December 25, 2010

Tiffany Bozic


I just found Tiffany Bozic's work, and I really really dig it. Some of my faves.








My Haircut and Lya's

Lya de Putti, whaddya know, we share a hair cut.


This is Parsnip in orange form (click to see larger version). Especially "talking with mouth full," "hug and bite," and "loaf." Probably your kitties are found here too.

December 15, 2010

Winter Break

After a crazy last day of finals yesterday, I hung out with Ben and MIIS friends in Monterey, crashed out for 8 hrs, had french toast, went for a walk on the beach, drove back to Gilroy, napped for 5 hrs, and now I am officially on Winter Break. A quarter of my master's done already! Crazy. Anyway, I have lots of time to relax, be creative, hopefully find a new home in Monterey...
Here I goooooooooooooooooooooooo

December 11, 2010

Brain Asplode

I went to bed more than 2 hrs ago, but I couldn't sleep. My head is exploding with sparkly ideas. Winter break is SOCLOSE, and I have so many things I want to do! But before it comes, I still have to finish 2 papers and study for 2 exams. Tuesday is my last crazy-filled day. Then rest! and fun! Until then, I'm not supposed to be spending energy or thoughts on sparkly ideas. This is a purge of how my brain feels right now:

December 10, 2010

Holidays in Monterey

The juxtaposition of the evergreen holiday decoration next to a live, green, flowering bush just seems like rubbing lovely weather here year round in the face of those who are already deep in winter. Sorry!

December 5, 2010

Psychological Abscess

If I seem like a know-it-all, it's partially because I've been traumatized. My bruised ego tells me I have so much information, and no way to use it, so my hackles get raised when I hear a possible opening in which to assert some of my knowledge. Before I open my mouth it seems like a perfectly reasonable set of facts to share, and I know what I'm saying is correct...but once I'm speaking, I feel my heart racing, pounding, my face flush, my words start to get jumbled and less coherent. A physiological reaction to speaking about this content. As though I'm lying--a strong inhibitory response. I'm not lying, I know what I'm saying is correct, why is my body betraying me like this? I notice everyone turned in their seats to look at me, I am acutely aware of the professor's lack of reply, I feel like a shameful idiot. There I am, exposing my wound for all to see. Letting the stench, the nastiness of my past smear me before my peers. I'm confused, disappointed in myself, impatient with the healing process. My face is red, there are tears in the corners of my eyes, I feel like running away, but all I've done is try to share a tidbit of knowledge from my past with others. The situation for outsiders was probably awkward, though forgettable. In comparison, my internal monologue damningly runs, "I suck. I suck. I've screwed up everything wasting my breath on something that doesn't matter anyway. I suck." What happened to the confident, charming, well-spoken young lady of the day before? Why must vet school continue to haunt me, turn me into a blubbering fool? Why does my ego take a stab at standing up when it should just stay seated? Why are humans so frail? Why are humans so bad at forgiving other humans' indiscretions? Why are humans so bad at forgiving their own?

Like an abscess, this wound erupts without warning. Like an abscess, this wound is not pretty. Like an abscess, this wound needs air.

I apologize to witnesses of this eruption.

Studying for Physiology in McGrath, 2004.
Inner monologue, then; "Just focus on this right now. You have another to study for next week. And every week. You must not fail. [deep down: Even though you probably will]."

Closeup.
Inner monologue, then; "Can't see the forest for the chlorophyll? Draw this again. You are no good until and unless you have this down completely. What are you forgetting? Probably something obvious and important."


Inner monologue right now, posting these pictures, "Why are you submitting to your ego still? Why do you feel the necessity to post pictures from vet school? Because it's so hard to imagine the intensity. I feel like these pictures are a tiny glimpse of the intensity I felt there. Why is it so important for you to impress upon people how shitty it was for you? I don't want to behave like a moron without some excuse. And I guess this is my excuse. A sad excuse. Why can't you suck it up and put on a brave face? I feel like I do, most of the time. That's what I want to do all of the time, but sometimes I can't help that I'm not impervious, that I make mistakes, that I'm still dealing with this part of my history. I am mad at me, sad at me, exhausted with this subject but can't shake it."


If you're still reading, Uggg. Double apology.

December 4, 2010

Gilroy Christmas Parade

Snoopy at least.

Gilroy Christmas Parade

"float"

Gilroy Christmas Parade

Seriously, they had the school bus in the parade. That seems like scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Sky over Gilroy

Sky over Gilroy

December 1, 2010

Fog in Seaside


Sun burning through one tiny hole in the fog over Seaside.

Fog over the hills


This was the first morning moisture made its way beyond the mountains that separate us from the sea. It's been on and off rainy since then. I love how the fog is rolling so close to the hills here.

November 29, 2010

Catsos




So sweet. Sleeping together, stretching, bath time.

Tea Drawer


My dream come true. Two full drawers of delicious teas. Instead of an alcohol bar, I cultivate a tea habit.

November 28, 2010

Verdant Packaging

I get so excited every time I get an email alerting me to the fact that someone has purchased one of my pendants from Etsy. Up I get, gathering my materials to send the package on its way to its new home. The name of my pendant shop is Verdance. To me, this is a double entendre, alluding to both my love of dance, and my passion for environmental care (verdant=green, leafy, lush. In my head=healthy, ecologically sound). So of course, the packaging I use to send the pendants in must be as environmentally friendly as possible. There are so many cute ways to package things, but I pride myself on not purchasing more stuff just for packaging. In fact, packaging was my main disgust factor when I worked in retail. I couldn't stand how much packaging each item took! So, I re-use little ziplock bags from Worlds Apart (where I was working in retail...I stockpiled those ziplocks with each shipment of jewelry that came in), then pack them with some business cards (and a thank you!) in a home-made pouch. The pouches are made from old cereal box-type cardboard.





Anything that comes into my house of that thickness gets torn open/flat, the edges snipped off (and recycled), folded and sewn into a little pouch. Sewing the edges means that I don't have to use plastic tape.
Sometimes if I'm in a hurry, I'll staple the edges instead of sewing, but I've been warned by our post man to be careful with that since these packages are delivered by hand and we don't want to injure our mail carriers! As a philatelic nerd, I prefer to use real stamps instead of the post-office print-outs.
A few doodles make it a tad more special.

The cats, of course, always offer their input.