Crafting with Canvas (358th new thing).

January 15, 2013 § Leave a comment

Day Three Hundred Fifty-Eight’s activity was suggested by my coworker Jeremiah. Apparently he had been browsing his Pinterest Board that morning and figured I could make this photo to canvas thing as a new experience. So I did.


Basically the idea is to print an image on tissue paper and then Modge Podge it to canvas. Sounds easy enough, right? Try printing on tissue paper. My printer jammed about seven times before I managed to scotch tape every edge of the thin paper to a piece of regular old copy paper. Even then it was a bit of a stop-and-go process.


Once  I had my photo images successfully inked onto the tissue paper (I chose two from my HDR photography day), I carefully placed them on the glue covered small rectangles of pre-formed canvas. Unfortunately, I didn’t fully let the ink dry and managed to smudge the sky on one. Barely noticeable.

I added more of the clear drying goop over the top of the image to smooth down the paper and set it aside to dry.


It didn’t turn out as awesome as those photos printed on canvas, but it was a cool project nonetheless. If you squint you can pretend it’s a realistic painting.


Lips of Rouge (317th new thing).

July 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

I don’t normally wear a lot of makeup. Quite frankly, I don’t think I would know how to apply anything more than blush, eyeliner, and mascara. I may even do that poorly. But on Day Three Hundred Seventeen I decided to step out of my makeup routine and wear bright red lipstick to work.

So bright!

The reactions were varied, but there was always a reaction. The security guard told me she liked my lipstick while the office bitch commented, “Oh, it’s so…bright.” I grinned widely and thanked her. Asif told me I looked like a circus clown. Jeremiah said it was actually a good look for me. One of the hosts asked me if it was one of my “new things.” I chuckled at that one.

I found the entire day very amusing, from positive to negative reactions. Any time I forgot that I was wearing bright red lipstick I was quickly reminded of the fact by the looks on my coworkers’ faces.

I don’t ever plan on tarting up my lips again at work, but I think it could be good fun on dreary days.

Eighty-Eight. Happy Birthday, Kingston!

June 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

On Day Eighty-Eight, I met my friend Liz’s little boy, Kingston, for the first time. On his third birthday. I had certainly seen pictures of the tot through Liz’s Flickr and Facebook accounts, but since I only get to see Liz about once every couple months (maybe even less now that she lives in the ‘burbs), and in the evenings, Kingston is usually snugly tucked away for the night.

Happy Family

I made the trek up I-75 and arrived to the party in full swing. I saw many adult friends and chatted to them while we waited for the big cake and presents moment. One of the highlights was the homemade ice cream Liz and Pili had mixed up the night before. Strawberry Banana Scrumptious. Then we all headed over to the living room where Kingston sat in his perfectly proportioned Grandpa-style kid recliner. Liz and Jeremiah were exceptionally efficient in the task of gift opening. Liz would choose a present, Kingston would unwrap it, everyone would ooh and ahh and then Jeremiah would really open it and make it play-time ready. I was impressed.

Opening the Presents

I had fun. I don’t get to hang around children too often, so a kid’s birthday party is a great amount of awesome adult time with see how cute everyone’s babies are time too. And Kingston’s cute. Hopefully I’ll be able to see more of him (and Liz) before he turns six in three years!

Cake Face

Day Twenty-Four. Solo Play.

April 11, 2011 § 1 Comment

I am not afraid of doing things on my own. In fact, the majority of activities I have participated in for this blog have been solo endeavors. So on Day twenty-four I left work early and drove downtown to see a play on my own. My coworker and friend Jeremiah had partnered up with some other dudes and created a production company called Griot’s Fire. Eugene O’Neill’s A Long Day’s Journey into Night was their first play, so I decided to support Jeremiah and accomplish something new by seeing the performance at the 14th Street Playhouse.

Unfortunately, I miscalculated the amount of time it would take me to get from Duluth to Midtown. I left enough leeway for all the traffic I had been hearing about and ended up in a parking spot an hour before the show began. I played around on my phone for a bit before texting Jeremiah, who incredulously asked, “Are you here already? Wow, you’re early.” I waited a few more minutes and headed in about 7:30 for an 8:00PM start time.

It was very quiet in the lobby, about 8 people silently munching on their purchased snacks and drinks as they read a book or played on their phones like me. I felt a little nervous and jittery, but didn’t know if it was from being there alone or the big coffee I downed before leaving work.
Jeremiah came out to meet me in the lobby and took me back to see the stage. He was stage managing in addition to producing the show with his partners. He gave me a brief stand in one place tour of the stage and then it was time to go back to the lobby and reenter as a patron.

Where do you sit in the theater? I chose a middle seat about half way up, similar to where I would sit seeing a film. The center seats in the first few rows filled quickly, and I wondered what kind of person wants to be that close to live acting. Maybe the hard of hearing? I certainly fall into a category of spectator who desires to be more removed from the action. Being alone made me more self conscious of my body and positioning. Although no one was looking at me, just the idea of being in a theater alone kind of made me feel like a performer.

The play was alright; the length of it kind of clouded my judgment. I had neglected to use the restroom at intermission, so by the fourth act my bladder was full and I was squirming. I thought most of the actors performed well, apart from one who played the drunk brother. He had a tendency to stomp back and forth across the stage demonstrating the character’s frustrations, leading him to be something of an over-actor. It was a bit distracting.

So four hours after I had parked my car, I returned to the parking garage. Yeah, that long. Despite not necessarily connecting with the play as much as I would have liked, I did enjoy myself. Experiencing a social activity alone is very calming. I like that I went several hours without physically or verbally interacting with another human. I was completely present, but removed. It was an introspective evening, even as I was involved in a story unfolding before me. I would totally do it again.

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