I am now friends with the entire South African mogul ski team.

These are my new friends. On the left is the coach, and then the right is the one athlete :) They loved my blue sunglasses and asked in a thick accent to try them on. How could I resist there beauty and accent (and of course the yellow pants.) ? I couldn't. They were absolutely adorable and asked me to take their picture so I would not forget them and because they were wearing their new out fits for the first time. 

I am having too much fun. 

Miss you all in Salty Lake City, but I will not lie, I love sitting and working in the sunny mountains surrounded with foreign athletes, and ending the work day  in the press tent with the lovely Deer Valley Ladies. 

Introducing: The Chronicles of the Sketchily Challenged

It is no new news that I want to be photographer and it's not new that I am trying to get into art schools, but you probably did not know that I lack the pure talent needed to sketch. 

I am sketchily challenged. 

I never have had real formal drawing (unless you count advance art in middle school... i don't.) I really want to go to California College of the Arts. Yes, they do accept photographers that are sketchily challenged, ones who lack the drawing skills, and even those who don't even know what the word sketching is- but the chances are slim that they get in.

 I want to up my chances of them loving me (cross my fingers) so I am taking on the challenge of advancing my skills in the drawing and more visual hands, graphite, pencil using, smudging, artistic medium of sketching. 

This is going to be a huge adventure. Treacherous. Even dangerous. Possibly deadly. And above all frustratingly fun!

 I want you to be apart of it.

 I want you to be there when i crumble up my paper and scream to the wall, I want you to celebrate when I finally get it right and sketch like a true.. artist. (cross my fingers.) Anyways, getting to the point, this is the beginning of: 

The Chronicles of the Sketchily Challenged

Now let me set the scene. My artistic working space for the sketchily challenged is down in the freezing ice box of the basement. The drop in temperature does nothing but inspire my little fingers to sketch more to keep them from freezing. It's delightful. I have a whole three fourths of a wooden table to myself and all the supplies I could ever want (except for a penciling smudger which I noticed that I needed today. But that really doesn't matter in the scheme of things.) 

This is my art space. Isn't is just delightful? I have a perfect view of dead grass with a little snow on it right outside my window. 

Here is the same work space after the sun has gone down. This is when I called it quits for the day. Please notice the christmas mug that once had hot chocolate and the crumbled up pieces of paper that had some sketching on it, that i failed at, got mad, crumbled them up, and threw them at the wall imagining it was the creator of sketching's head. . . three times.  Also take note of the rubber cement that was not used in my sketching experience, but was in fact there for me to look at and sniff when I was feeling drowsy. It really gave me a boost in the ol' noggin. (Just kidding. I promise, I am not a glue sniffer. (or the more precise word would be a huffer) It really is just there because I bought it with my rest of my supplies.) Also, please notice my beautiful pencils. 

This is a close up of my beautiful pencils. See one is missing, because I was using it, while I was trying to sketch something decent. (I say something decent because I sketch all the time, but sketches of your name, hearts, and swirls will not get you into art school folks.) 

This is an artistic shot of my eraser and a blurred picture of my (hopefully is what Tommie was thinking of when he gave me this assignment) apple. I blurred it to make it look more spectacular than I think it really is. Maybe I will just have to send a pair of blurred glasses with my portfolio so all my art with look more spectacular than it really is. 

And finally, this is the artist, (also know as me) getting attacked by the pencil. She is terrified and exhilaratingly excited for what this pencil can do. She knows it will probably whoop her ass, but in the end bring great things is she succeeds. 

And that my friends is day one... Stay tuned for more adventures of The Chronicles of the Sketchily Challenged. Goodnight. xoxo 

photobooth tuesday.

This is for all the free sample eaters at Costco.

Do you really need to stand in line for twenty minutes to get a sample from a greasy old guy who probably didn't wash his hands after his last bathroom break???

I went shopping at Costco this weekend and was completely appalled by the herds of human flesh waiting in line, impatiently for a chip.

One chip.

Or a piece of ground up beef that was once frozen and just came out of the microwave. 

Or even a teaspoon of orange juice that has less real fruit in it than a beer does. 

Bringing your family with you to the sample table isn't a bonding moment folks.

Get that into your sample sized mind. 

People walk up to the table and park their big ass carts in the isles so i can't get to the frozen pizza section. Put your cart out of everyone's way, get your sample, and MOVE ON! Do not just stand there acting like you are going to buy it, chatting with the poor sales rep, asking them all these stupid stupid questions that you know can be answered if you just read the damn box, because we all know you just wanted a free bite. 

Do not even get me started on the greedy samplers. One sample is enough folks. If you like it so much, buy the product. If you are so freaking hungry go buy yourself a greasy hotdog/churro/chicken baked something from the food court as you are exiting out of the store and getting out of my way.

thank you.

we're catching bullets in our teeth and though it's easy when you know how it's done

I am an official slacker. It is already a week into the New year and I have not written anything in here. Already a big fail to my resolution for 2011. My life has been crazy good lately. School started with a bang and rushed me in fast with homework and school activities. I feel like I haven't stopped moving, but it is fun.

Im getting stressed but overly excited about Take Five coming up. Auditions are on Wednesday! This whole producer thing is turning out to be very magical. It is rewarding to me to see my directors excited and involved. I just want this year to be memorable for Take Five. I want to awaken a tradition that I think has disappeared a little. There is an entire list of producers before me, and when I add my name to that list I want it to mean something. When people read my name on that list I don't want them to remember me- I want them to remember Take Five 2011. I want them to think of the friends they made, the plays they were a part of. I want them to remember the laughs they had and the inside jokes. Maybe this is the year someone is cured of stage fright, or gets their first lead. I want my name to resemble a highlighted memory. As producer, it isnt about what people remember me for, It is about what they remember from Take Five. Thats what it is all about. My name will stain the page as an experience as part of a tradition.

sorry for rambling. it was needed.

I am currently obsessed with Bullets by Tunng. So listen in..


'Bullets' by Tunng from tunng on Vimeo.


goodnight.