tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31730114236467465402011-07-28T16:47:14.876-05:00a spoonful of goodness. take 2 doses every 8 hours for maximum effect.grace honghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060383697483898377noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3173011423646746540.post-6652652343446610032008-10-27T21:43:00.002-05:002008-10-27T21:46:34.144-05:00

*ahem* In response to multiple pokes, I am now announcing my move to tumblr. I may come back to The Daily Spoon. Probably will, actually. We'll see.

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Yes, that is the sole purpose of this post.Mine is the one on the left, and Laura's is on the right.Bzzzzzz.

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I just saw The Dark Knight. I can't even think right now, my brain is just like...AHHHHHHH.It was awesome.I would totally go see it again.Heath Ledger's performance as the Joker was amazing and genuinely scary.Oh my god I want to go see it again.I wonder if there will be a third Batman movie. I hope so. Though it'll be really difficult to up this one.In other news...I noticed a couple of previews

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Um. I realized I haven't posted in like a week. So my dad gave me an "assignment." He wanted me to paint from a picture of the forests at the smoky mts.I think he meant a different picture, but I used this one:And I started with this weird crap painting I had lying around:And I just laid the silhouettes of the trees over it. I don't want to make it too realistic.Now I have to finish the leaves. -

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Look at my pancakes!! Aren't they gorgeous??I used a recipe for scotch pancakes. And they're really delicious. Actually, this is the third time I've made this since finding the recipe two weeks ago. And they come out better and better each time I make them (they were really bad-looking the first time, but we still ate them cause they were still the best. pancakes. ever.) Sigh. I could really use

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I was bored this Sunday, because I somehow got stuck at church for five hours, so that led to...more bob comics. Notice how drawing 101 apparently hasn't improved my jar-drawing skills...in my defense, I was using a sharpie :PI'm posting these because I have an essay due tomorrow and I haven't fulfilled my quota of

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Just how many works-in-progress do I have?NINE.It makes me want to tear my hair out. I finished one thing, at least:Portrait of my grandpappy for his birthday. :)But here come the yet-to-be-finished...(oh god)Numero uno:I like this one. They were conjoined at first (can you tell?), but I decided to make them two people. :) I think I'll put them in fancy ball gown type things. But that means

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Yes, this is a post about food. I am now going to bombard you with pictures of it just so you start feeling hungry deep down in your tummy. Why all these pictures? Cause I made food today. And I'm darn proud of myself.Let's start off with some lovely blackberries Dad got from uh...Sam's Club, I think. I didn't make er...grow them, but I did clean them. See how yummy they look?And yes, they're on

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Just saw WALL-E. First reaction: SOOO CUTE!I did like the first half better than the second--probably because I felt the "save the earth and ourselves" thing came on a little too strong. But it's not like they didn't have a point, either.I loved the beginning. The landscape--can I call it that if it's trash?--was really, really beautiful. Prettiest landfill I've ever seen. And the scene where

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Haha, yes, I know, second post today. But I really love Mixwit -- it works kinda like muxtape.com, except (pros) you can edit the look of your mixtape, etc. and upload it to other sites, and (con) you have to search for the songs using an online music search thing. But I'm really excited by this! And of course, I immediately made my own. :)And I found a really cool site -- Cassette From My Ex,

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I painted this the other day.I really have no idea where it came from, but I like it.And I drew this incredibly complex comic.It's really weird having nothing to do. Except for, you know, class and work. Blegh.I don't know if I hate it or love it!Oh! I was thinking of things to do, and I just realized I could watch Arrested Development! Silly me.

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I didn't know you then, now did I girl?I didn't see the brave girl so near me.That just popped into my head. Kings of Convenience. Anywaaays, I finally got the photobook done for our trip, and I've ordered it and now I'm waiting for it in the mail! I'm really anxious about it--like what if the photos look really bad in print? or the colors come out wrong? or, or, or....!Enough worrying. Behold,

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Wheeew! I am really tired after all that hiking we did. Ugh. Tons of opportunities for photos, though, which I'm going to go through and make a photobook thingy of. :D Maaaaany photos to come soon, so watch out~!!So, onto randomness:tengo la camisa negra (aka the playlist of my life).I skipped the foreign titles, btw, since they wouldn't be any fun to type or read. :PIF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY

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Goin to the Smoky Mountains tomorrow~!Yaaaayy! *happy dance*If you don't hear from me in a couple days, I've been eaten by a black bear. Rowr.Look at mah shooes. I am going on a jourrrney~

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AHHHH I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes. MY LEGS LOOK LIKE A FRICKIN WAR ZONE.Ahem. Anyways...WALL-E's out!! And I really want to go see it~ Yes, I know, I sound like a little kid and I don't care. So it turns out that WALL-E's love interest in the film, EVE, was designed partly by Jonathan Ive, from Apple! EVE is a cutie. And she also resembles the Automator icon an awful lot. Info & pic via

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So Esther and I had our second tennis lesson today. Our coach is great--really friendly and enthusiastic. But my arms are killing me right now, especially since before this my idea of exercise was, like...picking up a paintbrush. Okay, a little more than that, but still.I don't have any pictures today. I haven't really arted around much, either.Oh! But I have read My Antonia, and I really did

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the towel and his dour mask of folds frown.the hulking creature draping his arms over my chair eyes me hungrily.caves for closets and blackboards for windows.the night speaks to me in another language--I send my ears out,I still.some say that the deaf are blessed.

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or is it: I'm timeless like a broken watch? Hmm. Song lyrics are cool. That one was from Interpol's "Take You On A Cruise," btw. AAHH I love that song.Anyways, I don't think you could call this a short story, because it's too...short? Ha. I guess it's just: one almost-sentence with two paragraphs following it.--------------------------------------------snip snip.there was a lady who couldn’t

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We (of all things) peeled garlic today (woof! the smell!).LOTS AND LOTS OF GARLIC.And afterwards I washed my hands with lots and lots of soap.But then I started playing with my food (naturally).More at my flickr, cause I'm a crazy art kid like that.I'm gonna be much busier next week, and probably won't have time to take silly pictures of my food :) Somehow I landed tutoring jobs with 2 kids from

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Hola! Long time no see~!Look at what Grace did today--She helped her mom out in the kitchen and chopped green onions! And she also found out that it's fun to put the ends all in a little row, from smallest to biggest!And then she scrambled them like this:And then she stood some up like this and made cool shadows:And then she decided she should stop obsessing over them. And stop talking in third

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What an inspiring title! XDAnother collage "experiment":This was a Prada ad. Now...it's this.Brings to mind that plagiarism rule...what was it? It had to be 75% changed? XDAlright, here's a work in progress:My mom's reaction: You look so sad! You look like you're crying!My dad's reaction: What's up with the duck??LOLI think I'm going to have to move over my right eye...seems I always make my eyes

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Sigh...computer troubles. I am now waiting for new Installation Discs, since there's something mysteriously wrong with the ones that came with my laptop.It's a good thing my dad got me AppleCare for my computer...it sure came in handy. I learned a few things:1. Do not try to customize your login window if you don't know what you're doing. And if you think you might know what you're doing, you're

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Here we go on a magical mystery tour through...yes, my room.I lack uber-special photo merge skills, alas...Apologies for the long post :)So that's the door you would go through. Unless you had magic powers, and could go through walls. Which I wish I could. Anyways.This is what you'd see upon first coming into my room!Yup, that's a drawing of a wrench. And if you look very closely at the music

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I found these at a garage sale today, and now they're hanging up in my room: The first one says "Krabben, Krabben. Shrimps, fresh caught shrimps. "The second one says "Bohn ____ Hofbohn. French beans from the farm." I think they're illustrations from a book. So cute! I wonder what the language is.Now my record clock has two vintage friends!This was made from an old record and clock Esther and I

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ingredients:1 fashion adscissorsMod-Podgecolored papersidewalksAnd this is where I would put in a cut to, you know, save space and all, but I've tried and gotten nowhere. So a long post it is.So today we walked to Ethan Allen, since we're moving out soon and all, and we need some furniture for our new place. And Ethan Allen's not too far from our house. So we walked there, even though we had to

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here's why:AHAHA great ad. I love it.from Ads of the World

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AHAHA these are so cute:"Illegally Parked"that says "FIXED PENALTY NOTICE," btw."Rush Hour"more here.

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the mornings are too bright for me, love--I long for winter's pale face.everything is empty now save yourspider-silk scarf, cool as the wind.I know, I should put on a t-shirt and face the day.I turn off my cell phone--the expectant silence rings too harshly in my ears.the clothes are all folded away--I'm leaving like I always do.the blinds snap shut and the lights go out.I stand on the cool

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we are going to sipseycreek--that's where the trees growlike wild things.you will dip your feet in thewater and scatter tinyschools of fish.I will grab ribs from the grilland wipe my juice-dripping fingerson cheap napkins.it's where you will turn andsay to me:we are all the blanket.-----------------------------it's the end of april already! so napowrimo is officially over, but hopefully the poems

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bad habit this has turned out to be.here are three (again :P)-------------------------------your hair.your ankles, cool and pale in the pulsing moonlight.your fingers.hush--the silence speaks.-----------------------------manifestonothing you can say canweigh as much as the wayyou do say.nothing you can do cankill as much as how youlose when you don't do.all you need is love,you're sure, but

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I'm all poemed out. let's wait til tomorrow.

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oh noes! I broke my promise :(.here are three.I'm really creeptastic today. I blame Lost. and the donor heart in Rat Race.----------------------------when I saw you, you were drowningthe dead fish.the white shells like bones on the black shore.the wind blowing against your bare neck.your blank-faced reflection.the dark water.the cold hands pulling you in.--------------------------------Gasping

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I prooomise, I will write two poems tomorrow. two!*crawls into bed*

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or, absence.a faded trash bag on the worn carpet, a fingerprint on a photo's edgewhere you, standing, lifted it up to the light--the ghost of your smile in the edges of my teeth in the mirror,your laugh in the echoing chambers, the reflecting prisms.I finger my fraying sweater. to and fro on the rocking horse,nursery rhymes and tattle tales--I asked you once, but not now.blinking, I close the

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Time trips--falling stars knocked off their orbits,a large black hand blotting the sun.The earth tilts wildly on its axis.I look up and reach out a blind hand--catching falling stars is all part of the game.

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We're rainbow kidssitting in the parking lot,smoking and talking.Pete sings a half-song under his smoky breath.His red dreads reach for his dirtied laces.I spot a cavern behind the cracks in his teeth.Lena pushes up her glasses,thrifty cool and thrifty cheap.Her eyes flit around the parking lot like birds--now the gummed-up sneakers,now the buzzing light pole.I look at my black boots and smile.

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1. pack upand clean upand store it all upfor the summer.2. move outand head southand see different faces.3. store shitand draw shitand leave shit behind.4. clean upand say goodbyeand remember to say good byes.5. fill out formsand turn in formsand make sure they get done.6. keep a journaland hold it tightand don't ever lose sight.7. leave themand love themand wait to tell themhello again.8. leave

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Take these words,hug them to your chest,place them softly on your lips,internalize them.We are only what we areuntil we feel something greater.

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I sat with my father,a tin of colored pencils between us.The colors were unsharpened and new.We sharpened them allwith our tiny metal sharpeners,one by one,until the tin gleamed with pencil pointsand the trash can overflowed with thepencil shavings of my father's love.---------------------------I think I missed a day.

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In kindergarten they gave us glass jars,clean and smooth in the light.I pasted thin rectangles of tissue paper,red for flowers and blue for sky,on the shining glass to make it beautiful.When I held the jar to the light again,the paper made colors of its own where the rectanglesoverlapped and made cool shadows on the glass.When I met you, I saw red bloom on your cheeks like tulips,and I wanted to

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I didn't know you in the forestwhere the trees like pale white bonesrose up behind your dark silhouette.I didn't know you in the black poolwhere the deep waters gazed at your faceand reflected it back in darkness.I only knew you after I had calledyour unnameable name into the windand felt your tears wet my cheeks,hot and heavy as milk.-------------------------------------this one's for yesterday

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put on some songs,ones that are slow and a little sad.put on some songs that unfold like bittersweet green tea,that tap their rhythms across my tongue,that kiss my eyelids with soft lipsand hang in the air like rose water--songs that start in darkness and dawn slowly,wavering in the half-light.put on some songs,put on some songs.------------oh noes! I forgot to write a poem yesterday! I must

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you:on the phone, on the phone,talking talkingdropped call.I:sitting here, sitting here,thinking thinkingdropped thought.we're at that stage I knew we'd hit:arm against arm,anger against anger,not speaking what we each can hearstraining in the tones of our voices.

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rainwater reflectsmuddy earth and open sky--look, a glint of lightthese tragic cookies--through a baking mishap, theyturned out like brownies.-----------------------haha, this is what happens when grace gets lazy...lame haikus! hahaha...

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the devil's out to get me,he says,brushing his hair back with hasty fingers.I sit and wait.be careful what you wish for,he whispers.(to himself?)red rabbit red rabbit red rabbithe says.I sigh and tip my chair back.tell me about the rabbits.no I can't tell you about the rabbits.why.I can't.I sigh and tip my chair forward.okay.okay.-----------------------------I have nooo idea what this is. take

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Your tender wrist,your snapping bones.You dance in circles before my eyes,all twigs and grace on the wooden stage.You are a brittle leaf I could cracklebetween my fingers.Your collarbone is the whitewisp from the cigarettes you smoke--three packs a day.Cutting through the air, thin arms thrown outbehind you,you land on wincing spider feet.Your face never registers the pain of yourbroken body, but

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"It should go without saying that writing a proper villanelle is as much within my power as is, say, giving birth." --anapestic.blogspot.comI assume the speaker above is male.The villanelle's a devil demandingfistfuls of hair and tears in exchange forbragging rights and a little rhyming poem.He stomps his feet forcefully, line by line--he puffs his plumage, he rattles his beak,he boldly clicks

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I was just a little girl when,sticky and sore from child's play,I sat on the cool floorboardsof my mother's roomand lay half-quiet in the shadows.The sun filtered inthrough the shuttered windows,and dust creatures dancedin between my fingers,as I lifted them into the holy air,wondering,and wondering.-------------------------------------poem I wrote for poetry class.

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chalk rock was good to draw with,cause it was free.we drew shaky hopscotch lines that glowedon the dark dark gravel of the parking lot.one, two, three,four five,six, seven--chants we sang into the fading afternoon.one, two, three, four--chases round the tall bushes with the tiny purple flowers.we took care of a friend's dog for a week,a small weiner dog named Winnie.sweet Winnie licked our

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See me push my pink miniature lawn mowercarefully across the stubborn blades of hair,leaving only smooth skin behind.I am playing house--I am the father trimming the lawn,I am the mother clipping the hedges.I am the daughter shaving her legs.See me push the razor gently so thatit does not draw hot blood--lightly so that it does not pierce skin.See me laugh and smile prettywith all the other girls

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Mr. Postman, can you ship a song across the sea?My eyes spill truths like silver coins to buy the passage across.I collect the coins with anxious fingers in an empty glass bottle--clink, clink--hear it sing when you shake it with your curious hands.I've filled it up high and stopped it up tight.Throw it to the oceans, and let them cradle it to a far-off shore.Let someone snatch it from the

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you speak the language of the Muses,careful and sweet.I hear your voice rushing through thethrobbing chambers of my heart.if I could, I would clutch my chest in agony,but my buzzing nerves lie hushed and still.touch a finger to my cheek--feel the blood rise like a dark wave.

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spring is tapping on my shoulder--makes me want to sing yellowsunshine, yellow everything.-----------------------------------making up for the one I didn't write on april 1 :)

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they take our charcoal fumblings and say,no no no, this is not art.but we have worked for hours,we cry.no no no, they say,and they take our charcoal-soaked fingersand hold them up so that they glisten in the light,and they say,this is art.

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a little bird reminded me of a thing called National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo --catchy, ain't it?), so Ima gonna try it. one poem a day, every day of April. wish me luck.here's numero uno:---------------------------------------------------------wind chimesthose bells in the distance bring me backto summer evenings on our old porch,when we'd sit two on the swinging benchand the wind would

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"oz is a versatile low chair with different coloured layers of felt combined with white-lacquered steel, giving you the feeling of having a seat inside a book. whenever you want to change the colour or mood of the chair - just turn a page of felt over." coolest idea ever! from cate&nelson, via yatzer

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I am drooling over this. it's a tee designed by ryan sullivan.I would so get one if it weren't...fifty...dollars.freakin' a!if your paycheck is nice to you, you can get one here at the Lost At E Minor store.I'll be staring wishfully at it instead.

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check out little Japanese character Afro Ken. he makes me smile.OMG these are just great (afro ken has the best. relatives. EVER.):

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so this is from drawing class. my assignment is to 1) shit up paper and 2) draw stuff on top of that. not too hard, but incredibly time-consuming. so here's a few:and here are some without stuff drawn on them:more at my flickr account.

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meme I picked up from othelloed on deviantART.so here is my cramped humble dorm room in all its glory.clickee for bigger image.

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It's snowing here! yay!!!mm...black and white pictures are so deliciously classy.

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Hello there! This be the Daily Spoon. I haven't quite figured out what I want to do with it, so we'll just see where this goes. Meanwhile, I'll leave you with a link: http://3eyedbear.com. Go! Go make paper toys! You can make buddies like this one:or this one:What are you waiting for? get cuttin'!

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