tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331191006523024542024-03-14T03:26:50.657-05:00Breakfast FruitsFood, Nature, Crafts, LifeBreakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-45949336274047803872013-05-03T15:18:00.000-05:002013-05-03T15:18:18.037-05:00Rain Day Project How-To: Silhouette Self PortraitJust posted this simple DIY art project on the official Fuzzy Grapefruit Blog. <a href="http://fuzzygrapefruit.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Check it out for the how-to</a> and let me know what you think!<br />
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-61241205662495745642013-04-26T10:51:00.001-05:002013-04-26T10:53:59.808-05:00Stumbling onto a Former Me<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Recently I received an automated email informing me that due to neglect, my LiveJournal account will soon be deleted...<br />
LiveJournal!? What the Hell is that!? That must have been like 10 years ago... Well, my last entry was 2006 so seven years actually.
There's something so strange about stumbling onto journal entries from the past. They usually contain reminders of things you've forgotten about -- people you no longer interact with, places you no longer go, activities you no longer participate in. It's like putting on an old pair of pants that don't quite fit anymore. Here's an entry I wrote back in the summer of 2006 while I was living in Tennessee with my parents, after I had just gotten my wisdom teeth removed:
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">So here I am.
I don't even know why I'm doing this, I hate online journals and the like. It just seems like an excuse to talk about oneself in an attempt to get everyone's sympathy/attention/envy/whatever. But I don't know, I'm aware my cynicism is reaching a dangerous level (aw, everyone feel sorry for me), so maybe I should just cool it and give you a report on my day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I woke up at a decent time this morning (9:30ish) to get ready for my visit to the oral surgeon. Unfortunately, I couldn't eat or drink anything 6 hours before my 11:00 appointment, so a full hour was way too much time for just a shower, but oh well. Regardless of too much time, I was late to the appointment on account of traffic (of course), but eventually got to the office five minutes after the hour and was immediately led to the chair of death. Actually, it wasn't that bad at all. They even gave me a blanket to keep me snug as a bug in my chemically-induced sleep. How sweet. The nurse placed heart monitors on my chest and hip as I commented on how sleepy I was already, not being able to consume my habitual morning coffee. She then put a mask over my face, saying, "we're going to go ahead and give you some laughing gas just to make you more relaxed" and we continued to make friendly conversation on the topic of caffeine until the surgeon came in the room. "You all ready to get this over with?" he asked. I'm sure I responded with something overly enthusiastic, but I can't remember. The last thing I can remember was him asking for my arm to insert the IV, accompanied by a comment on what "lovely veins" I had. That player. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I honestly can't remember anything else until I was waking up about 45 minutes later with a mouth full of gauze (shudder) and a slightly swollen jaw. And before I really knew what was happening, I started crying. It was actually really funny because I wasn't in pain, I wasn't really all that confused, it just sort of happened. And it wasn't crying so much as it was me blinking and a light rain shower developing over the eyes and moving south to the chin area... which I couldn't feel, thanks to the Novocain. The nurse allowed my mother in and the two of them sat by my side, asking if I was okay in a soothing motherly tone until the surgeon came back in to wipe away my tears. I swear to God, he wiped away my tears (but I don't remember it... I also just barely remember informing my mother not to worry about me being emotional and that "I cry when I drink too much" to which she responded with a laugh and a "really? I didn't know that." I said, "well, you aren't supposed to know that." Smooooth. Apparently, the stuff they gave me made me rather talkative because I also remember my mother later saying, "why don't you just lie there and try not to talk."
So the highlight of my day was getting my wisdom teeth removed. Booo. Well... that, and Vicodin. Ooh, and vanilla pudding. Okay, so it turns out I'm kind of sad, but whatever. Because right now, I've got a warm kitty on my feet, ice cream in my belly, and a Jacob Marley's Ghost-looking ice pack strapped to my jaw... which is more than you can say, my friend... more than you can say.</span>Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-66815278209513674782013-03-14T11:02:00.001-05:002013-04-26T11:00:39.784-05:00Fuzzy Grapefruit on NMTR Artist SpotlightCheck out the awesome spotlight on Fuzzy Grapefruit, put together by the very talented Riaz Khan via <a href="http://nevermindtherizzrazz.tumblr.com/image/45345813060">Never Mind the RizzRazz</a>:<br />
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Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-67930509369506948222013-03-07T13:07:00.001-06:002013-04-26T11:00:08.790-05:00Happy Lobby Day!Sorry, but I have a hard time believing that politicians should have any say in what women do with their bodies... especially when some of them don't seem to know what's what:<br />
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-47781845778290431322013-02-01T11:21:00.000-06:002013-04-26T10:59:40.035-05:00February Second Saturday Craftacular - Feb. 9th in Houston<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Do you have your Valentines all squared away and ready to go? Yeah, me neither. But come to this awesome love-themed show and you won't have to think twice about what to get your sweetie. The Second Saturday Craftacular at Hello-Lucky promises to showcase an eclectic array of loveliness that will have you oohing and ahhing just in time for Valentine's Day. I'll have a bunch of new bookboard jewelry designs, as well as a few new art prints and hand stamped notecards. Don't miss it!!!<br />
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<span itemprop="description"><span class="fsl"><u><b>February Second Saturday Craftacular </b></u><br /> "Hearts Were Sliding Everywhere"<br /> </span></span><br />
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It might come as no surprise that I'm pretty fond of lovey-dovey imagery, so Valentine's Day is a perfect opportunity for me to create more lovey-dovey artwork. I'm in the midst of multiple creations and am super excited to be participating in the Hello-Lucky February Craftacular on Saturday February 9th, at 1025 Studewood Street, here in Houston (more news to come on that soon!)<br />
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My newest lovey-dovey creation? <a href="http://etsy.me/10Fxg1K" target="_blank">A happy little volcano</a> who is just erupting with love...<br />
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-71694768060207115482012-11-09T17:20:00.004-06:002013-04-26T10:58:34.851-05:00A Song-Poem: Harbor Boys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-41825619826793450212012-10-19T14:10:00.000-05:002013-04-26T10:58:22.772-05:00 A Song-Poem: SourTechnically this is older than the last song-poem I posted, but whatevs...<br />
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-30220294668348445032012-10-18T14:45:00.000-05:002013-04-26T10:58:09.614-05:00Fun with LayoutsThe people at Groupon have such fun...<br />
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...I mean c'mon, there is NO way the creation of that ghoulish face is unintentional.Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-75439992922983831482012-10-04T12:26:00.001-05:002013-04-26T10:57:50.818-05:00Envious of ColdIt being October and living in Houston, I find myself increasingly nostalgic for cold weather. Changing leaves, the scents of cinnamon and wood-smoke, the brisk morning air that requires a sweater or light-weight scarf. I think I actually got a little teary-eyed while staring at the L.L. Bean homepage today. I mean, c'mon. This screams "Autumn":<br />
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...Look at those guys with their bikes, in their sweaters, feeling crisp and cozy. They probably just had pumpkin spice lattes, too. Sigh.Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-89234621891624326842012-09-20T14:58:00.001-05:002013-04-26T10:57:35.138-05:00Fox in the Woods Drawing<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-27276994006500839312012-08-25T10:59:00.001-05:002013-04-26T10:57:10.930-05:00A Song-Poem: SwollenMaybe my favorite so far... I guess I need to do more heavy breathing when I sing.<br />
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-39626358776491049242012-07-16T11:14:00.001-05:002013-04-26T10:56:29.381-05:00A Song-Poem: BumblebeeAnother silly little experiment...<br />
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Okay so I lied. It didn't happen on the way to the Whole Foods, it happened AT the Whole Foods. But it happened, all the same.</div>
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I always feel like I have weird interactions with the checkout people. Today was no exception. So I do my shopping. It's a super hot day, by the way, so you'll have to imagine me all gross and sweaty-browed. Oh! And unable to move half of my face on account of a visit to the dentist this morning. </div>
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I get to the checkout and the checkout guy starts making small
talk (as they always do at Whole Foods... it kind of annoys me). It's not that I don't like friendliness, it's just sort of... creepy... when total strangers ask you what you plan to make for dinner based on the ingredients you've just purchased. It sometimes makes me feel compelled to purchase the most absurd list of ingredients I could possibly think of. But then I would have a giant sea bass, a gallon of maple syrup, and a bulk supply of feminine hygiene products on my hands. We talk about how hot it is and how the city of Houston makes it borderline impossible for people to get around on foot -- The sidewalks suck (where there are sidewalks at all), and there are huge stretches along sidewalk routes with zero shade. Smart for 95º weather (and that's on a cool day.) But
anyway, we're chatting and I start getting self conscious about the
fact that there is a huge line of people forming behind me. But the checkout guy is really not moving very quickly and anytime I make a comment, he stops scanning my groceries and pays really close attention to what I'm saying. I guess out of politeness? At this point, it's important to note that I have brought my own bags to the store and I notice he isn't filling them. Before I know it, I've paid
and everything and he starts to get out paper bags. Before he fully opens the first bag I cut him off by saying, "Oh, I
brought my own" and he replies with an apologetic, "Ohhh, sorry. I noticed you had your
own, I guess I just forgot." So to speed things along I help him bag
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I HIGH-FIVED THE CHECKOUT GUY AND TOLD HIM "GOOD JOB!" As if he were a little kid or something. He laughs, but it
quickly becomes obvious to me that he had not raised his hand with the
intention of high-fiving anyone. But it was too late, the damage had been done. In a desperate effort to be really casual about it, I add, "cool, have a nice
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Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-34955253977077885852012-04-03T13:03:00.000-05:002013-04-26T10:55:40.205-05:00Houston Japan Fest 2012This past weekend, Ben and I went to the <a href="http://japan-fest.info/" target="_blank">Houston Japan Fest</a> with our friend from college, Akira. Although it was suuuuuper hot, it was a beautiful day and I even got to eat some seaweed salad (one of my most favorite things on the planet... I know, weird.)<br />
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Recently, I was approached by a photographer/blogger here in Houston named Riaz, who contacted me after seeing some of my work at <a href="http://www.whosinspace.com/" target="_blank">Space</a>. He was hoping to feature various Lone Star State artists on his blog and wanted to know if I'd be interested in meeting with him to show him my workspace and pose for some casual artist portraits. After the wave of 'oh crap, I really need to clean my apartment' subsided, I of course said yes. I'm so glad I did! Riaz is a super nice guy and a super talented photographer. Check out the <a href="http://nevermindtherizzrazz.tumblr.com/post/18436148955/nmtr-artist-spotlight-allison" target="_blank">feature</a> and his <a href="http://nevermindtherizzrazz.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">awesome blog</a>.Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-73797260022698013192012-01-20T19:39:00.000-06:002012-01-20T19:40:03.751-06:00"Untitled with Foxes #1"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For Christmas, Ben gave me a Wacom drawing tablet. I'd been oohing
and ahhing over them for a while, but I seriously did not expect to find
one under the tree. It was a nice surprise, to say the least. There may
have even been a few happy tears on Christmas morning (well, and guilty
tears about the crappy presents I gave to him... I mean, he DID need new
pajama pants, but still.)<br />
<br />On account of our dying (now deceased) computer, I didn't get a chance to try the tablet until today. I know it'll take me a while to get used to the thing, but even after one day of drawing I can tell
I'm hooked.Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-44296083085992859702012-01-18T13:20:00.000-06:002012-01-18T13:20:59.548-06:00Adventures in BakingI awoke this morning and entered my kitchen with three realizations:<br />
- I am hungry (and not for my usual cereal)<br />
- Those bananas are looking a little sad<br />
- Those blueberries are looking a little sad!<br />
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Now, I am not the cook in this relationship. But with Ben's somewhat unaccommodating work schedule, I've been faced with two choices: flee from the kitchen in terror and retreat to takeout menus, or embrace this as an opportunity to experiment (and yes, make some errors) in cooking. This morning's realizations seemed like an awesome opportunity to concoct some muffins, so here is the recipe for my own little experiment, combining elements of various muffin recipes from Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything (an awesome cookbook to own)...<br />
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<b>Blueberry Banana Muffin Recipe</b><br />
Ingredients:<br />
2 Cups flour (I used 1 Cup all-purpose and 1 Cup whole-wheat)<br />
1/2 Cup sugar (plus extra for sprinkling on top)<br />
1/2 teaspoon salt<br />
1 teaspoon baking powder<br />
1/2 teaspoon baking soda<br />
1 egg<br />
1 Tablespoon melted butter (plus extra for greasing the tin)<br />
2 overripe mashed bananas<br />
1/4 Cup plain yogurt<br />
1/4 Cup milk (I added this after everything was mixed since the batter looked too dry)<br />
1 Cup fresh blueberries <br />
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Directions:<br />
Preheat oven to 400ºF. Grease a 12 compartment muffin tin with butter.<br />
Mix together the dry ingredients in a bowl.<br />
Beat together the egg, butter, bananas, and yogurt.<br />
Fold the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients with a spoon or spatula (you don't want to mix too much, the dry ingredients should be moistened but not totally smooth.) This is where I added a splash of milk (you can see from the second picture that my batter was too dry.) Stir in the blueberries.<br />
Spoon the batter into the muffin tin compartments. Sprinkle the tops with sugar (and cinnamon, if you like.)<br />
Bake 20-25 minutes, or until the muffins are nicely browned. Remove from the oven and let sit for 5 minutes before removing them from the tin (in my case, I let all but one sit for 5 minutes.)<br />
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The verdict: Good tasting and a moderately healthier option than some other muffin recipes (with the use of whole wheat flour and yogurt). But, I think they could have stood to have a bit more sugar in them. Next time, I might also try adding some lemon zest to the batter and nixing the cinnamon on top. But all in all, a delicious and filling muffin.<br />
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-2613144793191151302012-01-16T12:10:00.001-06:002012-01-18T13:25:07.224-06:00Hello, MondayUgh. Mondays. Also, Benny has been sick the last few days so I've been trying extra hard not to catch what he has (we've even been sleeping in separate rooms like a 1940s married couple.) Last night he was like, "you know, I think I'm almost over this thing." So I figured what the heck, and moved back into our bedroom. Wouldn't you know it, this morning I awoke with a swollen throat and sniffles. Blergh!<br />
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Anyway, here's a little guest who stopped by this morning to say 'Happy Monday'...<br />
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<br />Breakfast Fruitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625353682091978801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633119100652302454.post-36408691938605712392012-01-07T12:32:00.000-06:002012-01-18T13:24:50.287-06:00New Bookboard Designs Featuring 'Dot' LandscapesI recently started selling my work at <a href="http://www.whosinspace.com/" target="_blank">Space</a> and am relieved to find that most of my items were sold before the holidays. There's nothing quite like seeing my sad dwindling stock on display to put a fire under my seat and force me into productivity. Yesterday, I sat at <a href="http://www.brasilcafe.net/" target="_blank">Cafe Brasil</a> for four hours, tediously drawing new designs for my bookboard jewelry. I really have a love-hate relationship with these items -- there's something quite lovely about getting lost in repetitive tiny little drawn details, but by the end of the day I'm pretty convinced that my eye prescription has changed a couple of points. The worst part is the walk home where everything has that weird Alice in Wonderland tunnel vision effect that comes with doing a lot of closeup work. But, I also loooove lining up all my new designs and seeing evidence of progress. It's pretty gratifying.<br />
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Also... how cool is it that the 'dot landscapes' sort of fit together to form one horizon!? That was entirely unintentional...<br />
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