tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39852384977926476382024-03-13T08:36:40.738-07:00Lions Tigers PearsA Canadian Craft Blog: Craft, Design, Illustration and MoreSiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14590880121348141162noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-15759541252897988422009-05-05T09:14:00.000-07:002009-05-05T09:18:47.214-07:00math is funChris Ware<br />+<br />Andrew Bird<br />+<br />This American Life<br />=<br />THE AWESOME.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4412391&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4412391&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-43176312442212776392009-04-17T11:28:00.000-07:002009-04-17T11:33:05.331-07:00backseat ukulele<div><object width="420" height="339"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x68540" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x68540" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x68540_ukulele-sessions-born-ruffians_music">Ukulélé Sessions</a> with <a href="http://www.myspace.com/bornruffians">Born Ruffians</a></div>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-44678434736430124612009-02-23T22:41:00.001-08:002009-02-23T22:45:24.388-08:00celebrate with stacks and syrupWhy does no one dress up for occasions like Pancake Tuesday?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/pancake_tuesday/set?.mid=embed&id=6784750"><img width="400" alt="Pancake Tuesday" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjZwTGdYejBDM2hHeXhDZUc3UnJiVGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Pancake Tuesday" height="400" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We should start a new tradition, no?siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-70108637642111477852009-02-15T19:37:00.000-08:002009-02-15T19:45:35.163-08:00the secret is outAs I was buying a cute new shirt this afternoon, my conversation with the cashier went down like this:<br /><br />Cashier: "Ooh, I like your rings!"<br /><br />Me: "Thanks!"<br /><br />Cashier: "Wait, what does that one say?"<br /><br />Me: "Robot."<br /><br />Cashier: "You're ... a GEEK!!!"<br /><br />She blurted out the word "geek" so loud and excited, like she'd figured out my secret.<br /><br />Which, I guess, she had.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9qaqjwhx7b9mTz1G6zV4zv66FBHRZnVtWNjW2qdrx1foaHjjrg1lvbi1PidTAN1Z0cxfbsZgZ2zMfKYxoV8ZeqQpeFnHU9LosHOTj_hP68QuAoz16RjD_6k61vPavY5u7KmIhfKNhVk/s1600-h/robotring.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9qaqjwhx7b9mTz1G6zV4zv66FBHRZnVtWNjW2qdrx1foaHjjrg1lvbi1PidTAN1Z0cxfbsZgZ2zMfKYxoV8ZeqQpeFnHU9LosHOTj_hP68QuAoz16RjD_6k61vPavY5u7KmIhfKNhVk/s400/robotring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303235908696985746" /></a>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-38168705105855705262009-02-02T16:39:00.000-08:002009-02-02T16:47:43.617-08:00My goal is to feel like be this.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-yMvJBLyyNZxSkgR1xvK3OJy3Z7URGUhKlLyh3lq4r1IiRd5eYMF2jFGLYRaj0PmL80I5d2EnSLXtVTHrHtjPdkrgSF6He2a9ovWYBPpMZYoCDG2kFXFRk5TMo4mrakWcOP-pxtLy2Q/s1600-h/girlbeast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-yMvJBLyyNZxSkgR1xvK3OJy3Z7URGUhKlLyh3lq4r1IiRd5eYMF2jFGLYRaj0PmL80I5d2EnSLXtVTHrHtjPdkrgSF6He2a9ovWYBPpMZYoCDG2kFXFRk5TMo4mrakWcOP-pxtLy2Q/s400/girlbeast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298364507218067602" /></a><br /><br />(image by <a href="http://helmo.fr/projects/said/2/">helmo</a>)siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-90951782094926372092009-01-28T14:36:00.000-08:002009-01-28T14:42:44.784-08:00random question...Hello to Mattagami Heights.<br /><br />I feel kinda weird asking this, but do I know you?<br /><br />My stats show that I get a lot of visits from there. If you're in Mattagami Heights (or thereabouts) and you're reading this, could you drop me an email and let me know if I know you?<br /><br />lionstigerspears<br />@gmail.com<br /><br />Thanks.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-64634151050521330722009-01-25T08:31:00.000-08:002009-01-25T08:40:41.645-08:00today needs more ukulelesJust like every other day in that respect.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/dentmay">Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele</a> - "Oh, Paris!"<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB36ETTlOSM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB36ETTlOSM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/phosphorescent">Phosphorescent</a> - “Too Sick To Pray” & “At Death”<br /><div><object width="480" height="290"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4AGTIHqUqCvVSV5ZI&related=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4AGTIHqUqCvVSV5ZI&related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="290" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/katiedillmusic">Katie Dill</a> - "When The Sunshine Sings"<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzlzYdk9y8w&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzlzYdk9y8w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-20317839418838134812008-11-29T16:41:00.000-08:002008-11-29T16:48:02.442-08:00and after all, you're my wonder wall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBa6hhZARUyDpxTNQNPHdjTPEarkBrfsRwOFUXdNZWJerl_fgPrI-eN6tx85T7ukNY4rXIl5MxcaKALklRWZ5iD97pGVxhmDLRDVOAD9N6RwgcjbIYm2Ia1q0q5g1GIPcKDziZfJxFDo/s1600-h/board.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBa6hhZARUyDpxTNQNPHdjTPEarkBrfsRwOFUXdNZWJerl_fgPrI-eN6tx85T7ukNY4rXIl5MxcaKALklRWZ5iD97pGVxhmDLRDVOAD9N6RwgcjbIYm2Ia1q0q5g1GIPcKDziZfJxFDo/s400/board.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274244436834232946" /></a>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-6518085847475190932008-11-23T14:23:00.000-08:002008-11-23T14:46:14.409-08:00like indiana jones, when he's not fighting off bad guysIn those moments just after finishing a project, I like to take stock of my environment. When I'm in making-mode, I tend to pile one project on top of another, so I can keep going instead of stopping to tidy up. So my desk (and often my floor, too) ends up being a mini archeological dig. Layers and layers of stuff that makes me happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzCRgLPsmWsUPsANIVkVEUauiafOBIgSPYm9hsBkBILshHth1ep-IO14E4MKBrlueysdKXgnU5ITH1CqyFVXtgwahEOFPy3eVAmBpmD6Hg7un2dMzviHVjKcQtqtPs7ReatMhGl4x1ug/s1600-h/desk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzCRgLPsmWsUPsANIVkVEUauiafOBIgSPYm9hsBkBILshHth1ep-IO14E4MKBrlueysdKXgnU5ITH1CqyFVXtgwahEOFPy3eVAmBpmD6Hg7un2dMzviHVjKcQtqtPs7ReatMhGl4x1ug/s400/desk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270992368467012114" /></a><br /><br />Here's one thing what came out of this week's mess: a lil' owl to sit on the top of a friend's Christmas tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUY9euNRELQmMdxBnfyo7hF377K_ZXlQpnN4p7OWD21wfRSYpaqGa08CoNjWFmbJR54LvuHbg-jkROLo-D3bGB-Tu4oT_2-S1b0ARdu6INhb2_0bK3kZgZg5Iq_ZiauMrgGW-o05RAqQ/s1600-h/owl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUY9euNRELQmMdxBnfyo7hF377K_ZXlQpnN4p7OWD21wfRSYpaqGa08CoNjWFmbJR54LvuHbg-jkROLo-D3bGB-Tu4oT_2-S1b0ARdu6INhb2_0bK3kZgZg5Iq_ZiauMrgGW-o05RAqQ/s400/owl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271939644766476722" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGv8RpUrogf4c6Edm8cPlJic-0QRRGXuQO6afdOz3CuR852ftYBYeJIa5pZg4T_qfMvdO34bmReNEV2-mmzSWcJmGyfjtqlCqHCrtukkkgvOOTnu1foJrDrW-GL9VpnOGHz0uNHKClnU/s1600-h/owlface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGv8RpUrogf4c6Edm8cPlJic-0QRRGXuQO6afdOz3CuR852ftYBYeJIa5pZg4T_qfMvdO34bmReNEV2-mmzSWcJmGyfjtqlCqHCrtukkkgvOOTnu1foJrDrW-GL9VpnOGHz0uNHKClnU/s400/owlface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271939648965049394" /></a><br /><br />Hoot!siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-23959462126344405582008-11-22T12:37:00.000-08:002008-11-22T12:43:34.016-08:00be my little beastIf my closet were as large as the internet, here's what I'd be wearing today.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/be_my_little_beast/set?.mid=embed&id=4743818"><img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFklDanFSdFc0M1JHMmtzT04yaGMwNWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Be My Little Beast" height="400" border="0" /></a><br/><br /><br />Life is sweet. (Much like the oatmeal shortbread I just bought from my neighbourhood church's bake sale. Those ladies aren't afraid of butter.)siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-2063773073007081092008-11-20T20:17:00.000-08:002008-11-20T20:34:58.344-08:00paint swatches subconsciously made me buy this sweater<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhmI-fsnVG0s2yfB5gP0D1WsopXEuifZII3qBKRjdC2d74TNm01fml3glBa2nmTo1y6u48V4Tsdm5rUeIW8IC1oywfknQAooJkd81KXX3JwKPSzZiPl6M2VhuyT65Fh9Io8oVKoAQs0o/s1600-h/swatchsweater.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhmI-fsnVG0s2yfB5gP0D1WsopXEuifZII3qBKRjdC2d74TNm01fml3glBa2nmTo1y6u48V4Tsdm5rUeIW8IC1oywfknQAooJkd81KXX3JwKPSzZiPl6M2VhuyT65Fh9Io8oVKoAQs0o/s400/swatchsweater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270960890686981106" /></a>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-36628508771477340852008-10-30T07:24:00.000-07:002008-10-30T07:24:01.092-07:00lists and pies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3i43d49MYp_Um1Ktw6TFvVbNe-Ps3FJBvIG6PXF4EnNRpVvog3iXEiUJYWZcdQJqVnJvDkO7YcmXK1ZnjXJkWd1M9kWQ-KJILY4JkXTFBsFIMO4dHFQ103FksimLR8-vpYNE0dZ4dZfQ/s1600-h/pie.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3i43d49MYp_Um1Ktw6TFvVbNe-Ps3FJBvIG6PXF4EnNRpVvog3iXEiUJYWZcdQJqVnJvDkO7YcmXK1ZnjXJkWd1M9kWQ-KJILY4JkXTFBsFIMO4dHFQ103FksimLR8-vpYNE0dZ4dZfQ/s200/pie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262825950564621522" /></a><br />Lists I am currently maintaining: <br /><br />1. Items I look up on Wikipedia. (Latest: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhumb_line">rhumb line</a>.)<br />2. The number of emails in my inbox when I start work each day. (Currently it's at 665, down from 1193 a few weeks ago.)<br />3. Innocuous terms that annoy the heck outta me. (Witness: "Eco Bag".)<br /><br />Speaking of which, <a href="http://daytum.com/lionstigerspears">Daytum</a> is fantastic. There's something very compelling about tracking the mundane. I have yet to decide <i>what exactly</i> I'm going to track, but the power of the pie charts is there, beckoning. I can almost taste it.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-40546996548676800522008-10-29T22:09:00.000-07:002008-10-29T22:59:25.173-07:00sky light<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NpNkygUAxwl4Sl6Gy7a0_6jCf9zGg9S0nvABBRTbIxKBDqxOkyzD0pcABMKxO5Cr92Ms2OzkdY8xjvtH1yVa6LS0SgIvjMzcQyflpPADci33nKMV3ArBVDfQ2vfYzjEI1JsD8aHlc-Y/s1600-h/1sky1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NpNkygUAxwl4Sl6Gy7a0_6jCf9zGg9S0nvABBRTbIxKBDqxOkyzD0pcABMKxO5Cr92Ms2OzkdY8xjvtH1yVa6LS0SgIvjMzcQyflpPADci33nKMV3ArBVDfQ2vfYzjEI1JsD8aHlc-Y/s400/1sky1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262822527928057346" /></a><br /><br />Some days, after a long day's work, you walk outside and look up. Then your day starts again, for real this time.<br /><br />I don't know what's going on up there, but I like it.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-41287754783624195992008-09-30T22:42:00.000-07:002008-09-30T22:52:18.056-07:00free science kit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Q7AJNb_uVcJmMQjMNUrc7JyHCNwvoo5eJxbCrrp4Y_h_4KS41fWlzIwYcFuIj-PqkYsHCNZFL_8JnTqN4EKE1In64NetPDX35XCXFD2QdnF0SPH8GNbB41x9lZNZh1FeovIoQN5FpYA/s1600-h/freescience.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Q7AJNb_uVcJmMQjMNUrc7JyHCNwvoo5eJxbCrrp4Y_h_4KS41fWlzIwYcFuIj-PqkYsHCNZFL_8JnTqN4EKE1In64NetPDX35XCXFD2QdnF0SPH8GNbB41x9lZNZh1FeovIoQN5FpYA/s400/freescience.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252056826874102402" /></a><br /><br />I resisted.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-36889556046598922502008-09-26T21:10:00.000-07:002008-09-30T23:12:10.440-07:00love at first listen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZO4VcC-G4bHDgw-JwMswwNBAJn5PktwnpcZGqe-QWbPMEKH28y3JJq-iz6RyjVdt4n_b-BPQrJQDWCci30ax3EOc0wDbwR7mncnP2FHjG8dXwIJMy2JBOdxQ3ihAt7heETNoSISyTiU/s1600-h/snail-wall.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZO4VcC-G4bHDgw-JwMswwNBAJn5PktwnpcZGqe-QWbPMEKH28y3JJq-iz6RyjVdt4n_b-BPQrJQDWCci30ax3EOc0wDbwR7mncnP2FHjG8dXwIJMy2JBOdxQ3ihAt7heETNoSISyTiU/s400/snail-wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250883336879760082" /></a><br />I heard this song for the first time today and I love it.<br /><br />"Natural" by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/okaytheband">Okay</a>.<br /><br />It's a creaky, beautiful song in two parts with a fantastic build.<br /><br /><i>I want you, I want you to be happy.</i>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-10319977290460762342008-09-09T22:35:00.000-07:002008-09-09T22:42:19.611-07:00lost & foundWhile searching for another file on my laptop, I came across this sketch from a couple of years ago. It's yet another unfinished project I started, but I kind of like it incomplete and messed up like it is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fWA8ob9BeB5Z_RZtfToCNGf864seEXbdpTcEPGoM_qEJZZtlTJ_BHdDEPg0xpCUvuluFREB_dwmt06kmzvH4n6pBouhZbbpDcjOB_-uAuVXQjeQjVW0e1ES0ru0GEV8SDzUaVuGnBqA/s1600-h/3d-with-colour+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fWA8ob9BeB5Z_RZtfToCNGf864seEXbdpTcEPGoM_qEJZZtlTJ_BHdDEPg0xpCUvuluFREB_dwmt06kmzvH4n6pBouhZbbpDcjOB_-uAuVXQjeQjVW0e1ES0ru0GEV8SDzUaVuGnBqA/s400/3d-with-colour+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244262305350796994" /></a>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-87161488024856272212008-09-01T16:01:00.000-07:002008-09-01T16:22:40.631-07:00bats, birds and furSome days need theme songs; this is especially true of Saturdays. Recently, my weekend theme songs have featured bats, birds and fur.<br /><br />The Saturday before last: "<a href="http://www.youaintnopicasso.com/2008/05/27/tullycraft-announce-summer/">Fangs on Bats</a>" by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/tullycraft">Tullycraft</a><br /><i>Fangs on bats. Heavy metal heartbreak. Taking over the world.</i><br /><br />Last Saturday: "<a href="http://instrumentalanalysis.blogspot.com/2008/07/state-bird.html">I Saw the Light</a>" by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/statebirdmusic">State Bird</a><br /><i>I saw the light, yeah, it shined in my eyes, now I cannot look away. Clouds opened up and the sun came through, it was a glorious day.</i><br /><br />This Saturday: "<a href="http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/2008/09/tlobf’s-monthly-mix-tape-september-edition-download/">Furr</a>" by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/blitzentrapper">Blizten Trapper</a><br /><i>So I drove into the woods and wandering aimlessly about, till I heard my mother shouting through the fog. It turned out to be the howling of a dog. Or a wolf to be exact.</i><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEyLN2QUvzMKByXKT7Q57jJZboRs6HrtaYn_4HbUw4HYruVjnWUC1Aimt0WB82iBVVvP-JWsM8vYXxm0Gg2ccpzQ-rxojHFK_Lr2fhn2EnflT0esAfKm0v_kq8yvhwm4ihyphenhyphenob_4wyJikc/s1600-h/wolf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEyLN2QUvzMKByXKT7Q57jJZboRs6HrtaYn_4HbUw4HYruVjnWUC1Aimt0WB82iBVVvP-JWsM8vYXxm0Gg2ccpzQ-rxojHFK_Lr2fhn2EnflT0esAfKm0v_kq8yvhwm4ihyphenhyphenob_4wyJikc/s400/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241196460410317794" /></a>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-86668631301387738522008-08-11T21:43:00.000-07:002008-08-12T10:07:11.694-07:00search for zenSearch stats are so interesting. Really. I like discovering what people are looking for - and what led them to me.<br /><br />The stats feature on flickr is particularly fun (be sure to turn it on if you have a Pro account); they're like little stories about people out in weblandia.<br /><br />Today I thought the referral search terms were being particularly poetic. It's almost a little haiku, minus all that 5/7/5 hoopla.<br /><br />little gymnast<br />giant fan<br />wardrobe<br />foot tattoosiobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-54485250746205759192008-07-11T20:21:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:46:14.400-08:00best songs to listen to on headphones while walking to work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBPn2oZGVBzKW5Sy_YyJczWMeDZZ9Y31pMxViSEtZP43c383NLjxFMjqZtGcDKPc-RxrMY9h9w9zfQQntAv7swEmjPB3MMcrg250rq18_6dj39K4bvy4dBALhySollvtC_PoGAMG0RH0/s1600-h/Beirut+modified+72dpi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBPn2oZGVBzKW5Sy_YyJczWMeDZZ9Y31pMxViSEtZP43c383NLjxFMjqZtGcDKPc-RxrMY9h9w9zfQQntAv7swEmjPB3MMcrg250rq18_6dj39K4bvy4dBALhySollvtC_PoGAMG0RH0/s400/Beirut+modified+72dpi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221970332233331858" /></a><br /><br />1. "By Night into Paradise" by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/chet">Chet</a><br />[<a href="http://www.saidthegramophone.com/archives/its_mine_land_mine.php">download</a>]<br /><br />Horns: Yes<br />Tambourine: Yes<br />Falsetto: Yes<br /><br /><i>"In the spring, it's a drive; in the fall there is a mist that will just cover you in awe."</i><br /><br />. . .<br /><br />2. "Inside the Cinema" by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/culturereject">Culture Reject</a><br />[<a href="http://whitewhale.ca/label/artist/culturereject/">download</a>]<br /><br />Horns: Yes<br />Hand claps: Yes<br />Xylophone: Yes<br /><br /><i>"I love that Bill Murray, man."</i><br /><br />. . .<br /><br />3. "Olive Hearts" by <a href="http://www.bowerbirds.org/index2.php">Bowerbirds</a><br />[<a href="http://www.blogotheque.net/Bon-Iver-s-choices">download</a>]<br /><br />Hand claps: Yes<br />Tambourine: Yes<br />Accordion: Yes<br /><br /><i>"Our glasses clink, and our plastic swords stab our olive hearts."</i><br /><br />. . .<br /><br />4. "Forks And Knives (La Fête)" by <a href="http://www.beirutband.com/">Beirut</a><br />[<a href="http://flyingclubcup.com/spip.php?article8">video</a>]<br /><br />Horns: Yes<br />Violins: Yes<br />Accordion: Yes<br /><br /><i>"And of course my childhood, forks and knives and a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again."</i><br /><br />. . .<br /><br />P.S. The drawing's of one of the guys in Beirut, holding up his trumpet above his head and belting out the chorus to "Forks And Knives". Such a good show.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-22792574043024128392008-06-29T22:15:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:46:14.841-08:00scannerloveI finally have a scanner that works. <i>Works!</i> Although I love the colour purple, it's not always ideal to have bruise-like blotches across every picture. This is much better.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-sHVQZ1vy1X2JzjV73YOV3EXvgjrUsyrsxSHCcBcKsoWkMBwYRO8ZNjPSTKQOP7Up-ZhmsFpzKEa_24tnA87waJe0lWHsTMzB6spKEeffKqPCk23ny_8kL71dX8_IgW18zB7VeFtHK4/s1600-h/LadyPhoto600tiff.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-sHVQZ1vy1X2JzjV73YOV3EXvgjrUsyrsxSHCcBcKsoWkMBwYRO8ZNjPSTKQOP7Up-ZhmsFpzKEa_24tnA87waJe0lWHsTMzB6spKEeffKqPCk23ny_8kL71dX8_IgW18zB7VeFtHK4/s400/LadyPhoto600tiff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217543991718369458" /></a><br /><br />Getting this scanner fits in well with my horoscope this week, which says... oh wait, I can scan that, too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJIqNJBe408OXvG7RjECcQBPiZka0rQdA1oqtCNzJ5zD9ugonzpJFnWlzhjhlyON7GfjL_8-ocifYH6jQebZqt0VW6H0DrCmpLbdFUT98pnBnbBaqT1U4USXWETVroV92mEAE7Ewj1Js/s1600-h/horoscope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJIqNJBe408OXvG7RjECcQBPiZka0rQdA1oqtCNzJ5zD9ugonzpJFnWlzhjhlyON7GfjL_8-ocifYH6jQebZqt0VW6H0DrCmpLbdFUT98pnBnbBaqT1U4USXWETVroV92mEAE7Ewj1Js/s400/horoscope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217546775808624498" /></a><br /><br />Sounds good to me.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-27815546994845835742008-06-02T20:04:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:46:14.989-08:00surrounded by things i love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAJLR42H2Jc-xT187W03Y8auqF3FJ2yctyIF6433n8JFPImqKSchK4uraOsyKOqWl_jmAuBbHs4dxiAHLzR5JB0yrZOEy_ch6JslxZjnRtFfmHSLDUNpLWzZtwMrw6Dje7e0P8SgKks0/s1600-h/desk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAJLR42H2Jc-xT187W03Y8auqF3FJ2yctyIF6433n8JFPImqKSchK4uraOsyKOqWl_jmAuBbHs4dxiAHLzR5JB0yrZOEy_ch6JslxZjnRtFfmHSLDUNpLWzZtwMrw6Dje7e0P8SgKks0/s400/desk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207487885562932114" /></a>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-9310320755749938472008-05-09T21:15:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:46:15.161-08:00hello, springtimeThere's this indentation in the sidewalk that I pass by every day on the way home from work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejK4ttT0gVU1IHdXWKdK2bT8gnzYTQt80vYZZ14SP1xmR1TF6n6-Rz7Rbgtyy9DgvvpKAwyUuKc6yZWw-0XcrsZfaoyOf9oUBXMc-g1kU7uUCbNtuN4czSCeBhdjiiy1GB1FNQicm7bE/s1600-h/petals.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejK4ttT0gVU1IHdXWKdK2bT8gnzYTQt80vYZZ14SP1xmR1TF6n6-Rz7Rbgtyy9DgvvpKAwyUuKc6yZWw-0XcrsZfaoyOf9oUBXMc-g1kU7uUCbNtuN4czSCeBhdjiiy1GB1FNQicm7bE/s400/petals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198602098331889538" /></a><br /><br />When I see it, I think about my secret wish to fill it with white resin and black shiny letters that spell out HELLO. It would make the perfect speech bubble.<br /><br />I'll probably (definitely) never do that, so I'm glad that mother nature is stepping in to create some beautiful street art all her own.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-71681573270583141322008-04-28T21:50:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:46:15.323-08:00and and the ampersand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBPsFjAP9YAxB5IjD72eHcXs9ZStrDRI4IBO57dIGTCGR55oWXWTdd4a4cUe6NAymbKWUz1InKqmbAXESs7suiKzaAsOmnsKNObKEP7k20V2B33xzu5SJnyu8dEYu5Byqmy7RG4U6-aE/s1600-h/ampersand.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBPsFjAP9YAxB5IjD72eHcXs9ZStrDRI4IBO57dIGTCGR55oWXWTdd4a4cUe6NAymbKWUz1InKqmbAXESs7suiKzaAsOmnsKNObKEP7k20V2B33xzu5SJnyu8dEYu5Byqmy7RG4U6-aE/s200/ampersand.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194530387467468066" /></a>Hoefler & Frere-Jones type foundry have <a href="http://www.typography.com/ask/showBlog.php?blogID=98">a nice write-up on the ampersand</a>, possibly the most popular typographic kid on the block.<br /><br />Two amazing things I did not know about the ampersand:<br /><br />1. The ampersand was around for at least 600 years before the letter W.<br /><br />2. Some credit the ampersand's invention to Cicero’s secretary. (I sure hope Cicero gave his secretary a raise for that.)<br /><br />Also worth a read are H&FJ's takes on the <a href="http://www.typography.com/ask/showBlog.php?blogID=84">pilcrow</a>, aka the paragraph mark, and the <a href="http://www.typography.com/ask/showBlog.php?blogID=82">eszett</a>, which is usually referred to as that-wavy-B-shaped-thing.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-88990185832722237902008-04-21T15:10:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:46:15.452-08:00i’ll side with you if you side with meDear Jeff Tweedy,<br /><br />You have helped me through many a stressful day. Today was no exception.<br /><br />Thanks again,<br />me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdjp2FlOn9vN3i_w6c_pNQCFqfMOPXvdt7FwjyO3k9P80_ESv213y4cwofnmKU-XvUgX2eMetMqSyCZcLbOszRSnCeCzQtamS_luamkt-CCPY-mzrzqImlbPCvpTzgyNDQOBOM3i4OKQ/s1600-h/wilcoshow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdjp2FlOn9vN3i_w6c_pNQCFqfMOPXvdt7FwjyO3k9P80_ESv213y4cwofnmKU-XvUgX2eMetMqSyCZcLbOszRSnCeCzQtamS_luamkt-CCPY-mzrzqImlbPCvpTzgyNDQOBOM3i4OKQ/s400/wilcoshow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191909254826064946" /></a>siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985238497792647638.post-14475735941265446682008-04-13T12:43:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:46:15.586-08:00it's spring time (and business time, too)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinz0Ekz3WL16gEiJLtNxUF6xSyu1HNT-8QZmU6BJa3Vi9PH3ogvRrNOyZBwxl8ByqSaKcGTjznrWhBEHeVSjV5DOxtOJLE2YQ0GUySg5u6GZe6bFTd2Q9fGDseQ87ZbdxRLdlbyHo9LkI/s1600-h/carmusic.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinz0Ekz3WL16gEiJLtNxUF6xSyu1HNT-8QZmU6BJa3Vi9PH3ogvRrNOyZBwxl8ByqSaKcGTjznrWhBEHeVSjV5DOxtOJLE2YQ0GUySg5u6GZe6bFTd2Q9fGDseQ87ZbdxRLdlbyHo9LkI/s400/carmusic.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188843509093625186"></a>Springtime has officially hit Vancouver. This means cherry blossoms. Sunshine. Smiling people on out on the streets. Shiny cars playing bad music really, really loud.<br /><br />Yesterday, one of these cars drove by playing a song with such ridiculous lyrics that I honestly thought it was a song by <a href="http://www.conchords.co.nz/">Flight of the Conchords</a>.<br /><br />Turns out is was <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=0USmdgFj1z4">this song</a>.<br /><br />Their voices really are quite similar.<br /><br />And the lyrics - "Get ready for a nasty time / All the nasty things we can do" - automatically placed it in the realm of <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wN0oDnoc3-c">Business Time</a>.siobhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03591791263372076237noreply@blogger.com0