Merry Christmas!

In case I missed anyone in the Christmas emails I sent out (so sorry!), you MUST see this.
It's so freaking funny!

http://www.thecompassgroup.biz/merryxmas.swf

Crafts again

I took pictures of another project. I refinished this dresser. It was chartreuse before, with ugly log-looking handles. I stripped the paint and found at least three different layers--there was red involved at some point :(



The wood underneath was not nice enough for a translucent stain or varnish. I didn't want to just paint it after all of that work stripping it, so I whitewashed it. I filled in the holes from the ugly handles with putty, and I put new handles on.

Crafty stuff

I have finally taken pictures of the disastrous siwash. And apparently it is very photogenic.


These pictures would not seem to indicate a disaster.


Ya'll will have to take my word for it--this thing has the most ugly shape ever.
And while I am at it, I will post a picture of one of my summer projects--the door-bed:


Tha back is an antique door that cost me 5$ at a garage sale, and we cut up a second one to make the arms. It's a daybed, and I am very proud of it. I painted everything white when it was finished. You can't see in the picture, but it has an antiqued look. I decided not to sand off the original paint so it would turn out looking nicely aged.

I realized today that I cannot hate Justin Timberlake because, for some reason, he reminds me very much of one of my high school buddies. He has the same exact mannerisms--it's scary. As much as I want to hate Mr. Timberlake, his face takes me back to sitting in the orchestra pit at Cross and trying to shoot spitballs into the bell of someone's saxophone. Tragic, really.

I take it back, I take it all back

The TITLE of the paper is genius, but the rest of it sucks. I hate it. I hate you paper!
ipokeyouipokeyouipokeyou

Apparently the only time I can write papers with no writer's block and no problems AND actually enjoy the process is when I am writing about art and the sacraments. Maybe I should be studying theology. Check out my kick-ass title:

"Word made flesh," Flesh made word, and flesh-made Word:
Hopkins, Incarnation, and the Sacramental Nature of Artistic Vocation

I don't think I've written a better paper. Although it's not done yet, so I shouldn't really make such outrageous claims.