" story from the New Testament. Nick stated that, long ago, a nun at his school told him that it did not matter if Jesus walked on water or not- what mattered is that Jesus overcame the sin of the world and his walking on water is a symbol of his conquering the evil in the world. The written responses that follow are some of what was exchanged between two of us as a result of that discussion.

Please take a look and add your thoughts as a comment!

Person One: "Nicks nun is right. The water is symbolic b/c that is the language of the heart-the spirit. This is not far from the discussion of the letter of the law vs. the spirit of the law. The letter is still needed b/c we are not yet fully perfect/transcendent/immaterial, but it is the spirit of the law that is the nutrients. The letter (the history) is the gel coating around the pill(medicine), the walls and ceiling of the house, the clay of the clay jug – these things are important only as they serve to house the usable space within. They carry the message like our body carries our soul. Again, metaphor and myth are the language of the heart. The factual reality or historical accuracy of events are important on one level but not on THE LEVEL. The biblical stories are not just stories, they are myths and myths are TRUE in a way that is more important than anything in a history textbook. Myths are not stories in that they are not fabricated like a syndicated comic strip. Like a dream they are not scripted by the dreamer – rather they arise from that mysterious substance within. A myth is the dream of a people <- that is far more than a story written by some reflective dude with some sweet insights. So we return to: Did he walk on water? Sure. Is he the only one to have walked on water? No. Does it matter historically? Only in the sense that we are both spirit and body and the without the physical contact we’ve got just a part of the picture. What do we need to focus on? We need to focus on what the Nun said. After thoughtful reflective meditation on Jesus walking on water the Nun recognizes the rich symbolic/metaphorical message within the act. That metaphor is the rich and useable space within the “fact” that incubates our spiritual transformation."

Person Two: "I can visualize Nick’s nun story very clearly—here is a young man whose fresh, new mind has been ordered and structured in the time-honored pattern of education: by being given nice, easy black-and-white absolutes (ie, “Jesus walked on water. Don’t think about it, just accept it”). Nick’s mind is stronger and more fertile than most, though, and he sees a problem—“how is it that everything I’ve learned about the Bible says that this Man walked on water, but everything I’ve learned about science says, the miracle of surface tension aside, water is a liquid whose molecular density makes it incapable of supporting an object with greater molecular density?” Being the thinker that he is, he realizes that these two are mutually exclusive—they can’t both be true, and therefore one must be thrown out. “Well, that’s an easy one. “I’ve put enough crap into water (literally and figuratively—ha ha) to know that the density thing is true, but I have never seen a man walk on water.” Enter wise old(er) nun. Back in the Nun Cave, the Scepticism Board lights up like an Anglican Christmas tree. This nun is older and more experienced, which on its own means nothing. More importantly, she sees in this young man the richness of his mind, and most importantly, she recognizes the theological crisis he is having as perhaps reminiscent of her own. A lot time, a lot of thought, a lot of prayer, and maybe even a wise mentor got her through to the other side of hers, and on the journey she came to realize that without the Space Within, the clay pot would implode. The spiritual reality inside exerts precisely the same outward pressure as the clay pot exerts inwardly, and so balance is achieved. Her great fear though, the thing that causes her heart to leap when she sees the Nick light flashing, is that his pot has clearly solidified faster than the others, and if she doesn’t rush in and fill that sucker with some Space Within, its imbalance might actually cause it to crack and collapse, sending Nick on a lifelong journey of frustrated agnosticism, or worse, Libertarianism. Nick’s crisis called for quick action, and the nun called on all her years of experience to take it. She explained to him the cool stuff about the Space Within, took his focus off the cracking and imploding pot and put it squarely on the mysterious symbolism of myth. As Nick himself says, he was rescued, liberated from the crumbling cliff and taught how to fly. I love the Space Within, and have found it to be as liberating as Nick (or you) did. In fact, when I spent two years in college majoring in computer science and physics, I realized that my Space Within was starving. I became an English teacher, not because I wanted to be a crusader for proper grammar, not because I wanted to teach the teeming masses the craft of writing, not because I wanted to impress everyone with how many authors and works of literature I could drop into casual conversation, but indeed because I simply believed in the power of myth and wanted to explore its mysteries. I am deeply and profoundly aware of the symbolism of Jesus’ stroll across the water. I understand that what the water represents is as important to the allegory as the fact that an earth-bound mammal defied physics to walk on it. But I believe in the historical fact that Jesus actually did walk on water across the Sea of Galilee to the boat in which Peter quaked in terror. More importantly, I believe that the symbolism enclosed therein is NOT more important than that historical fact, any more than the Space Within is more important than the clay pot that surrounds it. How is minimizing the physical historical fact in order to emphasize the spiritual Space Within any different from minimizing the symbolism in favor of the literal? To lean too heavily to either side is to define imbalance. To a blind world whose only comprehension is the pot itself, one must place more emphasis on the Space Within in a desperate (futile?) effort to achieve balance, or at least to get it (the blind world) to even imagine there is an imbalance to begin with. But it’s all tottering on the tip of the cone. Simple poorly-educated fisherman Peter saw a literal storm, physical helplessness and impending death. Jesus walked to him on the water, not to show him a cool trick, but to introduce to his literal mind the temporal nature of the physical world. However, it seems to me that His intent was not to instruct Peter to leave or dismiss the physical world, but rather it was to point out the imbalance in Peter’s understanding. But Jesus HAD to actually, physically, historically walk on water for the same reason that we HAVE to have an actual physical relationship with a woman in order to understand love. We can talk all day about the abstract symbolism of love, but without the warmth and immediacy of a physical embrace, our understanding would be unbalanced because we (at this moment) are physical creatures. Jesus Himself was never married and never had any type of romantic or physical relationship with a woman. Why? Because in embodying perfect balance, He doesn’t need the metaphor to understand the Truth. So yes, the physical embrace of a man and a woman is a metaphor, but it’s real and literal as we know it. The blood that pours from us when we are cut is real and physical and literal, and if we lose enough of it, we will die (physically). But what is blood really? It is not life, as the ancients supposed, because one can lose all of it and die, yet continue to live. It might as well be grape juice for all its ultimate relevance to life, and yet something tells us we had better respect its indispensability lest it leak out of us and we upset the balance at the wrong time. So we return to: Did He walk on water? Sure. And that is precisely as important as the rich symbolic/metaphorical message within the act."

Lastly, a commentary by Abraham Heschel from "Between God and Man" (he is talking about the language of the Bible and how the prophets are challenged to write about things that are beyond normal... the revelations and events lend themselves more to poetic language than scientific language):“The error of literal-mindedness is in assuming that things and words only have one meaning. The truth is that things and words stand for different meanings in different situations. Gold means wealth to the merchant, a means of adornment to the jeweler, ‘a non-rusting malleable ductile metal of high specific gravity’ to the engineer, and kindness to the rhetorician (‘a golden heart’). Light is a form of energy to the physicist, a medium of loveliness to the artist, an expression of grandeur in the first chapter of the Bible. Ruah, the Hebrew word for spirit, signifies also breath, wind, direction. And he who thinks only of breath, forfeits the deeper meaning of the term. God is called father, but he who takes this name physiologically distorts the meaning of God… The meaning of words in scientific language must be clear, distinct, unambiguous, conveying the same concept to all people. In poetry, however, words that have only one meaning are considered flat… What is a virtue in scientific language is a failure in poetic expression… It often seems as if the intention of the prophets was to be understood not in one way, on one level, but in many ways, on many levels, according to the situation in which we find ourselves… Pondering about the substance of what they (the prophets) were trying to express, it dawns upon us that what sounds to us as ‘grand eloquence’ is UNDERSTEMENT and MODESTY OF EXPRESSION. Indeed their words must not be taken literally, because a literal understanding would be a partial, shallow understanding; because the literal meaning is but a MINIMUM OF MEANING.

'God spoke.' Is it to be taken symbolically: He did not speak, yet what was it he did? The truth is that what is literally true to us is a metaphor compared with what is metaphysically real to God. And when applied to Him our mightiest words are feeble understatements. The speech of God is not less but more than literally real."

Longest. Post. Ever.

MAZARIN - We're Already There (New Music)

2005-12-21T22:50:00.000-07:00

...Found this on "my old Kentucky blog." Click the link to "Louise." Download to keep (free), find album to buy... HERE 'TIS and the band site, HERE 'TIS.

goodday.

Illustration Friday - Imagine

2005-12-21T22:39:00.000-07:00

I tried to create an image of a child dancing with an old teddy bear. It didn't come out exactly as I wanted - but I feel the sense of airy childlike imagination is present in the drawing - and that is the important part. I wish it had a little more twisting movement. Fun topic!

Materials: Ink sketch with color done in Photoshop

Words of the day:

2005-12-13T21:35:00.000-07:00

1. jibby (jibbeh)- a word used to describe just about anything, especially useful when doing amateur electrical wiring
2. Wull? (or derived from: well?) - in replace of "come on!" or "what?"

Ian Love makes good music

2005-12-09T17:07:00.000-07:00

Repeat button engaged on this young and beautiful acoustic song, click here (and scroll nearly half way down the page to...): The Only Night.

Hosting page: Elbo.ws

Rules of Being a Man - random selections

2005-12-04T21:59:00.000-07:00

27. The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets a Play station II. End of story.

22. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e. Both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

12. Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another bloke in the nuts.

Message Board culture... and i quote:

2005-12-04T21:36:00.000-07:00

Be sure to drop aggravating pieces of non information from time to time and you'll fit right in! :)

Communication

2005-12-04T21:33:00.000-07:00

Samantha Bonar of the LA Times -- writing about Maureen Dowd's new book, Are Men Necessary -- says she's learned that she needs only 10 monosyllabic words to effectively communicate with men.

You
Big
Strong
Yes
Chips
Game
Beer
Man
Want
Great

For example: "Big strong man want beer?" "You want chips?" "You great!"

I will avoid these words like New Orleans:

Me
I
Why
What
Can
Will
No
Never
Stop
Yuck

As in: "Why do you insist on my wearing these sheer red stockings?" "Can I have one of your beers?" "Will you let me know if you are married?"

Olivia's words

2005-12-04T21:21:00.000-07:00

"Everyone needs game – no game is like a cupcake w/o icing
A cupcake w/o icing is just a muffin, damnit."

- A thing Olivia said.

she is going to be here in a week or so... i wrote this down when she was here. She's a funny one.

Mr. T invented fools.... (Mr. T fact generator)

2005-11-29T22:55:00.000-07:00

"Mr. T invented fools. Realizing the magnitude of his folly, he then created Pity.'

'23. That's the number of people Mr. T has pitied in the time it has taken you to read this sentence.'

Oh - my - goodness. That is some funny crap... some of the best stuff I have read in a long time... oh, people are amazing. LINK (some vulgar content)

Okay, a few more, i can't help it:

"There are only four horsemen of the apocalypse, because Mr. T is going to walk."
"Mr. T was fired from the Psychic Friends Network for always predicting pain."

Chuck Norris random fact generator - a must see

2005-11-29T22:34:00.000-07:00

'Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.'

'Chuck Norris got a perfect score on his SAT's, simply by writing Chuck Norris for every answer.'

while it's hot... LINK*
* warning - some vulgar/foul content.

Vin Diesel: Random Fact Generator

2005-11-29T22:27:00.000-07:00

'Vin Diesel coined the phrase, "I could eat a Horse" after he ate every last unicorn in existence.'

'Vin Diesel is the only man to ever defeat a brick wall in a game of tennis.'

'Vin Diesel can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.'

This is some ridiculous stuff! see more here... LINK*
*warning -some vulgar content

2005-11-17T22:54:00.000-07:00

Gary Taxali. Desktop background worthy artwork. Get it, get it. Here.

2005-11-17T22:48:00.000-07:00

Eric Lee's post at DrawerGeeks burninates! check out DrawerGreeks for some sweet illustrations.

2005-11-17T22:33:00.000-07:00

trying a new header...

Poemas - Rilke

2005-11-17T21:45:00.000-07:00

"For one human to love another: that is the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation." R. M. Rilke

Read poems here: Link

A favorite: Link

"How the MPAA killed the movie theater experience: a first-hand report"

2005-11-08T19:28:00.000-07:00

"I wonder what kind of dystopian cyberpunk
future we live in when you are physically
searched before entering a movie theatre..."

I am quoting from a blog entry about a recent film 
screening in Toronto. Read on for a taste of Orwell.
Link Here.

Bleach Out

2005-11-06T22:02:00.000-07:00

Trying not to laugh at the new hair color. The team did it, all of us, so that helps a little.

Troy Briggs at Gallery 500

2005-11-06T21:53:00.000-07:00

Troy Briggs opened a new show this month at Gallery 500 in Portland OR. His work is becoming stronger with each new series. It has been an exciting year for Briggs. I quote: "Troy Briggs has been gaining much momentum in the Portland art scene over the past year. His work was recently selected by Sue Taylor for Portland Modern no. 2, he exhibited at Gallery 114, was selected for Disjecta's live auction, had work featured in the Cascade Aids Project auction, and contributed to Gallery 500's acclaimed exhibition, SinTax in December 2004."

The Rescue

2005-10-09T20:15:00.000-06:00

It has been "FOR-EVER, FOR-EVER" since I have posted here. But now I am back! Saved from the hounds, I am ready at last!

p.s. See Michael "Squints" Palledorous reference in this excellent photo progression: You need to click on this link. That is one of the greatest scenes from that wonderful film, The Sandlot.

Illustration Friday - Float

2005-10-09T20:12:00.000-06:00

Space man and his dog... floating through a nebulous otherworld. Comforting. (hand drawn and photo-shop-ed)

Radio.Blog and Tunes Tuesday - see sidebar

2005-09-20T21:38:00.000-06:00

I discovered a way to post my playlists for all to see. This set includes some live songs from Feist and Kings of Convenience (some of my very favorite bands). If you like their stuff, please, go buy some of it! I also tossed in one song from a local band that is no longer together... This one is for you Fishooke! We miss you guys.

p.s. enjoy

Illustration Friday: Depth

2005-09-14T22:01:00.000-06:00

Being sick this week and away during the weekend, I had no time to create new artwork. So, I have resorted to using one of my somewhat recent oil paintings. This painting is from Montserrat, in the hills above Barcelona, Spain. It is a beautiful place to visit... and a nice break from the city below.

Depart Earth. Just 5.78MB

2005-09-08T21:37:00.000-06:00

The Messenger space craft captures images during earth departure. The images were then compiled into a short movie. Click here for the awe inducing sequence.

Roots: Illustration Friday

2005-09-07T21:36:00.000-06:00

Entry for roots: I used ink and paper, added black background with Photoshop, and used the eraser to get the soft edges.

Check out these ninjas! Totally Sweet!

2005-09-07T19:51:00.000-06:00

I must have been 7 or 8 yrs old that Christmas. In the early morning, with snow blanketing the ground, white light showered into the living room where the tree was wrapped in presents. Little did I know what an amazing day it was going to be. I popped out of bed at dawn, as many kids do on Christmas morning...

I was a simple kid. I loved my family, cars, G.I. Joe and playing outside. G. I. Joe was by far my favorite toy. I was a hound for the new figures, the new vehicles, and all the cool stuff they came with. Among all the cool G.I. Joe toys in existence I most prized two figures that were extremely difficult to find.

Okay, back to the story: ...I woke my parents and we all gathered at the tree to open gifts...and then it happened, I picked up an oddly shaped present and tore open the paper. Within it I found, back to back, brand-new mint-condition fricken ninja G.I. Joe action figures! When I opened that present I was dumbfounded. It was beyond belief. I had scoured Targets, Kmarts, Playworlds, and every other major toy store in my city for a year straight... looking, always looking for the two coolest action figures ever! Then, in this one present I discover both of my favorite G.I. Joe characters: Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes. I guess my parents arrived at the store one night that December just as the delivery truck pulled up. My parents asked to examine the freshly trained recruits as they left the truck and entered retail. That night they found both rare figures and cleverly wrapped them together, making it my best Christmas gift of all time! Perhaps I exaggerate a little, but hey, why not!

So, if you have either of these dudes in a box under the stairs or something, let me know. It would be quite a treat to get a hold of them again. It was a long time ago that I gave my whole collection to one of the younger neighbor kids who ended up destroying them all! Oh well, it was time.

ARS bundles links for Katrina assistance

2005-09-05T14:30:00.000-06:00

Head over to this arstechnica article for a lot of good info and many avenues to help.

Illustration Friday: Detail of rough draft

2005-08-31T23:51:00.000-06:00

Peter the Pan - face detail

Illustration Friday: Dreams

2005-08-31T23:50:00.000-06:00

Ink sketch with Photoshop layers and lens flare - This is the unfinished rough... no time to get too serious... but it was fun! I hope you like it.

New linkage - see Impertinence

2005-08-29T22:25:00.000-06:00

on the sidebar.

Tunes Tuesday... Kings Of Convenience

2005-08-29T22:08:00.000-06:00

I saw these guys with some good friends on a cold night last winter. Feist was the opening act, making the whole show really solid. The small venue and the Boulder atmosphere made for a fun night... the music was really awesome. Check out both bands - KoC / Feist. Mushaboom is a really catchy tune by Feist (the video is on the site). Also, take a look at this KoC fan site for some live sessions available for download (free).

Hollywood faces more empty seats: Bad movies = bad sales

2005-08-25T19:32:00.000-06:00

This New York Times article taps in on the frequent “floppage” of this summer’s anticipated hits. This seems like a long time coming... I have read so much about decreasing sales in Hollywood recently. The funny part is listening to all the absurd reasons they have for people not going to the Cineplex. What does it really come down to? Well, the movies are getting worse and worse. This summer has had the worst movies since, well, last summer (which also sucked). So why are ticket sales dropping? Is it because the gas prices are too high to drive a mile and a half to the theatre? No. It is because there is so much good TV on these days? Obviously not. Is it the fault of “teh interweb!!11!?” Sorry, but no. I tell you, it is the craptakular selection, the cut and paste passionless films, the “star studded” heartless attempts at creativity. I think I have seen 2 movies at the theatre all summer, and I really like to go to the theatre. It is high time that Hollywood take ownership of the foulness of their film-making. For more reading and discussion click through to the Arstechnica article.

Here’s to hoping that the Brothers Grimm will be as wonderful as I imagine it can be! See the Film’s website Here. Check the incoming reviews Here.

WAC Monday did not happen

2005-08-16T15:31:00.000-06:00

no artwork was sent to me. shame.

David Shrigley - great stuff

2005-08-16T15:24:00.000-06:00

we sing and dance and steal things - David Shrigley illustration
see his art @ http://www.davidshrigley.com/

From sketchbook

2005-08-16T08:53:00.000-06:00

Things from Olivia # 1

Banksy’s Street Art & Museum Drops

2005-08-14T19:13:00.000-06:00

PapaRATzzi-at-the-Ritz. Street art and graffiti are taking back the street one wall at a time. Banksy is more phenomenon than person: reinterpreting fine art, expanding the impact of street art, creating meaningful imagery in prominent spaces everywhere. Get into Banksy’s site and become fascinated. http://www.banksy.co.uk/menu.html

Today's Second Serving. Tim Deluxe music video

2005-08-12T13:52:00.000-06:00

"Welcome back to the grand finale in Best in Breed. Sponsored by, Chunks Deluxe..."

To make sense of this post click HERE. Warning, clicking the link will result in the viewing of a slightly obscene, nearly hilarious, and very clever music video.

Tuesday Tunes... on Friday?

2005-08-12T12:51:00.000-06:00

The Rurals are The Wonderment's featured flavor of the week. The countryside of Devonshire is the surprising home of The Rurals uniquely soulful and jazzy deep-house arrangements. The music is clean and lifting like a breezy summer day (perfect for a long drive, house cleaning, gathering of friends). My favorite album thus far is "Emotional Feelings" which showcases the beautiful vocals of Marie Tweek. See the map of Devonshire below, created by Richard Blome circa 1673, for a sense of place. Further reward your senses by entering The Rurals website and the quality linkage therein.

p.s. The band hosts full sets mixed to order for the price of FREE. Find Andy Compton's 100.2MB "Floppy Disco mix" near the right side of the page. Enjoy and revisit.

W.A.C. Monday aka "Wonderment Art Contest" - Topic: Marvel

2005-08-08T15:19:00.000-06:00

Guidelines:

-All mediums and processes accepted.

-Send an email with the link (or url) to your website to wacmonday@yahoo.com (To link- simply post your image on your website and email the site address to me by Monday 8/15/05). If you do not have a website or blog you can get one free at Blogger.com <-free and fast.

-Images should be your interpretation of the weeks theme

-Everyone is welcome to compete

-Top submissions will receive some face time on The Wonderment. Winners also get bragging rights in our strong but young art community.

I’d like to see you get ‘all up ons’ this week’s topic. This week's topic is: Marvel.

As my newest friend would say: “Bring it son!”

Threadless Entry (VOTE NOW)

2005-08-08T14:35:00.000-06:00

Check the new link on the sidebar. It takes you to my design at Threadless.com. Once there you can register and vote for my design (if you think it worthy). Voting last only 5 more days - tell the whole family! Best wishes.

Bonster

Block Party aka Lego Fun

2005-08-03T14:12:00.000-06:00

Blasphemy with Lego: See The Brick Testament

Classic Comedy with Lego: View This

Comic Book Action with Lego: Click This

Tunes Tuesday

2005-08-02T14:10:00.000-06:00

Band of choice: Pink Martini

The website includes a web-radio: listen and enjoy.

Clever street art meet Pericles.

2005-08-02T00:26:00.000-06:00

First I walked past the bust of the Athenian statesman Pericles. The sculpture is used here to advertise the exhibition in Berlin.

2005-08-02T00:25:00.000-06:00

Walking a bit further I see this fine enhancement...

Pure Magical Atmosphere

2005-07-31T19:53:00.000-06:00

Gimme a quarter! Make it two!

Get more of this brand of goodness at swanksigns.org
credit for the above image goes to: Jeremy Frank.

And now… time for 'Flash' enhanced poetry.

2005-07-31T19:43:00.000-06:00

Born Magazine hosts these selections: Spring in Paris and Technology.

Enjoy.

In AMERICA, you verb object!

2005-07-30T22:50:00.000-06:00

This amended discourse on the grammar rules and topic relevance of Yakov Smirnoff jokes made me laugh out loud. – all names are replaced with “#####”

2 - Posted on Mar 21, 2005 at 9:07 AM by ####### Reply ####? i <3

6 - Posted on Mar 21, 2005 at 11:33 AM by ###### Reply In Soviet Russia Po Go's you

7 - Posted on Mar 21, 2005 at 12:38 PM by ###### Reply ALL
STOP WITH THE YAKOV SMIRNOFF JOKES...
You people are TERRIBLE at these things...
"In Soviet Russia Po Go's You"
That makes NO sense... Yakov's jokes at least make sense. Most of you idiots prob. don't even know who Yakov is... STOP THE SOVIET RUSSIA JOKES... its moronic...

8 - Posted on Mar 21, 2005 at 12:41 PM by ##### Reply #7 -- In Soviet Russia, joke stops you!!!

Sorry, I could not resist (and at least that makes more sense that #6's russia joke)! ;)
9 - Posted on Mar 21, 2005 at 1:25 PM by ####### Reply Smirnoff....mmmm That reminds me I need some more Vodka.

In Soviet Russia #7 Smirnoff's you!
10 - Posted on Mar 21, 2005 at 1:28 PM by ####### Reply *sigh* we need a grammar lesson before SOME of us are allowed to continue with the Soviet Russia jokes.
Rule #1: subject-object concordance. If "you eat p****" ["let them eat p****"] [direct object], then in soviet russia, "p**** eats you!" [direct object].

If you can't switch them and have it make any sense, don't do it! Or if you get phrasal verbs: "run over, run into, run down...." make sure they can 1.TAKE an object, 2.be reversed without pitifully restructuring the verb.

Carry On

so kids, play it safe. ;)

#####

06-24-2005, 08:25 PM

What are you talking about?

#######

06-24-2005, 08:27 PM

That was cheesy; Stalin's probably rolling in his grade, and the KGB is most likely on their way to get you for that comment.

#######

06-24-2005, 08:44 PM

Why would Stalin roll in his grave, when it is obviously Yakov Smirnoff who should be suing for copyright infringement?

But then again, in SOVIET RUSSIA, lawsuits bring you!

######

06-24-2005, 08:49 PM

you guys don't know about the "in soviet russia" online object verb order?

nvm.

####

06-24-2005, 08:53 PM

geek jokes are not funny thank you

######

06-24-2005, 09:12 PM

you guys don't know about the "in soviet russia" online object verb order?

What online object verb order? Just a tired one-liner by a tired comedian.

######

06-24-2005, 09:15 PM

well then. i guess now we sit and cry. sniff.

#######

06-24-2005, 11:06 PM

######: In the USSR, a test like the SAT determined if you beecame a doctor or a factory worker. Even worse, it was a one shot deal.

uhh no... it's a common joke... in america A (verb) B... in soviet russia B (verb) A

#########

06-24-2005, 11:08 PM

A common rage joke...

In America...You work for your money. In Soviet Russia..WE HAVE NO MONEY!

#######

06-25-2005, 12:16 AM

Quote: #####: In the USSR, a test like the SAT determined if you beecame a doctor or a factory worker. Even worse, it was a one shot deal.

That's a very simplistic and 1960's-esque overgeneralization. Besides, you could say that same thing about the American system. I doubt someone with a 400 in each section will see the day where the letters MD follow his name...

Not to mention that you obviously did not catch the reference to that crappy Russian comedian who I thankfully haven't had the misfortune to see for years.

#######

06-25-2005, 02:35 AM

If you don't get it, don't worry. Its just a joke.

######

06-25-2005, 06:44 AM
Quote: "it was a one shot deal."

humm...no, it wasn't like that. There were usually many different factors which ultimately determined one's fate - wheater he/she would become a doctor or a worker. For example, some people weren't allowed to obtain higher education just because of their parents....father had fought on the German side, former intellectual elite, really rich family etc.

#######

06-25-2005, 10:30 AM

Hmm... about the SAT influencing your career, my dad got like a 1050 and became a doctor, and my mom got somewhere like an 1100 and got a doctorate in biochemistry, so really, it doesn't mean anything.

######

06-25-2005, 10:32 AM

only in ammmmmmerica.........*with music*

#######

06-25-2005, 10:41 AM

GUYS IT IS A JOKE.

nvm, it's a joke in the online programming community

In AMERICA, you verb object!

IN SOVIET RUSSIA object verb you!

Quotes from the message boards of Geekdom: Friday’s Favorites

2005-07-29T17:40:00.000-06:00

These selections are copied from a miscellany of tech sites and gaming forums. Enter with caution.

1. In soviet Russia Family Guy watches you!

2. [Anonymous New Line Cinema Lawyer: "Peter Jackson is an incredible filmmaker who did the impossible on 'Lord of the Rings,' " this lawyer said. "But there's a certain piggishness involved here. New Line already gave him enough money to rebuild Baghdad, but it's still not enough for him."

Response: “So let me get this straight.... he doesn't deserve what the contract you signed with him says ‘New Line’ because he can already choke all the world’s hippos with his cash?”]

3. The thing is a lot of these idiots wouldn't know 'info', even if they had 'INFO' tattooed into their foreheads with a fluorescent pink jackhammer

4. Any mother****er that writes AI for birds has got 5 outta 5 chainsaws in my lunatics guide to bada** mutha ****as.

5. Well you see Arthur, we're a constitutional monarchy now. No you can't do much but you get to wear this neat hat… KING ARTHUR EXILED TO CASTLE GREYSKULL

A new link in the daedal cord of life

2005-06-30T23:26:00.000-06:00

Check the newest addition under the "links" sidebar. Aaron and Heather enter blogdom. Her belly swelled and their hands enfolded, life is intricate.

best wishes fine people,

Love,
Daniel

Now back to Wonderment: ENTER THE FUTURE

2005-06-27T16:03:00.000-06:00

Again I rely on the hilarious and relevant reflections of Hannibal over at Arstechnica.com. The recent entry titled, "Ten things I learned about the future at Wired NextFest" made me laugh out loud. See below for an excerpt:

"Speaking of the elderly, the senior citizens of the future won't roll around in wheelchairs—not even cool robotic wheelchairs like those invented by Dean Kamen. Instead, they'll have robotic exoskeletons that will make them much stronger and faster than the non-elderly. So in addition to being the largest voting block in future elections, they'll also have superhuman strength and speed. If I were a politician, I'd make sure that the elderly of the future get great healthcare coverage, and I wouldn't even think about doing anything to reduce their social security benefits. You do not want to incur the wrath of our robotically enhanced, geriatric overlords (or their Phillip K. Dick android companions)." Link

Rise of The Motherland Vol 2

2005-06-24T16:00:00.000-06:00

“Ultimately, it's looking less and less like we have any sort of basic right to control our personal information—our identity—and how that information is used by business and government.” Arstechinica.com

You may recall the entry a few weeks back about the transit line poster titled “Protect the Motherland.” Arstechnica.com relays a nice post on a related topic: Big Brother is not just watching - he is pulling out the night-vision binoculars. National ID badges and loss of property rights, oh the USA! Additionally, you may want to checkout the CNN story about today’s ruling, and I quote: “The Supreme Court on Thursday ruled that local governments may seize people's homes and businesses -- even against their will -- for private economic development.” Link

News like this makes me nauseous. It's either that or the burrito I had for lunch...

Illustration Friday - Black and White

2005-06-18T19:16:00.000-06:00

Illustration Friday entry: Theme "Black & White." I started with an ink sketch and then added some Photoshop effects. What do you think?

Lightness Illusions

2005-06-14T17:33:00.000-06:00

These illusions are pretty cool. What I see in the picture above (A and B are the same value) still makes me smile with disbelief! Some of these illusions are unexpectedly strong. Check the link to visit the great site. http://web.mit.edu/persci/people/adelson/checkershadow_illusion.html

Protect the Motherland!

2005-06-09T10:59:00.000-06:00

Commuter train poster (line running between Baltimore and DC) recalls Soviet propaganda art. Is it a sign of the times or smart guerilla art? See link for source: http://artiloop.blogspot.com/2005/06/soviet-america.html

Next Gen Tech: Project Offset

2005-06-09T10:40:00.000-06:00

A few guys in an apartment created this beautiful game engine. Take a look at the sneak peek video. http://projectoffset.com/

Illustration Friday Entry - Digital

2005-06-03T19:51:00.000-06:00

Illustration Friday Entry. This week's theme: Digital. Drawing the ipod dancer was the fun part. Check the link to participate: http://www.illustrationfriday.com/

Street Soccer vol.1

2005-05-29T22:02:00.000-06:00

Jason and Keyan started this thing we lovingly call “street.” Except “STREET!” is nearer to how we pronounce it. When I say lovingly, I mean endearingly, as in wrapped in swaddling clothes sleeping in a manger and surrounded by sheep and heavenly host. Now, take the swaddling clothes and turn them into a fitted elasti-cotton halter dress and turn the Holy Child into Adriana Lima standing in the light of a Valencian summer and you get the picture. “STREET!” is a union of holy things.

Blasphemy aside, this is one of our stories of street soccer:

Near the elementary school there are a couple tennis courts that haven’t been touched by the reviving hand of the parks service in at least three years; we’ve been counting. Beside the weed-encroached courts is a caged rectangle of even more neglected tarmac. Chained-link lines the east and west sides, and green cinderblock encloses the two ends. This forgotten space is our playground, our sandlot.

It is winter break with a few inches of snow blanketing the earth. I read a book while lying in bed, barely fighting off the boredom. It must be after midday and the low swinging sun is glazing the gray walls with warmth and light. The phone rings. “We’re playing STREET! at 2:00.” The magic words come. I rise, slip on shoes, a long sleeve shirt, and grab my shovel. I wind my way to the court at the park near the school and the church, surrounded on all sides with the middle of all middle class neighborhoods, as the sun is greeting the tops of the trees.

I opt for no hood. The brisk afternoon is tamed by the long low light of the sun. A few of the guys are there with a couple girls, everyone dressed to play. Hats are turned to the nonsensical 35 degree angle. Kids take turns running stripes of snow into the chain-link like a field manager mowing the Bernabeu. I do my part. Ice is built up at the south side from the cast shadow of the tall cinderblock end wall. The plastic shovels are a paltry tool for the task. The ice stays. I chip at the edges of the hard-pack while more cars arrive, parking the forerunners into their spaces.

After so many times playing here we have met more and more people that come out to play with us. Many have been coming for years, alone, just to kick against the block walls. Now they play with us, catching games when they can. They brighten up just talking about what it is now, about meeting up again next time.

We set the shovels against the fence by the color wheel of Nalgene bottles and cell phones. It is a traditional four on four, two teams on, one team out. First team to two keeps the court. Three guys and a girl play on each team. I can’t recall how we decide who is defending the ice sheet.

When you stand there you can feel it, almost humming. The sunsets are more beautiful there, and it seems you can run and run, like you will never need to stop. It is, at times, the center of the universe. It is full of magic and sometimes I can see it all, even as I participate in it. This is the great thing, the great truth about it – bringing me into contact with what is always there and what I only sometimes see.

The sun is turning us orange and our long blue-purple shadows reach into the snow clumped grass to the east. I still remember the particular faces and gestures of the kids.

These moments are crystalline, etched in my memory. Chris’s big shoes and flopping hair are in constant action. He is always moving when he has the ball, swerving and cutting, purposeful and playful. His hair exaggerates his darting runs, gliding forward and back like the oars of a rowing crew. His spirit is light but solid. His play is the mirror of his character, embodying the balance of traits needed to guide our school team next year. Kelly’s hair is made even redder by the long light, and her eyes are the cool complement of that warmth. She is like a drawing of focus. The epicenter of that focus is her intensely calm eyes. There is no smile on her nearly pursed lips, but there is palpable joy in every quick-sharp step of her gray tennis shoed feet. She has some of the fastest feet I have ever played with. I am reminded of that fact every time she cuts around me with her capable right foot. Kenny is a super hero with dashing speed and glowing uncombed hair streaming nearly straight up. His spry body looks like it could chew up 200 meters with ease- like he is made of lightning and air. He too cuts and swerves, a sort of un-identical twin brother of Chris. There are others and they have their tricks and skills. They are made of the same good things, and I am in awe of them all today. They are radiant under that sacred light.

The goals back then were drawn on the green walls with street chalk, usually white or light pastel. The rest was already there including elementary school graffiti, barking dogs, and weed-infested asphalt. The almost unusable degraded surface chews up shoes, knees, and hands with ease, making tennis (its original purpose) impossible. Most people walk past places like this, never even seeing them, intentionally looking past them. What is not seen by others is for us a secret garden, a sanctuary at the center of everything. How is it possible that something so wonderful exists in plain sight, almost glowing, and yet goes unnoticed?

We played until the dark made it impossible to distinguish the ball from the court, the sky from the wall. We walked, or limped, off the court laughing and breathing hard. We stood in the snow and joked about how many times we fell, awkwardly, defending the ice sheet, about how many times Kenny shot the ball over the wall, about who had the sweetest moves or luckiest saves, and about how we should play again tomorrow. We did play again tomorrow, and the next tomorrow, and almost every day of that break. It was a great day of soccer, full of incredible and ridiculous moments, humor and joy. It was like every other day of STREET! I can recall.

My walk in the park

2005-05-29T01:00:00.000-06:00

Park sign in Valencia, Spain tells visitors to pee on path and other useful tips.

TheWonderment first post.

2005-05-27T22:01:00.000-06:00

Welcome. This could be fun.

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