Wow. So it’s been roughly forever since a post from me, yet feast your eyes upon my unyielding display of fortitude, for I have not faltered in my 365 quest. I have a photo for each day of my absence, however lame they may be.
On my flight back to Jacksonville and I, of course, left my camera in the overhead storage and, not wanting to disturb my sleepy blanket-covered seat buddy, I decided to have a little fun with Photobooth. It’s clouds. And a wing. Not too complex.
*disclaimer: taken with cell phone camera due to my naive nature in thinking I wouldn’t be allowed to bring my real camera. Lame.
During my mini-vacay to my Dad’s in Cleveland we decided it would be fun to go see the symphony at their summer home at the Blossom Music Center. It’s an outside venue/amphitheater with seats under the main shell of the building and then a huge lawn where families can set up camp with blankets, chairs, and food. The program was great, the weather was sublime, and the quality of music was incredible. A traditional Pops concert, it started with the Star Spangled Banner, included some Sousa marches, a surprise performance of "Sleigh Ride", and closed with my favorite of all John Williams scores "E.T.". I was blubberly like a baby, of course, but didn’t care really. I was sitting there listening to the music realizing I was sitting on a beautiful evening, listening to make favorite music (performed live!), without a care in the world. It was such a strange thing to realize when I looked back a few years before at points in my life when a simple, happy life seemed such a distant flicker in the future and tending to look at life with a sort of grouchy, indifference because of the cards I seemed to be getting dealt. It may sound corny but that night I was proud to be a musician, an American, and exactly who and how I am.
This is my cousin’s son James (otherwise known as Jimmy Magoo) playing with a racquet at my niece’s 1st birthday party. Quite the little man.
This is the bedroom in my grandmother’s house where I slept growing up. Unlike my family in Florida, my Ohio family has the luxury of being able to live with the windows open. This affords a really mesmerizing dance from the curtains that hang over every window in my grandmother’s house.
Thanks to the rise in gas and everything else in America, airlines are forced to add prices to "luxuries", such as a CHECKED BAG or a PILLOW. This leaves me no choice but to travel only with carry-ons. This is a huge undertaking, mainly because I dressed based on mood and tend to pack entirely too much for the trip at hand. Even with this handy, carry-on duffel I managed to squeeze in 20 outfits for a three day weekend. Feel free to congratulate me in person.
Clue: big huge, overly popularized television show centered on singing/screaming airing on Fox to the delight of pre-teens across the country. Read on for more tantalizing clues.
As lame as it sounds I made a point of going out to a pre-Idol audition-pancake-breakfast with my boyfriend. With thoughts of transformational fame in mind, I wanted to make sure I could have one public, fun, PRIVATE outing with my boyfriend before any sort of outlandish publicity ensued. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think I’m amazing or worthy of such heightened attention, but neither did William Hung when he went and now he’ll never have his old life back (that I think he minds, but still). I just didn’t want to set out for the audition and come back unable to be at peace with my life if, by some miracle, I happened to fit into that niche-cookie-cutter-category they were looking for this season.
Yes. Yours truly is auditioning for American Idol. And I purposely left the image from the actual audition without a major description to keep you in complete suspense of my results (I’m sure you were on the edge of your seat). So here it is: it was a big, fat, insincere NO THANK YOU. All in all in was a fun experience (although exhausting, very enlightening, less entertaining than educational, and very very long). Bonus points for photos of Ryan Seacrest. You can read a full review of my experience here. (link will be added tomorrow…8.19.08 )
So I FINALLY did it. I’ve been telling myself to get around to it and I eventually got down to it. My first tshirt design for Threadless. Unfortunately, three days later I got a "Submission Declined" email and was promptly told to add some revisions to the design (which I totally understand, since I was really doing the design purely to have the experience of formatting it to the template). But now I know. Onward tshirt, ho!
Nothing too amazing here. Frankly, I ran out of ideas and was so pooped at the end of the day I was lying on my living room floor looking up at my fancy 13 foot ceiling/skylights and thinking "I’m so glad I have high ceilings, otherwise I’d feel even more claustrophobic than I already do." Then I realized "hey" I should probably take a picture of that.