"Watch it..."

He thinks he is scary or something...

(I don't think anyone is buying it.)

Lady Anne

You have to check this out...

http://www.joshpoehlein.com/photojosh2/test%20template/untitled%20folder/ArtHomeFrameset.html

These are the coolest thing I have seen in a long time. A really long time.

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http://photojojo.com/content/photo-projects/scratch-n-see-photos/
Why Scratching is Cool
It’s the only way to get rid of an itch. And the only way to see what’s beneath all them purdy colors on your photos. No surprise, it’s only white under there, but white goes with everything.

Scratching your photos allows you to add details you thought about but couldn’t capture in the original photo. It’s embellishing by way of vandalizing. It’s also cool because you’re adding a third dimension, something outside the photo that couldn’t, for whatever reason, have been there in the third place. You become a small-time sci-fi director.

What You’ll Need
Not much.

An X-Acto knife with a thin tip
Pencil or pen
A printed photo
Some drawing skillzz
Step 1: Pick
In picking a photograph, we recommend simple, colorful photos that aren’t afraid of a little embellishment. That empty bench in your favorite park. Your gleaming toilet seat. Your best friend’s too-short haircut. We also recommend picking a photo that can be reprinted in case you screw up, which you will. (It’s hard, people!)

Step 2: Print
You can have your photo printed at your local photo shop, but we’ve found the scratching to work great on photos printed from a photo printer. The paper is generally thicker and can stand a bit more abuse.

Step 3: Sketch
With a sharp pencil or thin-tipped pen, plan your attack. Sketch straightforwardly, keeping in mind you’ll do it next with a scary-sharp X-Acto knife. (You might also convince your artist friend to sketch something for you.)

Step 4: Scratch!
Using the tip of your X-Acto knife, with small, feathering motions, and pulling the knife toward you, scratch over the pencil drawing. Straight, perfect lines will challenge the perfectionist in you–they’re tough to get just so. Embrace it! It’s art, baby.

Step 5: Admire
Step back, check it out. Your drawing will undoubtedly look better from a distance.


Check it out...

LadyAnne

That's the end of that...

Well, the Internet has officially gotten too complicated for me. The reason I don't blog/email/student portal/etc... when I am not here is the hassle of getting on is just not worth the effort. So, for all those people out there who are going to cry themselves to sleep every night because I haven't blogged or updated, the blame is not with me. Turn your eyes elsewhere for the cause of no more thought-provoking dialogs, no more deep and intelligent ideas, no more contemplation, conceit, conception, creativity, fancy, fantasy, figment, ingenuity, insight, notion, originality...it's all gone now.

Oh, and for the rest of you more simple thinkers, no more pictures.

Please, contain your sorrow.

"CHEESE!!"

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Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.

Lady Anne

Moses Crossing the Red Sea

J: Hey, Teacher?


Me: Yes, J?


J: I miss-ded you when you was gone.


Me: I missed you too, honey. (AWWW!!!)

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Tortilla with blue Icing- Check (Sea)

Pretzel Logs broken in half- Check (Dry Land)

Gummy Bears- Check (Israelites)

A Fun put together snack for the "Children of Israel crossing the Red Sea" story-Check

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Figuring out how in the world to eat it- Not so sure

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Most of the Israelites were eaten long before the crossing anyway. And several dry land were a bit mauled as well. All in all, it went very well. Although they wanted to spend so much time on the story,-- "Again, Teacher!" "Can we do the story again, Teacher?" "Lets follow the Cloud again!" "No lets follow the fire now!" "Tell about Moses again?"--that we didn't even have time for our craft.

But that might not be a completely bad thing. At least I know that this was one they know in and out and the application "God can help me to be brave when I am scared." was very well understood. So I don't mind too, too much.

Good first class. And tragically, it made me miss, by the merest of seconds, the calling up of all the scholorship recipients in front of the entire chapel. I was just crushed. No really. All tore up about it. Honest.

LadyAnne

The Jaundiced Eye

Locksley Hall (1842)

I remember one that perish'd: sweetly did she speak and move:
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was to love.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn:
Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
I remember one that perish'd: sweetly did she speak and move:
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was to love.
Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou art staring at the wall,
Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shadows rise and fall.
O, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty part,
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these?
Every door is barred with gold, and opens but to golden keys.
Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the markets overflow.
I have but an angry fancy: what is that which I should do?

I had been content to perish, falling on the foeman's ground,
When the ranks are rolled in vapour, and the winds are laid with sound.

But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels,
And the nations do but murmur, snarling at each other's heels.


For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be...Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt before the strife,
When I heard my days before me, and the tumult of my life;
Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield,
Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field

I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new:
That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do:
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;

Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales;

Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew
From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue;

Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunderstorm;

Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled
In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.

There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapped in universal law.

So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping through me left me dry,
Left with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye;
Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint:
Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point:

Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion creeping nigher,
Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire.

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.


Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine,
Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine —
There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space;
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Mated with a squalid savage — what to me were sun or clime?
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time —
Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day:
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Comes a vapour from the margin, blackening over heath and holt,
Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt.
Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow;
For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and I go.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson

♪You are my...♪

"Love is the most dangerous emotion of all. It produces many other emotions: jealousy, shame, rage, grief. You must learn to suppress them all, otherwise they will consume you."

Misconjecture

Do not mistake composure for ease...

Lady Anne

Zonino!

As a grand and spectacular re-entrance to the world of Blogging, I present you with...

A few friends...

(Some of which are happier than others...)

And a few relations...

(Although distant)

(Very distant)

(He is just so cute he had to have more than one picture.)

(She is too cute for just one pic, too.)

(Very, VERY distant.)

And a few fun things...

(YAY!)

(GUNS! SWEET!)





And....

I am done for now. I think this pretty much covers my summer of non-blogging, So ya'll can stop crying at any time.... No really.... No I mean it.... Sure, Fine, Whatever.

Lady Anne