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June 29, 2012

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Maybe you mistake,
Metaphor for love.
We are not narratives, but
Love lives the stories.

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Project: Britt and Dan's Guestbook

A heavy-hearted post yesterday, but I am happy to share one of my happier moments today. A friend from work, Britt, asked me early last summer if I would create a guestbook for her wedding in September. We tossed around ideas for a few weeks. She liked the thumbprint idea, but wanted something a little more original. We decided to go with an UP-style balloon cloud, but Britt wanted a golf cart to anchor it, since she and Dan both like golf...well, Dan likes TO golf, and Britt enjoys a good book from the seat of the golf cart on a sunny day. I went to work, and, sad to say, failed to photograph much of my process. My plan was to use a linoleum block stamp for the golf cart, so I spent a lot of my time designing a clean, print-friendly version (did you know there are not that many vintage-y golf cart designs out there? Apparently affording a golf cart is a relatively recent phenomenon.). Dan also is a big fan of BMW's, so I eventually sketched up a wobbly design hybrid inco

"Share With Your Sister."

My dad sent me this photo a while ago. We were about 5 and 3, I think. "Share with your sister." As an oldest sibling, I've heard this phrase ad nauseum for the past 30 years. And, hammered into me as it was, I did learn to share, not always graciously or particularly well (most two-year-olds think sharing with their newborn sibling is akin to smothering them with a toy or blanket, after all), but though we had rocky points, Jessi and I did carve out a relationship that involved a lot of sharing. At a Spaghetti-Western Night Jessi planned. We watched Westerns, ate spaghetti, and shot dollar-store cap guns during the shooting scenes. (Photo credit: Mark French) We shared toys, although each of us had especial ones that were our own (Jessi had Buh-buh-Bear and Racky Raccoon. I had an unnamed teddy bear and a doll named Baby Dear. So, we were not creative with names back then, unlike my friend Sarah and her famously-named doll, Fred Jesus.). We shar

I am a member of the mass exodus

Xanga has been a very dear friend for years, and not the least of my favorite features has been my subscriptions, which date back to Wednesday, August 14, 2002, when due to the influence of a friend, I embarked on a blogging journey that took me through 5 years of regular writing and relating with my dear friends. Some practical jokes were played (never leave yourself logged in on the computer in your dorm room and then leave your dorm room unlocked when Jessi is in the vicinity), and jokes were had. I made it through the years of exhuberant commenting ( I think my record for an individual posting is 46), and Lord of the Rings-fests every christmas for three years. I'm going to give this a shot, as Nic's recent diatribe revealed so many new features here. As soon as I figure out how to find Nic on blogger and then figure out how to link his webaddress to his name, you can click on the link and read about the wondrous benefits of blogger. I will be double-posting to xanga, as

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