MySpace: Are you visitor #11,111??? Click here to win big!!!

We are really stoked about all of the visitors we are getting here at the ol’ Myspace.  So excited, in fact, that we’re got a little offer that you might be interested in: if you are our profile view number 11,111 and take a screencap of it, we will send you a postcard and maybe a few little goodies with it.  to take a screencap with a pc, just hit the “print screen” button on your keyboard, open up Paint, hit control-v and voila.  on a mac, hit command-shift-3 and then the screencap will be saved on your desktop.

we wanted to do this with whoever was visitor #9999, but by the time i was writing this we were already up to #9990. you know what, heck, if you just send us a message requesting one, we will send you a postcard anyway.  good luck all the same!!!!!!!

Now, in our last blog post here, Jared mentioned that he found a brown leather purse in our backyard that hadn’t been there the previous day.  This really creeped him out, because it would’ve meant that some creepy lady had been skulking around our house at some point without our knowledge, and had, during said skulking, left behind a purse.

Well, when Jared told me about the purse, I had not yet seen it.  Today was really nice outside, so I decided to check it out.  I went out in our beautiful backyard with its vista of the New Mexican desert and quickly found the purse in question.  I approached it to get a better look.  Upon closer investigation, however, I realized that the “purse” was actually a bucket.  Made of what had become really rusted metal.  I guess from afar it kind of looked like a leather purse.  But it had definitely been there for some time, and was definitely a bucket.

With that out of the way, I could focus on more important things, like the photoshops Mark made last night.  He couldn’t resist inserting himself into a picture of an eagle picking up a fox, and after I saw that little piece of genius, I had to suggest to him one of my favorite pictures: a lion killing an alligator.  It kind of snowballed from there.  The last one, the one of Jared patiently waiting outside of some kind of women’s meeting, is my favorite.

Visual art and I have a troubled past.  Music didn’t exactly come easy to me, but I at the very least can make my fingers do most of the things I want them to when they are holding a musical instrument.  This is not the case if I am holding some kind of drawing or painting implement.  One of my old art teachers used to pound the same phrase into our heads, day in, day out: draw what you see!  Okay, I’ll get right on that, Ms. Grundy, as soon as I figure out how to make this pencil do a straight line.

I actually love visual arts, but it is just not something I will ever be good at.  I am okay with that, really.  But in the sixth grade, it was a problem.  At some point during that year, I had to do a project on Easter Island.  This project had to involve a sculpture of some kind, and naturally I decided to sculpt one of those giant stone heads (moai).  It was not easy.  Fortunately, my sister was around that day, and said “oh, here let me help you with that.”  Three hours later and she had all but finished the entire sculpture with very little help from me.  I ended up getting an A+, probably because the sculpture was so good.  Imagine my horror, though, when I am told by my teacher that the sculpture is SO good that I have to present it to the entire class so that they can get a good look at it.  I ended up having to give a ten minute speech about how I went about making the sculpture.  I think I just winged it (wung it?  Which is the preferred term?).

So thanks, Remi, for helping me with an Easter Island stone head sculpture for my sixth grade history class.

-Darin

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