I'm going to go with this definition for now, "a rule or system of rules governing conduct or activity."
In this case, I am setting up some new rules for my blog.
I'm going to follow those rules for 1 month and after that, we'll see.
Here are the rules I plan to blog by:
Monday - I will explore books, history and/or artists
Tuesday - Tutorial(s)
Wednesday – Photos only
Thursday – Personal thoughts and or projects that I am either working on or wanting to start
Friday – sketch book drawings.
Isn't that exciting?!
When will it all start? March 1st, 2010. When will it all end? Who's to know.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
sunshine and rainy days
Seems odd to have this big blog just sitting here not speaking to anyone. A few people I know, who's blogs I've enjoyed in the past, have stopped blogging. I remember conversations we've had about when all this blogging will end. When will the chronicle of babydom end. When will our interest divert to other things?
I've never been really good at remarking on Emmett's daily activities. I've never been good at remarking on daily activities in general. The book shelves behind me hold several of my journals. All of them with similar earnest entries about how I'm going to write in them. They all have strong unbent spines and crisp clean pages with a few words here and there. This blog is the closest thing I have to a real journal, a record of days.
I never feel much like telling tales of Emmett's escapades. In a lot of ways I don't know what to say about him. He's a baby. He makes funny sounds, he cries, he doesn't sleep like a tired 38 year old. Emmett is not interested in building things, he'd much rather knock things down, deconstruct. He eats, he poops, he splashes in the water. The best thing about Emmett is that he can make me smile when I don't feel like it. He transcends my mood. He is the closest thing to the definition of "love" next to Richard who is the closest thing to the definition of "patient" that I've ever experienced in my adult life.
So, as Richard and I embark on our 6th year of marriage, I just want to remember that even though I'm not a lot of things I wish I could be, like good at writing in my journals. I have managed to surround myself with love and patience. And really the only thing I want to be right now is good at giving it back to them.
Now if I could just find someone who defines a buyer for our house....
Photo time!
This is Ocean Beach in San Francisco. So far one of my favorite ocean visits.
This is a WPA mural at the Beach Chalet. It's the first Depression era mural that I've seen.
This is the statue of Yoda at the Lucas Films offices at the Presidio. Funny story, we searched for it on the grounds for about 30 minutes, gave up and headed back to the car only to find that we had parked right next to it. I think Yoda planned it that way. Mmmm...looking to hard, you are...
This is me doing some sweet moves on my new (old) bike.
This is Emmett appreciating art at the San Jose Museum of Art
And this is Emmett's art, I call it deconstruction #55
And this is Emmett, now 10 months old. A mover, a singer, a boy with a large appetite. He's learned how to grind his teeth and feed his cereal to the dog. Mama loves you!
I've never been really good at remarking on Emmett's daily activities. I've never been good at remarking on daily activities in general. The book shelves behind me hold several of my journals. All of them with similar earnest entries about how I'm going to write in them. They all have strong unbent spines and crisp clean pages with a few words here and there. This blog is the closest thing I have to a real journal, a record of days.
I never feel much like telling tales of Emmett's escapades. In a lot of ways I don't know what to say about him. He's a baby. He makes funny sounds, he cries, he doesn't sleep like a tired 38 year old. Emmett is not interested in building things, he'd much rather knock things down, deconstruct. He eats, he poops, he splashes in the water. The best thing about Emmett is that he can make me smile when I don't feel like it. He transcends my mood. He is the closest thing to the definition of "love" next to Richard who is the closest thing to the definition of "patient" that I've ever experienced in my adult life.
So, as Richard and I embark on our 6th year of marriage, I just want to remember that even though I'm not a lot of things I wish I could be, like good at writing in my journals. I have managed to surround myself with love and patience. And really the only thing I want to be right now is good at giving it back to them.
Now if I could just find someone who defines a buyer for our house....
Photo time!
This is Ocean Beach in San Francisco. So far one of my favorite ocean visits.
This is a WPA mural at the Beach Chalet. It's the first Depression era mural that I've seen.
This is the statue of Yoda at the Lucas Films offices at the Presidio. Funny story, we searched for it on the grounds for about 30 minutes, gave up and headed back to the car only to find that we had parked right next to it. I think Yoda planned it that way. Mmmm...looking to hard, you are...
This is me doing some sweet moves on my new (old) bike.
This is Emmett appreciating art at the San Jose Museum of Art
And this is Emmett's art, I call it deconstruction #55
And this is Emmett, now 10 months old. A mover, a singer, a boy with a large appetite. He's learned how to grind his teeth and feed his cereal to the dog. Mama loves you!
Monday, February 01, 2010
a place to give
Still looking for more ways to help Haiti? Why not bid on something lovely from this auction. Brought to you in part by one of my favorite bloggers/mamas/writer/woman
to Haiti with love - the auction
*image from to Haiti with love site and Sweet-Salty
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