Monday, November 13, 2006

Vogue Treatment

Abigail is 19, and a freshman in a state college. She goes to www.vogue.com every few days and checks out the newest fashions. She works in retail at a clothing store in the mall by her dorm. She lives only a few miles outside of a major city, and the mall is upscale. She takes the time and spends the money to make sure that, even if she can't afford most of the stuff from Vogue, she will get as close as she can to that lifestyle.
She has three favorite locations on this website. The first is the "Printable Fashions" link that is directly on the homepage. When she clicks this, she is guided to a screen on which she can choose photographs or fashion sketches from recent shows. She can print them out with a high-quality printer and post them on her dorm wall. Over the summers she will take some of the pictures of the simpler dresses and fashioins down off of her wall, and take them home with her, and she and her mother will work on sewing the clothes themselves.
The next link she takes is to the Fashion Review page where she can read various articles and see pictures from the latest fashion shows. Here she can also click to a streaming video link and watch fashion shows. Lastly, there is the "Vogue Room" link where she can go to see the fashions that only Vogue can get ahold of. It features private runway shows, photo shoots, and a feeling of exclusive access she can get nowhere else.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Character sketch

Erin Andrea Svegda is twelve years old, and lives in Birmingham, Alabama. Right now, it is eight-twelve on Tuesday morning, and she just got off of the bus at
Montgomery Elementary school where she is enrolled in Ms. Webley's fourth grade
class.
Erin does the same thing every weekday. Alene wakes her up at seven-thirty, and she, along with everyone else, goes downstairs to eat breakfast. It's usually
cereal or oatmeal. (except on Fridays, Alene makes the everyone chocolate chip
pancakes) Then it's time to go down to the middle of their suburban cul-de-sac
of Ridgewood Drive, where the bus picks up Erin and her two foster brothers, Mark
and Julian.
The bus ride is always pretty annoying. Erin's seat-partner is Lewis Sampson, who is in third grade, smells like old socks. He wears really brightly colored shirts, sometimes bright green and sometimes bright yellow, and a lot of the time he pulls Erin's hair. Her bother, Mark, is almost fourteen, and says that Lewis just likes Erin, that's why he picks on her. Erin thinks that's really stupid.
The ride to school is pretty long, and since there is no air-conditioning on the bus, it gets really hot. It's only March, but Birmingham is known for its
sweltering springs. Erin notices that Lewis smells even worse than usual. It must
be the heat. He flicks her in the arm, and she ignores him.
Erin decides to distract herself and think about the things she can't wait to do this weekend. Alene is taking her and the boys to visit Lake Toxaway in North
Carolina. Alene's parents live there, and they always have a variety of
unhealthy snacks and candy for the kids. Of course because Erin is the girl, she
sometimes gets something extra, like a barette, or something girly from Alene's
mother. Julian, who will be seven in two weeks, always cries when Erin gets
something more than he does. He doesn't even realize he has no use for a
barette.
Erin loves the drive to Toxaway. She will stick her arm out the window and pretend she can extend it really far and touch all the pine trees they pass. And of course, eventually, they'll stop at McDonald's. Erin loves McDonald's. Usually Alene
only takes them on special occasions like birthdays, trips to Toxaway or sometimes
if Julian has given himself an especially bad boo boo and his cries cannot be
silenced.
Of course the ride gets really boring, but Erin has a method of fighting the
madness. She loves to draw. Alene bought her a pad of Crayola colored construction
paper for Christmas, and Erin won't ever be without it, or her over-sized purple
pencil.
Erin loves it when Alene takes her to Edwin's Art Supplies. She sometimes asks Alene to buy her way too much stuff; a big green eraser, or a box of willow
charcoal (Erin isn't sure what she would do with it, but she wants it anyway) and
Alene laughs and shakes her head, her brown curls bouncing all around. The art
store trips are also special because the boys are never interested in going with
them. Mark will stay at home and babysit Julian (who will probably have hurt
himself somehow by the time Alene and Erin get back) and the girls get to spend
some real quality time together. Alene is an artist, and paints portraits for a
living. Erin always feels so proud when they are at the art store because Alene
always knows what she's talking about with paint and paper. Erin aspires to know
the same things when she gets older, and sucks the whole experience in like a
sponge.
Finally the bus arrives and the children are sent inside in their perfect,
single-file line. Erin is relieved to be in the air-conditioned school, and makes a
bee-line to Ms. Webley's room. Today is a really, really good day. The first
Tuesday of every month, a crazy guy named Charlie comes into the class to teach art
to all the kids. Erin gets to put her drawing abilities to good use. She hopes they
get to draw something cool, like a yellow fish or some weird African beetle.
The clock strikes nine, and Ms. Webley stands up at her desk to hush the kids. Then she tells everyone to get out their drawing supplies, and Charlie comes in with a bright green boa constrictor wrapped around his shoulders, and asks everyone if they are ready to draw Jake the Snake. Erin can hardly contain herself as she yanks the pad of colored paper out of her book-bag; and then, out of the front pocket, her big, big pencil.

Monday, October 30, 2006

paging Mr. Sam Hane, Mr. Sam Hane, your party is bitchin'

GOD it seems I never have time to write anymore. Not just in here, which I should be doing anyway, but my pleasure writing has almost completely stopped. Its fairly depressing. I was reading through my old journal from last year, most specifically this time last year, and I was really writing a LOT. Of course I was only first quarter...ha ha ha.
Anyway, Halloween weekend was stunning. I started Friday night at around 11 with Kasumi, Micah and Arthur, and we all went to this one apartment, where, unbeknownst to Kasumi and I, there were about a dozen hardcore nerds milling about in costume. (A few of whom were LARPers, and so they were somewhat used to the costume thing.) Let's just say, after a while, the drinking picked up, a whip with leather thongs was brought out, and, well. I don't shun the whole S & M thing, in fact I support it, but usually I don't want to watch other do it, and if they're going to make a party out of it, they'd better make damn sure that everyone present knows exactly what is going to happen. So we left.
Then there was this big house party in East Atlanta, nothing special, about half a dozen Strawberry Shortcakes and Rainbow Brites, and even a guy dressed as a keg. We made an early night of it, my heels were killing me.
But Saturday. Oh, Saturday. Saturday dumped everything I ever thought I knew about parties on its rosy red ass. Kasumi actually lives in the Sampson Street lofts, and when I first got there I didn't think the party would be much. It was only nine, though, and I still had much more driving to do, and it would be hours still before I could properly party.
I dropped Arthur off and headed to Blakes. THAT was an awesome party. I wish I could have stayed longer. Above all, though, I really wish I could have seen whoever it was fall in that weird little lap pool they have out back there. What a bizarre little body of water.
Then, around 12, back to Sampson street. And DAMN. There were costumed nitwits everywhere. It was fantastic! By the time I finally got in the door, I could hardly believe it. The place was so huge, and there were so many people, it was incredible. Absolutely alarming. SO many creative costumes! A box of crayons, elaborate pirates, soldiers, and even this guy, who had, BY FAR the best costume ever:

Say hello to Mr. Spirit Warrior Katchinka doll guy. I couldn't believe it. That was a MOP on his head!!! What creativity! What passion! What a costume!
This one was pretty good too, made moreso with the PBR:


This is my friend Max, whom I told the moment I met him that he resembled Gene Wilder. I think he made my night by being Willy Wonka.

Kasumi in her excellent Bear costume:

me in my dumb goth getup:

Arthur with his melty face:

Micah and someone else's hat:

And lastly, the whole shebang thrown together:




Happy Halloween everyone. And also, take a look at this photographer's website. I think it's pretty bad. I mean I can tell the photographer loves her work, but honestly! Plus the site needs a load of work, too:
ch-ch-changes

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Brief Update

I'm not dead, just busy. Pictures later.

For now, just this.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

CAMPING part I (no pictures)

Well, at long last I'm back in the city where I belong. It sure is good to be home. But I will give this past weekend the credit it deserves. It was awesome.
Of course, like any road trip, there are bumps along the way - Friday we were supposed to get going at around 11 AM. But 11 turned into 12, and then 1, and then continued right to 2 and 3, and then at 4, everyone was STILL running around trying to get ready and packed. We finally departed at around 5:30, only to hit a brick wall of Friday afternoon traffic THe on 85 North. It was horrific. It usually only takes about two hours to get to Clayton, Georgia, but we didn't get there till right around 9 PM. It was dark. It was cold. And we had to set up the tents using only fire and two flashlights.
But we sure as hell made it work, you'd better believe. By 10:30 we'd pitched camp and had spaghetti-os heating up on the fire. The case of Bud Light went quicker than I'd originally expected, and by midnight, we were all pretty warped.
The party in question consisted of me, my boyfriend Arthur, his room mate and best friend Micah, as well as Micah's girlfriend and my good friend Kasumi. With us was also MY absolute BEST FRIEND since the age of six, Maggie. We made a pretty lethal five-some. I'll have to continue this later...I need to get a good nights rest on a surface that is not cold, gravely ground.

Friday, October 20, 2006

you ain't seen muffin yet!

Well, Its definitely almost 5 on Thursday night. You know, they say Thursday is the new Friday.
So of course I went to the Famous, just like I do on as many Thursdays as I can. And guess who was there? Mysterious fancy-dressed-alone-dancing-guy. And he was wearing this sharp-ass Navy track suit with green hightlights. Great suit. Looked quite in-the-money, as ususal, and was dancing up a storm. I missed the white Gilligan hat this time, though. What a shame, it really is.
I realized a few things tonight, as well as the tragedy that Dance-Man is alone; I realized that, due to the constricted, college-life camping budget of my friends and I, we will have a dickload of beer...SHITTY beer, to be precise. Which is fine, you know, I can choke it down. But I really wish we had something GOOD to drink while pseudo-roughing it. Irish coffee?? Whiskey? I'm open to suggestions.
Alright, campers...until next time! (there will be no posts until about 10-23, due to the fact that the Appalachians have no wireless system.)
Until then, I'm going to test out this link-poster feature one more time, and see if I can't get some good sites to y'all:

as well as, the fact that, if one wanted to use this site to learn how to Yodel, one probably couldnt because its so damn confusing. And look at that little character-mascot guy!!!

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

warning, stream of consciousness abounds.

Is there anything better than sitting in the afternoon, drinking coffee and watching the History Channel? I really don't believe there is. The only thing I would change would be the fact that all thats on the History Channel are things about Hitler and the war.
I really want to take salsa dancing lessons.
And I really wish I could buy some stuff like this:

I like this site, too. The colors are pretty nice, and its fairly easy to understand. And it says right there in the top bar, "purchase." So if I actually could get some of that stuff, I would know EXACTLY how to do it!
Oh, and I TOTALLY LOVE those new world series commercials. With the Indians fans hiding in the cabinets, and the announcer guy is awesome, and the writing is great. "So what if your team is out? You're baseball fans! I live for this, you live for this, to the TV!!!"
It's the shit.
Hahaha this just came out of the TV: "Hitler was furious." Get it? Furherious? HAHAHAH! God I slay myself.
And Hitler totally could have used a makeover. Look at that emo hair! And lets not start on the dirty sanchez on his upper lip.
Anyway, enough about Hitler.
And enough about this writing. I need to get a shower and go shopping for groceries.