tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46492837416747782292024-03-13T04:48:06.251-07:00Holly's Real BlogHollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-13721032406536534582013-02-15T11:09:00.003-08:002013-02-15T11:12:43.979-08:00Precious Valentine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Art by Will Geusz<br />Video by "Photo Booth"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807813174536417266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-4841342418090476022013-02-11T20:11:00.000-08:002013-02-14T09:34:19.426-08:00Great OpportunityNext month I am taking a trip with my friend straight to California. A week long trip starting March 9th and coming home to Albuquerque in time for school on Monday the 18th. Let me begin by noting that this is my very first "Spring Break Vacation" with school allowing me limited time to travel (or 'do whatever'), and taking advantage of that time in a big way. The friend I am planning this vacation with has been enrolled in classroom-settings since Kindergarten (1996) and is all too familiar with the schedule of "breaks" and "vacations" I am referring to– those allotted time frames of freedom are just the way the world of school functions and he knows to plan accordingly or watch the opportunity pass on by.
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So here is the cool, special, exciting part: He has never seen the Pacific Ocean before!
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Wow, reality check that I am a privileged desert kid who's been to California at least six times before (Disney Land three times) and seen the Pacific ocean every decade of my life to far.
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I want to write a sentence about how special I think it is to get to be with a grown up, as a grown up, seeing something so massive and timeless with sweet specialness of never-before-experienced experiences being experienced, but actually I just don't have the words to express this. (that or I have already used the words like privileged, cool, exciting, first and opportunity, but there is something a bit deeper than that fluttering under the surface of me)
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With much support from my parents, and confidence that Will and I are going to be great travelers together, I am deeply excited to drive straight to California.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807813174536417266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-56477627107260635312012-12-16T17:50:00.000-08:002012-12-16T18:42:49.328-08:00Old Amped by Will Geusz<i>An essay written by Will Geusz for a project on (a specific) location and communication in a Language, Thought and Behavior class taken at The University of New Mexico.</i><br />
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<i>Edited by Holly in August 2012 and for this blog post. Photos by me.</i><br />
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I think my favorite place so far is Amped Performance Center.
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My band, Emergency Ahead, first performed at Old Amped right after they opened in the summer of 2008. I have participated in this place for years; I watched it grow into the community that is the focus of this paper. <img align="right" hspace="8" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Old%20Amped%20-%20blog/emergencyahead250H_zpsc18a519d.jpg" vspace="8" /> I met and became friends with so many people and I fell in love with an amazing girl, Holly Dodd, who helped me write this paper. I was there for the last show at Old Amped and I participated in the founding of New Amped downtown. Everything changed, it was fascinating, but that’s for another paper.</div>
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The community at Old Amped was built on ‘shows’. Shows were in the evenings, usually they started at seven but people would show up as early as five and just hang out. Shows usually consisted of four live, local, performing bands. The music was the most important communication that happened at Old Amped. By standing in the audience you were receiving information and emotion, a view of the world, a piece of soul, from the performers on stage and you would communicate back to them and each other with your body movements and energy. Everyone in the room was exposed to the music and everyone reacted to it in some way, from dancing like a crazy person to plugging their ears and walking out the door. We all shared the experience, and that is what formed this community.</div>
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There was plenty of verbal communication as well, sometimes between friends, and often between people meeting for the first time. Sometimes you’d meet a person who was about the same age as you but was from a different city or state; you both belonged to a culture of underground music but you had different experiences in different places. <br />
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There would be a big migration at the end of each band’s set, the crowd would head outside for a break from the heat and sweat, smokers would smoke, and you could be standing next to a totally different person, or a different group of people, than you were with inside. Musicians were in constant motion, loading and unloading equipment, going in and out the doors, shaking hands, and selling merchandise. The conversations that took place there were different from elsewhere because during a show there would be limited time for talking. You could start talking with a person and then a few minutes later the next band starts playing and ends the conversation. Some people would stay with their select group of friends while many others would drift around and mingle. We all got to know each other. We all had something in common, even if we were different ages, different races, listened to different music, and grew up in different neighborhoods we all had ended up at the show that night and that was reason enough to talk to someone. As Holly said, “we were connected in that we were all people who went to Amped.”</div>
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We were all connected through this place but we didn’t all perceive it the same way. People were there for different reasons and had different levels of involvement. Some people were there because their boyfriend/girlfriend was performing; some people seemed like they were ‘dragged’ there by their friends or relative and would stand in the back texting the whole time. A lot of bands had one or two members who were really devoted to the community, they would stick around for the whole show and go to other band’s shows, and then there were other band members who would show up just to play their set and then leave. Some people would only go to Amped for one particular band, some people would be there almost every night regardless of who was playing. There were photographers who were there to take pictures and musicians who were there to promote other shows. A lot of diversity.</div>
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Well I’m at 5 pages and I could fill many more. There’s so much I could talk about: the owners, Rob and Dawn, and how they’ve built this business, the emphasis on original music, musician interactions inside bands and between bands, the ways I communicate to people as a performer, how shows are booked and promoted, genre tensions, fights, drug and alcohol use, mosh pits, skank pits, hardcore pits, hearing damage, the move to New Amped, the people that kept coming to shows and the people that quit, all the people who have only known the new location, people who say “there’s nothing to do in Albuquerque,” the rise and fall of bands and groups of bands, the future. This place, Amped Performance Center, has been a major part of my life and has shaped who I am today. I have also had a significant role in shaping this place. Which feels good.<br />
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Mentions:
<a href="http://ampedperform.com/" target="_blank">Amped Performance Center</a><BR>
<a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/emergencyahead" target="_blank">Emergency Ahead</a><BR>
<a href="http://thereaganmotels.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">The Reagan Motels</a><BR>
<a href="http://www.vanitytheft.com/" target="_blank">VANITY THEFT</a><BR>
Arroyo Deathmatch - <a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/arroyodeathmatch" target="_blank">Reverbnation</a>/<a href="http://arroyodeathmatch.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">Bandcamp</a>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807813174536417266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-12483544826930510222012-08-01T13:22:00.001-07:002012-08-01T13:25:30.157-07:00In a Harley Davidson leather jacketPhoto by <a href="http://sandradodd.blogspot.com">Sandra Dodd</a>:
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The other day in my bedroom, with Will getting ready to attend a late-July birthday barbeque party of our good friend Quinn Palmer! That was a very good day, and I am glad to have this sweet picture from it.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-56881371293877711532011-08-26T22:56:00.000-07:002011-08-26T23:13:12.079-07:00Summer isn't over until Labor Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAzAvzLqnQo/TliHYJAdvqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EZVWoNP4J40/s1600/Photo-0381.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAzAvzLqnQo/TliHYJAdvqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EZVWoNP4J40/s400/Photo-0381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645410981713395362" /></a>
<br />Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-72491697754303175082010-11-12T19:08:00.000-08:002010-11-12T19:29:59.748-08:00Cats Cradle Game?Sad to not have a friend to play string games with more regularly.<br /><br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Storage/Photo%20Booth/?action=view¤t=Photo118.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Storage/Photo%20Booth/Photo118.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-20554292581464787062010-08-06T14:07:00.000-07:002010-08-06T14:11:02.555-07:00Nuee<a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/?action=view¤t=DSCF9067.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/DSCF9067.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/?action=view¤t=DSCF9059.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/DSCF9059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/?action=view¤t=DSCF9080.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/DSCF9080.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/?action=view¤t=DSCF9081.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/DSCF9081.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-39163643648833367862010-07-02T00:02:00.000-07:002010-07-02T00:03:55.928-07:00Canada Day 2010<a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/My%20first%20Canada%20Day/?action=view¤t=DSCF9310-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/My%20first%20Canada%20Day/DSCF9310-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-45764366433601858552010-05-24T16:01:00.000-07:002010-05-24T16:14:18.103-07:00Caterpillar nest in Hudson<a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/?action=view¤t=DSCF8676-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/DSCF8676-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />I first walked right by this without noticing, but when it was pointed out I was so excited to step back and look! I'd only ever really seen nests like this high in trees with sunlight shining through. (in Coventry, Rhode Island June 2007 is the best memory I have of any) Kind of gross to think about, really pretty to see, but not much detail or evidence of life.<br /><br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/?action=view¤t=DSCF8677.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/th_DSCF8677.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/?action=view¤t=DSCF8675.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/th_DSCF8675.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/?action=view¤t=DSCF8679.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/th_DSCF8679.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><br /><br />It was so IN YO FACE I'm still surprised I missed it the first time... And come to think of it, I guess I missed it walking by the other way, too!<br /><br />The hats came from "beach night" at the bar the night before. That's Jess and Lily, totally local to Hudson, but willing to pose for my tourist-ish photo. :)Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-60568819923998222272010-04-22T19:00:00.001-07:002010-04-22T19:37:18.415-07:00Maybe they should be called "page markers"I have a bookmark that I made of turquoise and purple paper and box tape.<br /><br />Linnea asked me what it was, I said it's a bookmark. She asked where I got it, I said I made it. She asked where I made it, I said upstairs in the kitchen. She asked if she could open it (double sided), I said she could not. She asked why she couldn't- There were too many answers to give! I think I could have been in a 'put it back, please don't mess with my things' mood, but guess what, I'm not! I said that it's just what it is, it doesn't open up. I grabbed a book and opened to a random page and showed Linnea what a bookmark is for. I tried finding a page again without the bookmark, and then with the bookmark. Both of us smiling and giggly. We were sitting next to a box of tissue, I told Linnea that my mom uses kleenex as bookmarks and grabbed another book and marked it! Linnea was amused at how that made the book look and thought it was funny... And understood that it worked the same as any bookmark. And I'm pretty sure she also understood why my bookmark didn't need any more parts or colors or layers to it.<br /><br />I got back to what I was doing, computer things (as Adam Daniel would say), while Linnea was still checking it all out and playing with her stuffed toys. Then she stuck my bookmark in one of those books and asked me to guess which page she wanted, of course I opened to some unmarked pages first (since this game doesn't have rules against that), and we both laughed when I got the right page and we played again. We found a way to play with that bookmark! And a real way, with real books. That was really cool.<br /><br /><br />The books were "Memoirs of a Geisha" and "Sixty Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong"-- Both books I have borrowed from Linnea's parents, and both I have yet to even open... Except to show my friend why I made that bookmark.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-83610241149229743512010-02-26T11:43:00.000-08:002010-02-26T12:15:15.733-08:00My mom for a couple of secondsA digital picture of a Polaroid picture taken with a digital camera through a polaroid camera.<br />[Click to enlarge]<br /><br /><a href="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/DSCF7897.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/People/Sandra/DSCF7897-1.jpg"></a><br /><br />At the butterfly pavilion in Denver.<br />--------------------<br /><br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Colorado/?action=view¤t=DSCF7869.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Colorado/th_DSCF7869.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Colorado/?action=view¤t=DSCF7875.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Colorado/th_DSCF7875.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Colorado/?action=view¤t=DSCF7882.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Colorado/th_DSCF7882.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><br /><br /><br /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Places/Colorado/DSCF7885.flv"></embed>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-26435116122865517972010-02-06T23:36:00.000-08:002010-02-06T23:49:30.650-08:00I found my bubble pipe!<a href=http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Storage/DSCF7615.jpg><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Storage/DSCF7615.jpg" width="550" border="0"></a>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-1602116215064553102010-01-27T17:59:00.000-08:002010-01-27T18:03:49.066-08:00Scanned hands!<center>I used to bite my nails every other day or so.<br /><a href="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/10nails1.jpg"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/10nails1-1.jpg"></a><br /><a href=http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/10nails2.jpg><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/10nails2-1.jpg"></a><br />(Click to enlarge)</center>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-70346481541001935272010-01-22T23:39:00.000-08:002010-01-22T23:42:11.132-08:00Three round things<a href=http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/ducktour063.jpg><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/ducktour063.jpg" width="450"></a>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-29712126658533685962009-12-19T15:31:00.001-08:002010-01-01T10:38:44.723-08:00Busking in a tube stationHEADS UP: The video might be awful. I couldn't see it before posting.<br /><br /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/england020.flv"></embed>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-69542062020819403812009-12-14T07:57:00.000-08:002009-12-14T08:00:04.882-08:00Back in Chertsey<A HREF="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/england001-1.jpg"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/england001-1.jpg" width="500"></A><br /><br />The house I stayed in my <a href=http://sandradodd.com/england/>last time</a> around.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-61353027742264640452009-12-09T12:01:00.000-08:002009-12-09T12:08:32.026-08:00Brief but clearHe was doing some fancier stuff before and after I took the video. He reached in his pocket, so I'm assuming his song ended. His other hand had long, beautiful musician fingernails.<br /><br />Also you get the exotic sounds of the tube train. (:<br /><br /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/England004.flv"></embed><br /><br /><br />I don't play any instruments but I kinda have the blood of a musician. I wonder if other people even noticed.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-74446818181375546492009-12-07T02:14:00.000-08:002009-12-07T02:25:26.439-08:00Lunch with dinosaursVirginia Water:<br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/?action=view¤t=014-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/th_014-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/?action=view¤t=015-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/th_015-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><br /><br /><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/023-1.jpg" width="400"><br /><br /><br /><br />Coffee Bella:<br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/?action=view¤t=025-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/th_025-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/?action=view¤t=028-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/th_028-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <br /><br /><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/029-1.jpg" width="400"><br /><br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/?action=view¤t=031-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/th_031-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/?action=view¤t=032-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/th_032-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a> <a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/?action=view¤t=033-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Staying%20with%20the%20Daniels/th_033-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-57922581332722812392009-12-01T11:50:00.000-08:002009-12-01T12:03:39.408-08:00The Thames on MondayLook how high the river was!<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowFullscreen="true" src="http://w248.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/Thames/01ae83fe.pbw" height="360" width="480"></embed><br /><br />Julie said "I've never driven on a river before," and Adam and I each confessed that we hadn't either.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-51428074491569995892009-11-27T15:15:00.000-08:002009-11-27T15:17:03.413-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lCQifOUlcDY/SxBdqHxuM1I/AAAAAAAAABg/F8mnrsppu1g/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lCQifOUlcDY/SxBdqHxuM1I/AAAAAAAAABg/F8mnrsppu1g/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408926130695451474" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCQifOUlcDY/SxBd1UtGccI/AAAAAAAAABo/ucssjPVIOg8/s1600/imogenwendy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCQifOUlcDY/SxBd1UtGccI/AAAAAAAAABo/ucssjPVIOg8/s400/imogenwendy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408926323144290754" /></a>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-13733426440673245512009-11-27T00:52:00.000-08:002009-11-27T01:07:38.550-08:00<img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/People/Adam/002.jpg" align="left">I had plans to play with Adam this morning since I'm going to be shopping in London today and this will be our first day apart from each other... After<I> two</I> whole days together. So I set my alarm so we'd have time in the morning to maybe watch Star Wars while we play or something, but I've been asked not to bother him and his dad while they make plans for their day together. They're going to make Star Wars models, and at this stage it's none of my business. So it seems I've been given a bit extra time to brag about what a fun and sweet kid I get stay with. Even if he's not entirely reliable with play time arrangements.<br /><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/People/Adam/010.jpg" align="right"> <BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>He really is delightful<3Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-64739647261238069502009-11-26T14:45:00.000-08:002009-11-26T15:13:38.617-08:00A brilliant suggestionThe night before I left for England (this last Sunday) I was laying on my bed with my mom and talking about everything I had left to talk about. (not to exaggerate, but...)<br /><br />She mentioned that she wanted me to blog while I'm away and I commented on how I hadn't posted anything during my visit home. She said that was okay. I said that I felt behind on blogging because there were things I meant to post but never had and that I just want people to see my pictures. THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED my mom suggested putting slide shows up when I had pictures (I mean artsy pictures) to share, and we kind of talked about how it's okay to not have captions and explain everything.<br /><br />While I'm seeing the irony of that, since I'm here explaining <I>so much</I>, I'd like to post a couple groups of photos to catch up a bit and hopefully get in the swing so I can continue to take pictures through my stay in England and start sharing them as soon as they're worth it.<br /><br />Enjoy or don't enjoy!<br /><br /><br />A flower and a mushroom taken on my birthday on the property Diana lives on<br />(and a candle to catch attention and distract at the same time):<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowFullscreen="true" src="http://w248.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/Birthday flower/0b5ee22a.pbw" height="360" width="480"></embed><br /><br />Doodle tops (right?) from an afternoon with my mom:<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowNetworking="all" allowFullscreen="true" src="http://w248.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/Tops/0a9596ed.pbw" height="300" width="400"></embed><br /><br />And while I'm at it, here's a video of that:<br /><br /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c111/SandraDodd/website%20various%20bits/blog/doodleTops.flv"></embed><br />(Mindlessly whistling The Beatles)<br /><br />Also, photobucket is awesome!<br /><br /><br />Coming soon: Something more interesting, less interesting or just as interesting, but hopefully all of the above.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-33414919956342898342009-11-01T23:34:00.000-08:002009-11-01T23:49:41.454-08:00November 1st 2009, you guys<center><br />Chance carved a sweet pumpkin, but I don't have pictures from when it was first carved, sorry. He stuck it in the fire place after the sun went down today and we all got to see what happens!<br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/?action=view¤t=023.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/th_023.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/?action=view¤t=024.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/024-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/?action=view¤t=026-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/th_026-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><br /><br />The pumpkin was fresh; it did not happen fast.<br /><br /><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/?action=view¤t=033-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/th_033-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><a href="http://s248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/?action=view¤t=035-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/th_035-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" ></a><br /><br /><br />AND EARLIER WHEN THE SUN WAS UP<br />A picture of Oregon that I kind of got in the way of:<br /><img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Real%20World/Life%20at%20Dianas/008.jpg"><br /><br /><br /></center>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649283741674778229.post-3827480373878982992009-11-01T09:34:00.000-08:002009-11-01T09:35:46.308-08:00Some videos from the other day<embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/001-1.flv"></embed><br /><br /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/002.flv"></embed><br /><br /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid248.photobucket.com/albums/gg184/OfPie/Things/003.flv"></embed>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315515327570361727noreply@blogger.com0