8 posts tagged “qotd”
330 Peeps hanging out with their friends,
hoping to score tickets to Fashion Week (or something)
So the votes are in and counted and we took second place at CoffeeTalking. I don't think there's a prize for it but it's all good. Thanks to everybody who voted.
If you get time do check out some of the other entries. Many of them were created by an 8 yr. old boy named Travis. It seems he has a new hobby with the Peep thing. That's pretty creative and my hat's off to him.
First Friday, April 4, is the official judging for the 1st Annual Peep Arts Competition in Downtown Bethlehem. I did a little Easter-Morning Reconnaissance and found Fleur di Peep hainging out at Clothesline Organics. The stores were closed so I didn't get pics but I'll be in attendance for the judging. DC's going with me so you're pretty much assured of getting more pics. He is, afterall, the official photographer around here.
Once the investigation di Peep was finished we took a ride to visit Christopher.
QotD: Stolen Goods
What's the most valuable thing you've ever had stolen?
He's doing well and quite busy spreading Anger. Fact is, he copped the latest issue of the Angry Bunny tee to give to one of his friends. There seems to be a whole street team developing in Hackettstown, NJ. That's pretty special. Thanks, Kenn!
Which runway show at New York Fashion Week do you wish you could attend?
Custo Barcelona, but of course
You're the DJ: what are the next five songs coming up after the break?
^ Sean Paul - Temperature
^ Santana ft. Rob Thomas - Smooth
^ Matchbox Twenty - Disease
^ shakira feat. wyclef jean - Hips Don't Lie
^ wyclef jean "if i was president"
Would you go on vacation by yourself, and if so where would you go?
Submitted by Sean & Stefan.
Been there. Done that.
Mid-June, 1996, I took off on a solo bicycle excursion from Easton, PA to Ocean City, NJ. As it was, I left much later than I had originally planned and, because of this, I ended up spending the first night [Sunday night] at a little motel just outside of Cherry Hill, NJ. Not that that's horrible. It's about 85 miles.
The next morning, Monday, I left at the crack of dawn and covered the remaining 60 - 70 miles in about 8 hours. This is a pretty pathetic pace for a road rider but it was pouring rain when I left and that made for rather slow going. Too: I had a small accident, having traversed an all but invisble puddle just outside of Berlin at the wrong angle. LSMS: I hydroplaned and was launched into flight, skidding across someone's driveway while my bike was sent in the opposite direction. Fortunately the pavement was very wet and I was able to get up without even the smallest of scratches.
I rode out of the rain somewhere around Pleasantville and into a clime that was damned near tropical with temps in the mid 90's. The storm, having passed through the area, deposited the usual debris and washes of sand along the shoulder of the road. Trying to ride through the muck left me with a flat tire and I was forced to pull off to fix the flat. Still I'd really have to ask myself what a trip like this would be if I didn't get 1 flat tire. *g*
Being that I had taken the longest and wrongest route, heading out on the White Horse Pike, I stopped at the State Police barracks near Atco and asked for directions in order to avoid riding through the infamous New Jersey Pine Barrens.
When I walked into the office I immediately asked the officer at the desk for his thoughts on a safer course rather than going down through the Pine Barrens. He looked at me, decked to the 9's in my PI apparel, covered head to toe in mud and road dirt, with a kind of sideways glance and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was taking a ride from Easton, PA to Ocean City, NJ on my bike.
He said, "What kind of bike?" and I responded, "Well a Cannondale, of course."
After he went outside and took a look at my fully packed bike, he immediately asked who was with me.
"Well," I said, "Me, Myself, and I" and he responded with a hearty, "Really?! --- Why?!"
Then a strong look of concern crossed his face. After offering to fill my water bottles he took me gently by the elbow and escorted me outside. "Here's what I want you to do," he said. "Stay on this road. Just go straight until you come to a very big intersection. That's Route 9. You can't miss it. Take Route 9 south to the shore points. It'll get you to Ocean City."
Having lived in South Jersey, I know the area fairly well. It was a matter of lack of forethought that landed me here - not a lack of knowledge. But, since I was already this far off course, I decided to do just as he suggested. What I hadn't known, and what I will always be thankfully amused by, is that he obviously radioed the cops in the towns ahead and had arranged for a loose sort of police escort down the entire route. As I crossed over a town line, a police cruiser would slowly pass by me, the officer would wave, and proceed to wait for me at the end of their jurisdiction. Then another would pick me up along the route, slow down, smile, wave, pullover and watch me ride on by.
Be still my heart...
By 3 pm that afternoon I was standing on the causeway, looking across from the mainland to the island of Ocean City. Bicycles aren't allowed on the causeway so I stopped into the information booth to ask for temporary permission. The ladies in there, both in their mid 60's, were amazed and intrigued by my tale and granted me a pass, "more or less" to cross. Of course, they said, if the police saw me I would have some explaining to do.
No worries. I crossed without incident, checked into my hotel, and spent the next 2 days carbo-loading and laying around on the beach.
On Thursday morning I packed my gear and headed out as the sun was breaching the horizon. My goal for the day was to head up the Black Horse Pike, cut off through Camden, and cross back into Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by way of the Ben Franklin Bridge. Once over the Ben Franklin, I headed through town and picked up Broad Street / Route 611, past Temple University. North Broad Street is not necessarily the best section of the city but it did provide the quickest and most direct route back to Easton.
Quickest, in this case, amounts to nearly 150 miles, traversed in one 15 hour day. Really, it's my proudest accomplishment and my personal best --- The Haze 300 -- which remains, to this day, untouched by anyone else that I know.
This comfy fit, classic a-line, draw string skirt was sewn from 2 vintage tees
It has a flat hip measurement of 18" and is 21.50" long. It fits a size 4-6 quite comfortably and will fit up to a size 8 a bit more snuggly. The classic A-Line design is flattering to most figures.
Please note that this skirt is hot off the work board and is going to be further embellished with a discharged design.
Don't forget...
Entries to this contest are now being accepted until midnight on Monday, April 30, 2007 EDST.
Please be sure that you read all of the rules, regulations and requirements. I need all of this info in order to actually create the prize for the winner and I don't want to have to track anyone down at the end of the contest.
Any - and all - incomplete entries will be discarded
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What is one of your favorite poems?
Submitted by marvel is my pen name.H. D.
White-coiffed, white-boned, white-eyed,
This is a strange love.
I am the goatman
To your ice nymph,
You sculptress
Of petals
Of salt.
Yet I am drawn toward you
As the red thread is drawn
Through the eye of the needle.
A drop of sweat
Hangs from that needlepoint.
My sweat,
Goat sweat.
And in that droplet
You are reflected
Like a naked woman
In a distant window
All can see,
And see nothing.
What is all this stuff about “the gods”?
What are they to you,
A modern woman?
Did you escape from the Athens National Museum?
Are you a cave-cricket?
Do you have no tan-lines?
Do you eat only crushed ice?
Do you even listen
To the questions
Of men?
Are they all liars, betrayers, faithless,
Cruel to the fragile, breakers of hymens,
Piercers of beauty?
Do you really have
Their skins on your wall?
If this is possible in the mind
Could it be modern?
I dont know. I do not.
This is like french-kissing a mummy
Or building a snowman
In a blacksmith’s shop
Hopeless.
I ache like testicles
After five hours of necking
When I read your stark
Poems. Each one a white
Petal veined
With purple, untouchable,
Easily bruised.
And I a proponent
Of the colloquial.
There is no Hell.
There is only separation
And selfish fear, there’s only
Difference, that delicious pull
Of the opposite
For its poisonous prey.
I eat you out.
Yes! blasphemous! I do it!
The light and ice
Of you that drip
Down my beard
Taste like rosewater
Of kulfi icecream.
You do not move a muscle.
My erection seems suddenly
Animalian and comic.
I seem an inferior being,
Fixed in time,
Prior to ideas.
Gross, violent, pitiable,
I slobber and grunt, a hog,
While you gaze at space
In pain, in the red
Claws of a thought.
Stiff as coral, runny as brie.
White-coiffed, white-boned, white-eyed,
H.D.
- Stan Rice, Fear Itself; Alfred A Knopf, 1997
*** H.D, Hilda Doolittle, was an avant-garde imagist poet, aligned with Ezra Pound. I'll spare you the biography - Wikipedia has already done a more than credible job.Have you ever started a trend? Followed one?
Submitted by It's Raining Calculators.
As Southwitch made note, Yeah. Back in the 80's I had the big hair, bigger earrings, flowered Bongo jeans, Capezio shoes and all of that.
Since I've come into my own, however, I can honestly say that I try to avoid the ultra-hip and oh-so trendy trap. That is not to say that I'm not into fashion & design or that I ignore it. I'm a designer and I garner most of my work from one end of the fashion industry or another so I really have to be aware of what's going on across a wide range of markets.
Personally, however, I like to buy one of a kind pieces, signature pieces that no one else has, and sport them around for a month or two. They can be vintage selections of clothing or accessories or independent designers' trunk show samples, etc. That being said, I always try to hook them up in a very current way, borrowing form the current seasonal color palettes and silhouettes to make it work. This mode of making fashion trends work for me hasn't failed yet and I am not likely to change now.
Recently, while working with another designer on several trendy projects, she turned and said, "You really have your own style and I admire you for that. I'm not saying that it would work for everybody - but it works for you. That's something - really something"... This was the biggest compliment, especially coming from her, and I took it to heart. Since I fully intend to start my own line in the not so distant future, it's something that I'm banking on. And I'm banking on it big time.
How do you beat writer's block?...
I'm not sure if it's fair for me to answer this question since I work more as an illustrator and haven't put more than 24 words onto any substrate in 2-3 years. I do, however, think that a creative block is a creative block, regardless of your chosen medium. So here's my more-or-less, sure-fire way to banish the block
If I'm stuck on inspiration for a client I talk to them at length. I may call to schedule a meeting or just have a telephone conversation. I'm honest and open about it too. A conversation might go something like this: "I'm having trouble putting my creative finger on this project for you and I think we need to go over your ideas in more detail. You said you were looking for [insert part of original conversation/description] and this is where I think I'm not really connecting to it, [insert feelings on project here]. I think it would really help if we discussed your vision in more detail...
This has worked every time and has earned me a heap of respect for getting the client really involved in the process. They like that and it has not failed me yet.
If it's a purely creative situation I call any number of my friends and talk to them about whatever is going on in their lives. For instance, my friend, Marla Duran, was on Project Runway. After it was all said and done we had a conversation about how Santino was in person and the stuff that he said on camera and how she felt about it. Thus, the Project Vanity series was born.
Another time I was talking to one of my oldest friends. She's single and has been having a rather difficult time with certain aspects of her love life. It kind of revolved around 1 person, who I also know, and who she has been involved with, off and on, for something like 15 years or so. This HUGE conversation gave impetus to String Theory: Series II.
Fact is, the entire String Theory thing, series I, II, and III, all came from similar forms of inspriation. Of course, this works well for me because I have a natural tendency/fancy for complex psycological stuff [the deeper, the darker, the better] so anything that fuels my emotional fire is food and fodder.
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