Huo's Gift

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angels with dirty carburetors

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Laural at the coast

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eating hummus and sprouted bread! yummy.

It would have been a great afternoon if the storm stayed offshore.

Newport

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We visted Newport on 6/19. The weather was turning bad just as we sat down to eat.


On a side note- I love the new blogger photo posting feature! I can get bigger pictures on my site now. Yee-Haw!!!!

Sunday in Suburbia

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We visited the new Bridgeport Village shopping area in Tigard this weekend. Tudeski dubbed it the "suburban stepford town" as everything was very shiny and orderly and well, perfect. The streets were clean, the children’s play area contained that funky soft foam ground, the valet parking attendants stood at attention, and the Regal cinema had no sticky floors. It was rather eerie. I guess I'm just used to the graffiti and homeless people and hippies.

down came the rain

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where is our summer?

Adopt the pace of nature

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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Slapping my thigh and laughing hysterically...

I found this site today: blogthings.com
and this list below was on there. These are all so, so true! hahahahahaha

You Know You're From Wisconsin When...

You can taste a difference in cheese made somewhere else (so true...I hate Tillamook cheese and damn it, there are no happy cows in California)

You can find and pronounce : Eau Claire, Oconomowoc, Menomonee Falls, Waukesha, and La Crosse, Fond du Lac.

You can correctly spell Milwaukee. (Oregonians got it wrong)

You know what "bubbler" means.

A holstein cow outside of Wisconsin makes you miss home.

When talking about the Green Bay Packers you refer to them as "we".

You know what a brat is, and they're at every outdoor event that your family has ever had.

You've said "Of course they'll win. They're God's team." (I don't think I've ever actually said that but in very small letters on every Wisconsinite's birth certificate it says we must root for the badgers/packers/bucks no matter how bad a season they are having)

You think everyone from south of Madison has an accent.

You can identify a Michigan accent.

Down South to you means Chicago.

You consider Madison exotic.

You can recognize someone from Illinois from their driving. (Damn FIB's...uh, that's fucking illinois bastards to you)

Bucky the Badger hangs on your Christmas tree even if you didn't go to University of Wisconsin Madison.

You can use the word "ya der hey" easily in a sentence

You hear someone use the words "uff-dah" and you don't immediately break into uncontrollable laughter. (That's the family slogan!)

You own a cheesehead

You know what a FIB is and can spot them a mile away. (See, told ya)

You think of the major four food groups as cheese, beer, brats and Jell-O salad with marshmallows.

You have eaten a cow pie at the State Fair. (And a brat-burger too!)

Country Kitchen is the place to meet after the party (and why not...they never close!)

You can't be friends with a Vikings fan (can't trust them, they don't play fair)

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Wisconsin. ('nuf said)

Oregon Dunes Overlook

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9:16 on a Wednesday

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But only so an hour

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Elijah's Butterfly

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Blue Skies all the way Baby!

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Found a Peanut

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Morning Train

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Union

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Madison Sunset

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I should really call this the 'Vanilla Sky' shot.

"Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles...

...staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about mission statements."

I don't mean to complain but today is just one of those work days. You know the kind. When the clock moves backwards (I swear I've seen the clocks on our phones, computers and call systems move backwards at least once a week if not more), when the n key doesn't work on your keyboard unless you slam it six or sevennnnnnn times, when you have to wear "business casual" attire to a job where you only interact with customers on the phone, when the person on the other end of the phone thinks you're the idiot because they can't get out of a legally binding financial agreement that they willingly signed, and when the lite music they pump into the ceiling makes you want to take your bic pens and stab your eardrums out (Ashley Simpson IS NOT A SINGER!). You know that kind of day, right?

"Someone's got a case of the Monday's!"

Ahh, shut the fuck up.

I hate my job. I hate sitting here in a cubicle with annoying little brown cloth walls and equally annoying neutral brown swirl carpet (what's with the neutral colors in work environments nowadays? Who started that awful trend...and who do I have to kill to make it stop?). I knit almost all the time now when I'm stuck here. Everyday someone inevitably asks me what I'm knitting. I don't have a project in mind; I've just come to the conclusion that knitting something, anything helps me through my day. I picture a scarf that's going to go on and on and snake its way around the building and down the stairs to the lobby. I keep thinking to myself, "this job is only temporary...it's not forever...I'm stronger for putting up with this shit." But what if I get my degree and I end up in a job where I work in another shit brown colored cubical with shit brown carpets and amusing posters on the walls that read such spirit lifting quotes as "Be Your Self, but Be Your Best Self" and "Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail" (What damn trail? I get in trouble if I don't use the pre-approved phone script!) What if my coworkers are just as smiley fuck-faced and zombified at my post-degree job as they are now? “I love my job! I’ve been here five years and every day it gets better and better!” (Did corporate hand out lobotomies at the last holiday party?). Could I handle this for potentially ANOTHER 40 years? It makes me wanna wrap the phone cord around my neck till I pass out.

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Demon

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Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.
~~ August Wilson

THINK

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I am done with classes for the summer!

No more raster and vector data models, or Islamic monuments to memorize. No more papers on women facing discrimination in the architectural field or GIS ArcMap labs to finish. No more standard deviation problems or Cordoba mosque features to document!

I’m done! I’m done! I’m done!

At least until Calculus starts in two weeks.

I was so stressed the first half of the year and I didn’t realize it until now. I have lost 8 full pounds in the last week since finishing finals. 8 pounds! I didn’t have to do anything except relax!

Pinkie

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Untitled

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Library at Dusk

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Jefferson Street Bridge Park

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This photo looks best when zoomed in on. I can't figure out how to present it bigger on the blog page.

figured it out.
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