Her Name Was Apple

Learning to scan documents in class. This is what I made while waiting. I love Photoshop.

What We Need

Limitations are tough.
But sometimes they are just what we need...

Twitter limits you to 140 characters.
What can you possibly say that's worthy of more than 140 characters?
What's that you say?
Nothing?
I thought so.
Happy Tuesday.

Oh, My Goodness!

Life is hilarious.
I'm at home, feeling quite ill and I can't focus on one thing for too long, so I have resorted to surfing the web. This is what I found:

What's funny is that I believe in Jesus, and I am actually acquainted with the fellows who are Batman and Superman. I simply never put one and two together in this manner.

My Screen

I wanted to post a progressive animation of all the screens that I went to in ten minutes. It would have read: "Here are pictures of my screen over the next ten minutes:"
Instead, it doesn't, because I realized how much of a security risk it would pose. Not much more than I already post online, but more information than I'm presently willing to put out there, right here.
I'm reminded of the scene in Transformers 2 where the guy re-caps the information on the decepticons and the whereabouts of Megatron, and totally ruins everything by that outrageous breach in protocol and not to mention security.
I don't want that to happen.
Instead I wrote you this poem, it's purely satirical so don't be offended. Cheers!

OVERLOAD
by ©arole

Facebook sucks your brain.
Twitter eats your soul
Flickr takes your photos
Skype is out of control

Google owns everything
Yahoo's still laughing
Ricardo Montobon is Indigo
you can find it right with bing

Youtube's dominating the videos
CNN has the news
who needs a giant gummy worm
or breaking instant news?

BBC and apple

line up to stay in line

to buy that product in person

or just add to your cart online

Wiki-is so informative
Blogger is the bomb
Amazon and Taobao sell stuff
And Linkedin is in this song

Ebay is fascinating

Craigslist is so fine

IMDB rocks the house
I used to use Ask all the time

I used to like the internet,
but now I just don't know
I check my e-mail daily
and am sick of all this show

Don't matter where you're surfing
don't care if you've got IM/CHAT/TEXTING
Just wanted to drop you a line today
by writing to you a letter with this thing...(I think it's called a pencil)

Tonight

9:53pm

I added my dad to my friends list on facespace. 

what have I done?

Upcoming Art Show!

As a student at Shoreline Community College I will be graduating this spring with a couple of art degrees. As a requirement for graduation, we put on a show of some of our artworks. This show (of which I am a part of) will have its reception on the 28th of April.

Admission is free and you are invited!

on this postcard here, my piece is the one with the eye looking out of the red and white bust. You can't see the whole piece there, but I fairly certain that it will be in the show.
I'm so excited!
It is a strange sensation to feel relived and somewhat proud of my cumulative work out of the past three years.
(Andy Hunter's To Life To Love song is very cherry) [if you have no idea what that means, it means: it's rad, cool, boss, da-bomb, retro, groovy, keen, splendid, rockin', and awesome].

I think that I will have to create a webpage for my work, in order to display it, and garner the attention of those who I would dearly love to be working or employed with.
Life is good!

Just Monday?

I took this picture last year, it's entitled: "Charlie Brown's Success"

It's still just Monday?
It feels like I lived a couple to a few days today. I probably lived them inside of my head. Because of this, and some reflection,This came about:
So many adventures await us in the future. Many of them are happening now.
I am going into training for a new job at SCC which will provide a bit more than tutoring which is such an enormous blessing! preparing for the portfolio class though is challenging, and I thought that I would have more time for preparations, nope, I don't.

"What challenges are these but that which lead us to greater heights? Are they such ephemeral things as to be like dreams, such languid thoughts stirred up in fervor once minute thoughts pursue them into magnification. Aye, such languid dreams. Were I but wiser I would have more purpose to pursue such dreams, but as of yet, I live them into fruition. I do not beg to create them, but to pursue them, ensure that their completion come to fruition.
Such thoughts, such meanderings down the pathways that only the mind may lead us upon, bear witness to the jumble that lies within. Where would we be without such remembrances? Purely mathematical beings that urge nothing, nor expect that which is filling of the mind with wonder. No joy in purpose, no sorrow of releasing a loved one, no melancholy at the thought of the now-faded rose. What reason would there be beyond ones' self other than purpose? I challenge the harborer of yesterday to release it. There is no absolute perfection in a mind preoccupied and focusing entirely upon self-fulfillment.
Such thoughts are rebellious against the nature of masses. Condemning in content, I keep them, but I share them, questioning the duality of what is "out there and commonplace" and what is "inside my mind; a truth I hold dear". There is no replacement for the time spent today.
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Jesus Christ. Philippians 3:14
Oh philosophy. I took the classes, now I can never go back to how I used to think!