Made it Monday: 6/6/11

Various Drawings

Fabricated it Friday! (Made it.) 5/20/2011

Like ribbons, floating away from me by cynthiaelmore

Feminine, mechanical voice, we clearly heard.
From up on the roof, or a tree, as if it were a bird,
We couldn't move, couldn't speak, no not a word.
Could this really be happening, so calm, so absurd.

But if we run as fast as fawns, follow the green
Underneath the canopy, they'll be waiting for us, to leave.

Some sort of controlled hysteria, all around
As the waves hit the rocks like porcelain hits the ground.
Oh I can't help but cry just thinking about the sound
As the trees hit the grass like porcelain.

And then just as we had planned, in the shade of our tree
We watched the earth, it crumbled beneath... you and I

And like a drop of milk in my tea, I traveled through the air like ribbons, floating away from me.


Everyone thinks their dreams are weird, but I'm pretty sure if everyone's dreams were as vivid and bizarre as mine, we would all be talking about our dreams more often.

My dreams terrify me. They are never fun, and certainly never sexy.  They are 90% comprised of end of the world scenarios, being drugged, and almost always end with my body disintegrating into nothing and everything at the same time. I can't tell you the number of times I've slipped back into a sweaty and frantic consciousness, relieved that I was no longer a cloud of suspended atoms.

Nobody wants to hear about my dreams, and I don't blame them. Dreams are like funny stories that are only funny because you were there. You can't recreate them for other people. If you absolutely must share your dreams with somebody, I suggest starting a dream journal, or make a folder on your desktop entitled "unwanted nighttime disturbances" and fill it with your dreams in the form of poorly recorded songs. That's pretty much what I do.

This next bit, where I talk about my dream, is mainly for myself. If you don't read it, I won't be offended.

So, in this dream I am in some underground apartment building with people I am assuming are my friends, although I don't recognize any of them. This recorded lady voice keeps blaring over the loudspeakers that are apparently everywhere. She's saying "The earth is now 22% covered. Please make your final preparations." Every time she spoke the percentage got a bit higher.
I'm not sure what was meant by "final preparations", but I felt an intense need to be around people I love, like my family and good friends.

In order to get to them, I had to navigate through this strange labyrinth of electric sky blue tunnels, till I reached the surface. I saw that some weird white powdery substance was falling from the sky, the color of baby powder, but the consistency of ash. I looked off a cliff at the ocean, and the water was eroding the rocks quickly, turning the sea into some sort of thin concrete, or paper mache. It was disgusting. I then asked for directions from some middle-aged lady who was sobbing into a pile of papers. She told me I had to run down these steps towards the ocean and take the bus to where my parents lived. I did. As I ran towards the steps, I had to pass some trees. I realized that the undersides of every tree and bush was still green and unaffected by the white powder rain. I wondered if that counted as a percentage of the earth. Some kids were playing soccer and laughing while their mothers were frantically calling for them to come home.

Finally I made it to the bus where we drove through all kinds of mayhem. Everyone on the bus was at the edge of their seat, anxious to meet up with whoever they were traveling to see. I made it to the right stop, and after a quick sprint across a rocky field, I found my parents house on top of a rather large hill. We could see into a valley that was almost completely covered in white. We didn't talk, it was just good that we were all together, I guess. We took shelter under a tree and waited. I was studying everyone's face.

Then the earth was apparently 100% covered, and whatever was supposed to happen started happening. The ground started to shatter and pull apart, like paint drying on a wax surface, then everything started dissipating into some weird swirly patterns. Our bodies were no exception. Slowly I watched as my legs and arms turned to gas and swirled away until I could see myself as a floating and swirling cloud. Then everything faded and I woke up. 

SUPPER SUNDAY!

My mom made this awesome chicken dinner.

I don't know how she did it, but it involves a pack of those heirloom tomatoes from TJ's, and frozen peppers and onions. 

She also let me take a quick snap with her iphone, so I could share a quick picture with you fine people.

Made it! Monday 4/25/11

A while back I decided to start writing/illustrating a Children's book. My initial idea was for it to be a book for kids around second/third grade. Second grade is when I remember really getting into books. My teacher made us read this book called Mr. Poppers Penguins.

I loved this book, and started reading other books around the same level, like Charlotte's Web, and a bunch of Roald Dahl books. Learning to read at a fairly early age really catered to my already overactive imagination, and I became an avid reader. Looking back, it really isn't surprising that I was into reading. My oldest brother, Jim, was (and still is) a heavy reader. My other brother is a reader, too, now that I think of it, but not quite like Jim. He introduced me to some of my favorite books. I remember him reading The Chronicles of Narnia before I could read, and I made him read it to me. When Lucy found her way into Narnia through the wardrobe, I felt like I had found my way into a new world, as well.

It was about the time I started reading books, that I also started writing books. I would write stories about lions and princesses during church on the back of prayer cards, and then make books by folding some papers in half and stapling them. I'd write really simple lines, like: "Then the dog ate the apple", and then draw a happy dog next to an apple core above the words. I once was able to ride in a small plane with my Cousin from Italy, one of my great uncle's was the pilot. I wrote a little book about it, and I think my mom still has it somewhere. I wrote books about my family and the vacations we went on. In Jr. High I took some classes during winter break. One was a silly acting class, the other a class on writing children's books. I think I wrote a story about some forest creatures. As elaborate as my silly stories became, there was never any planning involved. Flash forward to today, it seems like planning is all I do.

I decided to develop some characters a couple years ago, and the above owl and bird are two of the characters I came up with. I was thinking the story could be about a very smart owl who learns to be wise. Each other character would teach him something about wisdom. I got pretty far, but forgot about it after I moved to Orange County for a year. While cleaning my room, I stumbled across a few pages illustrations, and fell back in love with the silly owl that I named "Archibald". I don't think I'll ever try and publish this story if I ever finish it, but it's still fun to do. I'll do anything to use the right side of my brain.

Speaking of my niece and nephew, here are a few pictures of them (and others) from Easter and Fairytale Town:

 Jonah went down this slide about a billion times. I suppose I don't blame him, it's a pretty sweet slide.

I don't know why, but I love this picture of us.

 I made my dad take this cheesy picture of me being cheesy by the giant cheese thing.

 I mean, honestly. What in the world. This is too much cute.

Here is my oldest brother, Jim, the one that used to read to me.

 My cousin, Samantha, hiding eggs.

My grandma and grandpas chickens. The little black and white one is my favorite.

Katie being all precious and stuff.

I steal aloe from my grandmas plant. 

Katie and Jonah outside the little playhouse my grandpa made.

Meau.

Sunday Snap 2/27/11

Did anyone else in Northern California notice the clouds this week? I did.

New Eisley

http://www.spin.com/articles/exclusive-stream-eisleys-new-album

OMGZ.

Try it out! Tuesday, 2/15/11

So, I had Cajun food last night, for the first time.
I liked it a lot.
I got the Jambalaya, with a limeade and Jerk fries.
Now, I want to learn to make it at home.
Maybe I'll make a Cajun feast for Mardi Gras, or something.

I hate not having a picture/video to post, so instead, I'll post this video: (I'm sure you've all seen it.)



So good.