tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80950002153731764752024-03-21T15:12:25.685-07:00use your words projecttwo friends | one word | two imagesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-86798410567814577162008-04-30T21:55:00.000-07:002008-04-30T22:01:56.004-07:00day 30: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-lP1Oa0S5aL5OONNbNTYPmvvzg60XH4dMtWBui0uRYlm2jUktNH_3jJbB3UM2SrZI5Z8nXSJ5tuTrY9NYbI3QwBfkQ6IgQmTlpKIGJ00MpSJPyf3cTJNebzPqtXaxuO79Eyj_QsTh_aC/s1600-h/4-30+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195269949867830610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-lP1Oa0S5aL5OONNbNTYPmvvzg60XH4dMtWBui0uRYlm2jUktNH_3jJbB3UM2SrZI5Z8nXSJ5tuTrY9NYbI3QwBfkQ6IgQmTlpKIGJ00MpSJPyf3cTJNebzPqtXaxuO79Eyj_QsTh_aC/s320/4-30+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>thank you to everybody (anybody?) who visited once and awhile to share this project with us and thank you to all our buddies who faced the pressure of picking quotes for us and thank you thank you thank you to kristy for putting up with my crazy ideas and doing this with me every day (almost, kinda). i would share this chocolate bar with you but i already ate it and the tequila is almost gone so...big hugs!Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-60790873550520642822008-04-30T21:14:00.001-07:002008-04-30T21:28:39.366-07:00day 30: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrEIEqDqS_-rWm8r65PZLgobrGPGUpzU_ACjrTZFmohxtWM0IcPFC5ULvFj8mQ13tj3LXxEfZ4i6AJwVyN5T_aYvwqPXGj5WJQXffeTHs7QMZq8i27QXkp3flPm23XO_Qhzld-52jFMw/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrEIEqDqS_-rWm8r65PZLgobrGPGUpzU_ACjrTZFmohxtWM0IcPFC5ULvFj8mQ13tj3LXxEfZ4i6AJwVyN5T_aYvwqPXGj5WJQXffeTHs7QMZq8i27QXkp3flPm23XO_Qhzld-52jFMw/s400/DSC02127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195258381589670802" border="0" /></a>ok, so i was totally resistant to this quote...it is the kind of thing that is written on a night shirt that my grandma would give me for my birthday with frilly shoes and silly hats cartooned all over...but in the end, it gave me the excuse to call some friends on a wednesday and say, "wanna go get a margaritas & pretend it's summer!?" it was a lot of fun and to tell the truth, i don't make as much time or allow the frivolity of drinks on a weekday with my friends as much as i should. i am always tired or busy or lazy or something and i think that if i were to be honest about this project in general, i stopped making excuses! so how fitting that this last quote was the embodiment of that idea. for one whole month i was committed to this page (sadly, a major feat) and i will truly miss the quotes, the photos, the light, the searching and the scrambling. <br /><br />i will ABSOLUTELY miss 7 days a week being in contact with emilia...i will miss the pictures, i will miss the words - cheers!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-30813156681068703112008-04-30T14:34:00.000-07:002008-04-30T14:37:49.259-07:00day 30.today is the last day of april and thus the last day of use your words, thank you to all who have enjoyed this as project much as we have. today's contribution is from the lovely sera:<br /><br /><span id="1etq">"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, a Margarita in one hand, chocolate in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, 'Woo hoo! What a ride!'"<br />~anon<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-54859423623138009612008-04-29T22:44:00.000-07:002008-04-29T23:01:10.002-07:00day 29: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEits1DtSWT8dg0E01rXqMV_Uz4zuE0pvyKlAgJytPMwbjPGgjv4S4PhRIyYF3YhEGTOy3XDxQOq4uFSYEpKpHyhtGYRe_zE1gYYWRpCFewDM9anxu1EzqdFLTfpo3Qdjaud8LC7GZTasqcs/s1600-h/2454045696_04508d2425.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194914159071997138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEits1DtSWT8dg0E01rXqMV_Uz4zuE0pvyKlAgJytPMwbjPGgjv4S4PhRIyYF3YhEGTOy3XDxQOq4uFSYEpKpHyhtGYRe_zE1gYYWRpCFewDM9anxu1EzqdFLTfpo3Qdjaud8LC7GZTasqcs/s320/2454045696_04508d2425.jpg" border="0" /></a>here it is. the burns. the gaudiest of the gaudiest paintings one might find at a thrift store. but only captain mccool would ever consider actually taking something this hideous home and forcing me to look at day after day after day after...<br /><div>it has become a conversation starter, inside joke, and, hey let's face it, kind of part of the family and for that reason, and that reason alone, it might not be a true gimcrack.</div>Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-4245410915614370222008-04-29T20:18:00.001-07:002008-04-29T20:30:12.220-07:00day 29: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsvUKq63_EGiRJuL2eCq4ZJGS4LL89r5_-_nlAndPRScRzOSB1I1WiAKqI8sKPsH4ErZibL5TOlzqJqrRiCB2iHJdgRh4FGxjAm7TP6NHWVxNiZ9yJdyW3itFB0x1EsrLM7mTra5U_Ag/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsvUKq63_EGiRJuL2eCq4ZJGS4LL89r5_-_nlAndPRScRzOSB1I1WiAKqI8sKPsH4ErZibL5TOlzqJqrRiCB2iHJdgRh4FGxjAm7TP6NHWVxNiZ9yJdyW3itFB0x1EsrLM7mTra5U_Ag/s400/DSC02104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194872929749691186" border="0" /></a><br />first of all, what a great word! gimcrack...so immediately when i thought of showy, but useless - i thought of these earrings. they are showy, a fabulous chanel creation that was given to me long ago, but as fancy as they are...they are also heavy, unpractical and fake. they speak to the decade from where they came - the 80s - and while i can appreciate them it's usually only in my jewelry box as an nostalgic throwback to the years of excess. in the end, they are too big and fly off of my ears when i move my head because of their weight...gimcrack.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-81168634688405536882008-04-29T20:06:00.000-07:002008-04-29T20:08:22.704-07:00day 29today's word from <a href="http://dictionary.com/" target="_blank">dictionary.com</a>:<br /><br />gimcrack \JIM-krak\, noun:1. A showy but useless or worthless object; a gewgaw.<br /> adjective:1. Tastelessly showy; cheap; gaudy.Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-66010652817339516782008-04-28T21:09:00.000-07:002008-04-28T21:26:28.545-07:00day 28: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZSAu93rfvtaPvJmK85aEANlaAF8kR3hBtG5Zc3wDrhYDpWK-J8qPI20dkl9Ooxvosc-8XhY9CR8TvG3jxc1ZoD3r3WnJrv_ALhTseZxBe8PKaXvYtWnCH3LCJMAjqlv48mVSLzw-Dm0/s1600-h/DSC02084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZSAu93rfvtaPvJmK85aEANlaAF8kR3hBtG5Zc3wDrhYDpWK-J8qPI20dkl9Ooxvosc-8XhY9CR8TvG3jxc1ZoD3r3WnJrv_ALhTseZxBe8PKaXvYtWnCH3LCJMAjqlv48mVSLzw-Dm0/s400/DSC02084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194515073074588418" border="0" /></a>for those who don't know me - my mother is a dance teacher, i grew up in a house filled with music and ballet barres and mirrored walls. no, not in my living room, but in our basement which was also her studio. i danced my whole life and while i was more comic relief in class, than shining example of grace and technique, i truly loved it. when i moved to college i couldn't sleep at night because it was too quiet, i was used to tap shoes and thundering bass under my pillow. dance will always be a part of me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-16327744942975108552008-04-28T20:01:00.000-07:002008-04-29T20:06:00.074-07:00day 28: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNQWG0N1ohyQ_1016aIY3tWiMmZZGnDQnOhyTNf3ONkx8xpe-CedxvNS7bOmFZto7hKp__2FrhyPdR13VhC5Ee20Fvhlsx62klR0LujrWqw7d_cNXUjdfQMBLEBUxUsg6xggeL-Ygnx1K/s1600-h/2452881367_94a9e4f452.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194869036145585346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNQWG0N1ohyQ_1016aIY3tWiMmZZGnDQnOhyTNf3ONkx8xpe-CedxvNS7bOmFZto7hKp__2FrhyPdR13VhC5Ee20Fvhlsx62klR0LujrWqw7d_cNXUjdfQMBLEBUxUsg6xggeL-Ygnx1K/s320/2452881367_94a9e4f452.jpg" border="0" /></a>my love is dance too! even though i stopped taking classes and dancing with a company a long time ago i still dance everywhere, everyday. i make up dances in the shower, find myself doing plies at work, and am constantly getting caught in a port de bras. it has become such a part of me that sometimes i don't even realize that i'm doing it.Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-79399560470654689202008-04-28T16:16:00.000-07:002008-04-28T16:19:28.531-07:00day 28.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">today's quote, courtesy of </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/index.html">brainyquote</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">"What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Helen Keller</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-3398990466695285772008-04-27T22:08:00.001-07:002008-04-27T22:12:06.658-07:00day 27: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97Uw923kmkdCW5_M-pNh7eu8JAURTIOMyOjxllfS3-3rJIc1vlG-VvRFYf6U5FFabc9d5qsf4KojGuyIq_8K1ZJshvn2s3t-T3JE_5fH0JbMUgsmEFjcaAlBtS5D4d2lCSuaIoi3_9Pv0/s1600-h/2447570373_2693c5d145.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194159486073449570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97Uw923kmkdCW5_M-pNh7eu8JAURTIOMyOjxllfS3-3rJIc1vlG-VvRFYf6U5FFabc9d5qsf4KojGuyIq_8K1ZJshvn2s3t-T3JE_5fH0JbMUgsmEFjcaAlBtS5D4d2lCSuaIoi3_9Pv0/s320/2447570373_2693c5d145.jpg" border="0" /></a>browsing the kids section at target i noticed a lot of toys that could influence bigger, more complex versions of themselves (robot pandas, anyone?)but these guys are considered toys no matter what their size.Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-24465071976767669572008-04-27T15:35:00.000-07:002008-04-27T19:41:37.785-07:00day 27: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vt0rMvm5Q9YqsQPwEJIMA5UGZJJ3dbURtSDt71c0L2n9PDirLOq_6XkpArzHvWILkbIWWDf3ZzfcYA6kFJ8wYNH5OkN-1ed5rYnQ_orVJGYzTynG772NeV4fTjbllYx3MvjAGEwkyiM/s1600-h/DSC02063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vt0rMvm5Q9YqsQPwEJIMA5UGZJJ3dbURtSDt71c0L2n9PDirLOq_6XkpArzHvWILkbIWWDf3ZzfcYA6kFJ8wYNH5OkN-1ed5rYnQ_orVJGYzTynG772NeV4fTjbllYx3MvjAGEwkyiM/s400/DSC02063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194057964000242418" border="0" /></a><br />this is the fischer price queen buzzy bee, just another genius invention that just so happens to be a toy. i also have the dog version of this toy which i couldn't find today, but this silly girl i picked up at a flea market for $3 for my niece & nephew because snoopy was getting a little worse for wear after 30+ years. i just love her - the queen has a leash and as you pull her the wheels make her wings twirl and her antennae wobble. VERY advanced technology for a bean shaped piece of wood with paper decals and i have spent numerous years of my life walking around my house with one or the other of these wheeled creatures in tow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-12816328196000336582008-04-27T11:59:00.002-07:002008-04-27T12:01:48.224-07:00day 27.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" >today's quote from <a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/qotd.html">quotations page</a>:<br /><br />We are more ready to try the untried when what we do is inconsequential. Hence the fact that many inventions had their birth as toys.<br />Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-10620473864662452222008-04-26T22:22:00.001-07:002008-04-26T22:30:44.121-07:00day 26: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjPY6rBoppup5ZmFmSPPJHtdxW_tk_1ajp7018fNbj4c2Rrmy2GbPGmBpPDNPSAzdexi_ARUZtefi_uQ3MWNZ0gbCMXjs8k5jPcf3b4MFKPL1o6bhq7b4I3AfhtAtSrv5XCLhUZw6_y0/s1600-h/DSC01953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjPY6rBoppup5ZmFmSPPJHtdxW_tk_1ajp7018fNbj4c2Rrmy2GbPGmBpPDNPSAzdexi_ARUZtefi_uQ3MWNZ0gbCMXjs8k5jPcf3b4MFKPL1o6bhq7b4I3AfhtAtSrv5XCLhUZw6_y0/s400/DSC01953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193791663142988514" border="0" /></a><br />so this is a long story, BUT i was at the hospital until 1am today and before that had driven 8 hours (normally 6) from new york to maine...the only thing fresh i saw today was the banana i ate this morning and the package of baby carrots i ate in the car. if i had a re-do of today rather than a medical foot ailment i perhaps would have made something from the fresh ingredients that were on my friend brandi's shelf earlier in the week...like citrus salad with avocado and vodka-tonic with lotsa lime.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-23783195450611013642008-04-26T21:31:00.000-07:002008-04-26T21:34:29.223-07:00day 26: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkqiVGrf1PDfS74xYfg1KkCZP-J9HFs0m6ivVDN1j288Z6gB139q39atIQjZRp960oQq0t-kzdElncSz9n7-9CkNxR-70r_eYxEgejTi-7eio4Fq-8pIjtFHh_lbosj_CDwx_6BSVM0hD/s1600-h/4-26+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193778329200766034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkqiVGrf1PDfS74xYfg1KkCZP-J9HFs0m6ivVDN1j288Z6gB139q39atIQjZRp960oQq0t-kzdElncSz9n7-9CkNxR-70r_eYxEgejTi-7eio4Fq-8pIjtFHh_lbosj_CDwx_6BSVM0hD/s320/4-26+018.jpg" border="0" /></a>i was very excited for this quote because i got to make one of my favorite meals. it's pretty simple but so so yummy. beet and spinach salad with goat cheese and walnuts and salmon cooked in dill butter. so tasty!<br /><div></div>Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-14525769562725042942008-04-26T08:33:00.000-07:002008-04-26T08:34:05.466-07:00day 26from qotd.org:<br /><br />"You don't have to cook fancy or complicated masterpieces - just good food from fresh ingredients." - Julia Child, 1912 - 2004Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-59932037887782577792008-04-25T20:19:00.000-07:002008-04-26T08:29:26.027-07:00day 25: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jN-cNP5_8kLSjk4xZPa_KYRwvjdXI1wG-fJU2Szw3Rbmcap9Uf2CXHvpjZGpBAGtZy9nrNC6bRnabHTu9oHy35Ir9K9KXDzLJnhoHhR_qLJJmUlFlCCrJQclGGSEugE1fWhEEad5DZ0Y/s1600-h/4-26+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193575988996484162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jN-cNP5_8kLSjk4xZPa_KYRwvjdXI1wG-fJU2Szw3Rbmcap9Uf2CXHvpjZGpBAGtZy9nrNC6bRnabHTu9oHy35Ir9K9KXDzLJnhoHhR_qLJJmUlFlCCrJQclGGSEugE1fWhEEad5DZ0Y/s320/4-26+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>reminder: i live in san diego. it is never winter here. it is, to quote another female singer, "75 / with no mountain snow." and i know i was supposed to get something out of the lessons learned bit but i had sushi deli on the brain and just couldn't do it. so here is a road heading east to my lovelies who i miss and wish i could take a highway, jet plane, sailboat, motorcycle, scooter...you get the idea...back to.Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-26669562766020247572008-04-25T19:57:00.000-07:002008-04-25T20:08:48.828-07:00day 25: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisata4vp1MEeTbIowxcGEpZ-FmusWyWGyy2Jdz8HivrkAImiaxSkO9Q6t6EXFJJEPaGRCgi84IZFUjKImyobTwyENBEHJT9UqfWIPIjK_JkXC1XFU5dbJr7KHaW-vSg_0tZXpoRlL7VuI/s1600-h/DSC02037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisata4vp1MEeTbIowxcGEpZ-FmusWyWGyy2Jdz8HivrkAImiaxSkO9Q6t6EXFJJEPaGRCgi84IZFUjKImyobTwyENBEHJT9UqfWIPIjK_JkXC1XFU5dbJr7KHaW-vSg_0tZXpoRlL7VuI/s400/DSC02037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193383396436732562" border="0" /></a><br />ok, so on my last day in new york i have come down with a swollen foot and limp...google-ing and webmd-ing just leave me with anxiety about possible spider bites and/or amputation, but luckily i have had plenty of nurses and tylenol for this unknown ailment. the one good thing about laying around all day with your foot elevated watching DVR is that you can scope out the room and find leftover christmas decorations, like this "let it snow" gem that was still hanging in sera's window. i had to move it out of the window to avoid a glare and as i hung it on the tv case, this scene from bridget jones was playing and it was snowing and ironic and perfect...i only had to rewind it 3xs to get the shot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-60281605529978048532008-04-25T13:43:00.000-07:002008-04-25T13:44:37.891-07:00day 25From Captain McCool:<br /><br />"What will sustain us through the winter? Where did last years lessons go? Walk me out into the rain and snow. I dream a highway back to you." - Gillian WelchEmilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-92010492948406336012008-04-24T21:47:00.000-07:002008-04-24T21:59:38.179-07:00day 24: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYbj6JDnsRfZ8eyBRrRVueCzFvVjAL4A6lbexRyB902XM0hk3iR_JfFjzwE7tTqS0qMGH7Hcsbf-MOLTWePqUUlgIGF6CXY0XwPd_OCduECAXreSwZYYxQaeLSKrtS6UzSHP9iJ1LboQ/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYbj6JDnsRfZ8eyBRrRVueCzFvVjAL4A6lbexRyB902XM0hk3iR_JfFjzwE7tTqS0qMGH7Hcsbf-MOLTWePqUUlgIGF6CXY0XwPd_OCduECAXreSwZYYxQaeLSKrtS6UzSHP9iJ1LboQ/s400/DSC02019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193040902859647522" border="0" /></a>OK! so emilia's post is hard to follow (i MISS you!), but the thing i was enthusiastic about today (but really for about A WEEK) is this meal. my fabulous friend sera, who i am crashing with, has a great BF pete who is a top chef (not the horse & pony show kind like on bravo tv, but the real deal workhorse-one-in-a-million kind). he made me a completely gluten-free feast that i am still stuffed from and we ate it around the coffee table with friends (some VIPs were missing though) - what could be better? not much, the menu included chicken lettuce wraps, guacamole, cucumber salad, matchstick salad, mango salsa & wine. it was YUM. it was better than i can do justice with here in words or pictures and then to cap it off? strawberry sabayon for dessert...wow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-58371699693106957022008-04-24T19:34:00.000-07:002008-04-24T19:40:57.772-07:00day 24: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbK1vvm8-6BvZYGwwZb_nX05pAztVBpJDOkBC72YxPQE47ZVTUWWFJ_OSZC8fd04DGwnj4nDl1-IboLmsw2ftC-Stq1xF0jSBNXNw9j9DuCKxa4zS-F_fnQzImp2pEG5ddyV6GQfJF1if/s1600-h/4-25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193007262312049682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbK1vvm8-6BvZYGwwZb_nX05pAztVBpJDOkBC72YxPQE47ZVTUWWFJ_OSZC8fd04DGwnj4nDl1-IboLmsw2ftC-Stq1xF0jSBNXNw9j9DuCKxa4zS-F_fnQzImp2pEG5ddyV6GQfJF1if/s320/4-25.jpg" border="0" /></a>i was mid-post, naming off things that i'm enthusiastic about when it hit me. i'm pretty enthusiastic about this blog and being forced to be creative everyday and having conversations through emails and images with one of my best friends who i didn't get to talk to as much as i would have liked before we started this project. ok, now i just have to start projects with dannikke and sera and ashley and ellen!Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-18056100254577457972008-04-24T13:37:00.000-07:002008-04-24T13:39:38.310-07:00day 24.today's quote from <a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/mqotd.html">quotations page</a>:<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about. "</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Charles Kingsley (1819 - 1875)</span><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-24385601131924156572008-04-23T23:00:00.000-07:002008-04-24T13:00:47.172-07:00day 23: emilia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-s9PN9tLBMcEGlRV3YJLKCMfQckpDE8ubthisIKUV14o56ozynk8YmPBUs14deRRfV5lgzjnQyNG8kaIlzeaaKZZA8E0YqrwJmnh3e0DuH6Bxq0zFoj9OFdpkvUaEkAm9TCI-LYYjzJ3/s1600-h/4-23+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192853124525730818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-s9PN9tLBMcEGlRV3YJLKCMfQckpDE8ubthisIKUV14o56ozynk8YmPBUs14deRRfV5lgzjnQyNG8kaIlzeaaKZZA8E0YqrwJmnh3e0DuH6Bxq0zFoj9OFdpkvUaEkAm9TCI-LYYjzJ3/s320/4-23+001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yes, I had been drinking last night (one glass of wine). and playing cranium. and completely forgot to post. so here is the evidence of last night this morning.Emilia Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029416835245576093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-17470634529804183322008-04-23T22:09:00.000-07:002008-04-23T22:16:12.183-07:00day 23: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh37C20uGgX2LCkMFh3DRvwEiTule50UdnnGW9NSVhR-xq-2KDQ4wPt7J-rjl6lUfZDT7X30JAwScVkKorM9d-UdwCVCTlrG3xqgjqGklb16DsDgnWEEzKKUq7o03ff2OE_h9_eU5pfhg/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh37C20uGgX2LCkMFh3DRvwEiTule50UdnnGW9NSVhR-xq-2KDQ4wPt7J-rjl6lUfZDT7X30JAwScVkKorM9d-UdwCVCTlrG3xqgjqGklb16DsDgnWEEzKKUq7o03ff2OE_h9_eU5pfhg/s400/DSC02000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192675487042103826" border="0" /></a><br />well, what was i thinking when i said goodnight? thank gawd! it was a long night of drinking and debauchery, so when i got home to upload my photos i thought this best displayed my night...it's either a picture of the trash from our taco dinner fiasco OR a picture from inside my purse...not sure what i was thinking, but a fun night was had by all!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-71140691548258458572008-04-23T04:28:00.000-07:002008-04-23T04:32:31.191-07:00day 23.thank you danny for today's quote, which is actually a song lyric. i thought it might be fun to listen to the actual song since i hadn't heard it in a while, you too can enjoy:<br /><br /><br />"You were so right when you said I'd been drinking<br />What was I thinking when we said good night?"<br />- Wilco - I am Trying to Break Your Heart<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=6e8487da59"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095000215373176475.post-55480291635936483292008-04-22T22:02:00.000-07:002008-04-23T04:13:46.249-07:00day 22: kristy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVlIZBLlLE0tMrcf7YaFQ0cUCzZD-QqQLNMgCRsgJswzh0hqLoeBX5U1nNAkBide7KPLTGC4_XPojAs4Unb8fih6JetdGGYXXwsbTW4LYQTq7Ws-FRiVa-3UR0hHTWJa2b9kjl_tz_GQ/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVlIZBLlLE0tMrcf7YaFQ0cUCzZD-QqQLNMgCRsgJswzh0hqLoeBX5U1nNAkBide7KPLTGC4_XPojAs4Unb8fih6JetdGGYXXwsbTW4LYQTq7Ws-FRiVa-3UR0hHTWJa2b9kjl_tz_GQ/s400/DSC01929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192396009225185730" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>, so after a long drive to new york city yesterday, cocktails and dinner with friends in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">brooklyn</span> and a catch up session over dishes late night i had realized that i hadn't taken any photos or blogged all day. i ended up leaving a post very late that ended with - "...i suck, better luck tomorrow." i even claimed mulligan with a photo from 2005...bad. <br /><br />i had horrible dreams all night and woke up early to edit this with a new photo. this is a picture from the corner of my friend's living room - lilacs tall in a vase, a hand-carved end table, a leather chair & ottoman with the new york times travel section waiting to be read...this is dreamlike to me. it is like the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">quintessential</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sunday</span> i never had when i actually lived in the city.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0