tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10694034408878496332024-03-13T19:48:36.568-04:00Commuter's JournalWhen is commuting between two physical states and when is it between two existential states? I propose that any commute is both and the answer lies, as the old saying goes, in the journey. Welcome fellow traveler.Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-15347361975161346822012-02-04T15:28:00.011-05:002012-02-04T15:57:50.299-05:00Too long gone<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DDopwgSRi3g/Ty2VU8QHoOI/AAAAAAAACEE/seMv-XiBFrQ/s1600/Blue%2Bheart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DDopwgSRi3g/Ty2VU8QHoOI/AAAAAAAACEE/seMv-XiBFrQ/s400/Blue%2Bheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705380489951944930" /></a><br /><div>It's so good to see you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Rather than my usual complaints about overwork and promises I usually can't keep to give my blog more lovin', I'm going to share my latest inspiration. It's a small volume by wordsmith extraordinaire Arthur Plotnik called (ready for this?) <b><i>Better Than Great</i></b><i>: A Plentitudinous Compendium of Wallopingly Fresh Superlatives</i>. Inspired yet? No? Then check out his Superlatives of the Week <a href="http://freshsuperlatives.com/Home_Page.php">here</a> or better yet, order one for your own self <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Better-Than-Great-Plenitudinous-Superlatives/dp/1573446602">here</a>. His bone-brilliant brio will put the badda-bing into your writing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Or not. But you'll sure have fun cranking open his vault of superlatives. Here are just few to get you started. Imagine incorporating these into your art:</div><div><br /></div><div>greatness laminated</div><div>deathlessly brilliant</div><div>unadorned perfection</div><div>cryogenically cool</div><div>ripsniptious</div><div>an alphabet of talents</div><div>heart-chafingly poignant</div><div>the caterpillar's kimono</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd love to hear from anyone who does use Art's book in their art or writing. Inspiration like this is so three-ply charming it shouldn't be wasted. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-84044482934301263062011-09-05T09:24:00.003-04:002011-09-05T09:28:45.446-04:00Flying hearts<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjy4H-5-Ues/TmTN2fdYzsI/AAAAAAAACDM/vUv6LTLH68s/s1600/DSCN7933.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjy4H-5-Ues/TmTN2fdYzsI/AAAAAAAACDM/vUv6LTLH68s/s400/DSCN7933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648866168670834370" /></a>
<br /><div>It's been far too long since I posted. Heck, it's been far too long since I let the artist out to play. Too much work, too many family responsibilities, too much pantsing. So I've been sneaking behind the back of my daily life and putting together a small project. Here it is in process. </div><div>
<br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-66567892802506382002011-03-18T15:38:00.001-04:002011-03-18T15:39:08.482-04:00Gaman<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoOhHWR5fvI/TYOv-yr9woI/AAAAAAAABuY/tIO05R2ynY4/s1600/Gaman.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoOhHWR5fvI/TYOv-yr9woI/AAAAAAAABuY/tIO05R2ynY4/s400/Gaman.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585501456162472578" /></a></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In Japanese the word "gaman" means to tolerate things with perseverance and dignity. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Japanese-American</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> actor George Takei discussed this when he was on CNN this week. "Today," he said, "we are all Japanese." </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My heart goes out to those who are enduring so much. Please give what you can. Gaman.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"></span></div><div></div></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-13551777536228880332011-02-05T12:44:00.005-05:002011-02-05T17:08:20.735-05:00Gone but not lost<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2Y8fwwXDI/AAAAAAAABtY/Q4h5jcCakDg/s1600/Vivian%2BMaier-self%2Bportrait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;height:335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2Y8fwwXDI/AAAAAAAABtY/Q4h5jcCakDg/s400/Vivian%2BMaier-self%2Bportrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570276479212739634" /></a><br />Today, I stumbled across a photographer who, much like my beloved Vincent Van Gogh, had brilliant work that was never recognized in her lifetime. Her name was <a href="http://www.vivianmaier.blogspot.com/">Vivian Maier </a>and she was a nanny in Chicago for much of her 83 years. <div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2Y8wSsJ1I/AAAAAAAABto/Z6aWsRCvo70/s1600/vivian-maier%2Bcop%2B%2526%2Bmatron.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2Y8wSsJ1I/AAAAAAAABto/Z6aWsRCvo70/s400/vivian-maier%2Bcop%2B%2526%2Bmatron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570276483650037586" /></a><br /></div><div>Her photographs were discovered by a young history buff named John Maloof who bought a box of her negatives at an auction. John was looking for photos of an old Chicago neighborhood for a book he was working on. What he found astonished him. Hundreds and hundreds of her amazing snapshots taken on Chicago city streets and around the world during her many travels alone. </div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2c6iFXXGI/AAAAAAAABtw/xOuBqqASEPo/s1600/VivianMaier%2Bhorseback.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2c6iFXXGI/AAAAAAAABtw/xOuBqqASEPo/s400/VivianMaier%2Bhorseback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570280843522825314" /></a><br />An acutely private person, most of Vivian's work went unseen -- even by her. Among her belongings were hundreds of rolls of undeveloped film. <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In a modern sort of Dickensian twist the storage locker company that held her stuff put it up for auction </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">when Vivian could no longer pay the rental fees</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. John bought these as well and has dedicated much of his time to developing, scanning and archiving her amazing work.</span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2Y8jivXII/AAAAAAAABtg/-k7kpuPtSYg/s1600/Vivan%2BMaier%2Bdebutante.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TU2Y8jivXII/AAAAAAAABtg/-k7kpuPtSYg/s400/Vivan%2BMaier%2Bdebutante.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570276480227695746" /></a><br /><div>If you're lucky enough to be in Chicago or expect to visit, the very first exhibition of her work is going on right now at the <a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/things_see_do/event_landing/events/dca_tourism/FindingVivianMaier_ChicagoStreetPhotographer.html">Chicago Cultural Center</a> through April 3. There is also a book of her work due out in the fall and a <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/800508197/finding-vivian-maier-a-feature-length-documentary">documentary project</a>. I'm totally blown away by her photographs. What do you think?</div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-8083164773113840612011-01-30T09:38:00.002-05:002011-01-30T09:48:52.267-05:00White out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TUV4oCEe5dI/AAAAAAAABtM/NrtsZ4nUlNY/s1600/DSCN7697.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TUV4oCEe5dI/AAAAAAAABtM/NrtsZ4nUlNY/s400/DSCN7697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567989143459259858" /></a><br /><div>It has been snowing here in the Northeast. A lot. The latest storm left in excess of 14 inches on top of the 3+ feet already on the ground. I lived in the snowbelt in upstate New York during two of their snowiest winters back in my youth but this has it equaled, if not beat. We've been averaging two snowfalls a week since late December and we're not out of it yet. There's another storm coming midweek and I'm praying it's just snow, not ice as predicted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, all of this white is beautiful, if a bit overwhelming. We're running out of places to put the snow. This is from last week's storm. If you look closely, you can see my son's head. To give you some scale, he is six feet tall. Pretty amazing, no? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-38686444601323256312011-01-08T13:38:00.002-05:002011-01-08T13:44:01.738-05:00New things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TSivlOJ9OfI/AAAAAAAABs8/8L4x9jvfuMc/s1600/Golden%2Bbird.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TSivlOJ9OfI/AAAAAAAABs8/8L4x9jvfuMc/s400/Golden%2Bbird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559886793978755570" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; ">Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.3333px; ">-- <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/s/susannamoo205097.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 17, 255); line-height: normal; ">Susanna Moodie</a></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.3333px; "><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/s/susannamoo205097.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 17, 255); line-height: normal; "></a> </span></div></span></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-11197372404017888622011-01-03T11:09:00.003-05:002011-01-03T11:29:34.797-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TSH5WbmRT4I/AAAAAAAABs0/qiN3W8EoJQs/s1600/DSCN7628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TSH5WbmRT4I/AAAAAAAABs0/qiN3W8EoJQs/s400/DSCN7628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557997578912616322" /></a><br /><br /><br />"There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." -- Leonard Cohen<div><br /></div><div>Wishing you love and light, peace and health in 2011.</div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-49292038504494983972010-12-14T09:34:00.003-05:002010-12-14T09:41:51.326-05:00December days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TQeBMKMZ2RI/AAAAAAAABsY/Y0jH0NRX1bg/s1600/Xmas%2BWhite%2B2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TQeBMKMZ2RI/AAAAAAAABsY/Y0jH0NRX1bg/s400/Xmas%2BWhite%2B2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550547111652219154" /></a><br /><div>"Expectancy is the atmosphere for miracles." -- Edwin Louis Cole</div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-86218995100874505972010-12-03T08:42:00.003-05:002010-12-03T08:54:34.908-05:00The good with the bad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TPj0Eznr7kI/AAAAAAAABr4/FOC9MkGjgR4/s1600/Nov%2Bgrass%2B%252B%2Bclouds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TPj0Eznr7kI/AAAAAAAABr4/FOC9MkGjgR4/s400/Nov%2Bgrass%2B%252B%2Bclouds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546451304520085058" /></a><br /><div>One of the amazing things about life is how the darkness and the light are intermingled. This is an essential teaching of many faiths and at no other time of the year is it more acutely felt than in December. Right now many people in my circle are going through difficult times and there have been losses that break the heart. </div><div><br /></div><div>And yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the same time there are small joys and reasons to celebrate. One tiny candle illuminates the darkness and sheds a light that gives us hope. If we can add to that light incrementally, one small candle at a time, we can illuminate the world. If we can be that candle, we can lift one another into the light.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wishing you light and love this Chanukah.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TPj2J8uxPbI/AAAAAAAABsA/H7Kw_EUkYko/s1600/Chanukah%2B8%2Bcandelikas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TPj2J8uxPbI/AAAAAAAABsA/H7Kw_EUkYko/s400/Chanukah%2B8%2Bcandelikas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453591888313778" /></a>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-25126605406372016042010-11-26T09:15:00.005-05:002010-11-26T09:33:38.820-05:00The attitude is gratitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TO_E0Y8crII/AAAAAAAABrw/LYgrMGkH_aQ/s1600/Babby%2Bhug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TO_E0Y8crII/AAAAAAAABrw/LYgrMGkH_aQ/s400/Babby%2Bhug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543866070644599938" /></a><br /><div>"Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart, and not in the mind." -- Lionel Hampton</div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-87056493286912063712010-11-16T11:10:00.002-05:002010-11-16T11:15:47.333-05:00Gotta fly now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TOKtZ57sXTI/AAAAAAAABrg/Zpexii6DdFw/s1600/Evening%2BDove%2B1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TOKtZ57sXTI/AAAAAAAABrg/Zpexii6DdFw/s400/Evening%2BDove%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540181152178658610" /></a><br /><div>Times are tough, there's no doubt about that, but rather than give in to setbacks I'm trying to see them as fresh opportunities. A chance to soar, not wallow. An opportunity to brush off my skills and put them to work in new ways. I may not succeed, but I'll never fly if I don't start flapping. </div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-55194114706110134832010-11-12T23:06:00.007-05:002010-11-12T23:15:49.112-05:00Let's get small<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TN4O_EHxb-I/AAAAAAAABrY/nUGFGJFvtaA/s1600/Autumn%2Bleaf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TN4O_EHxb-I/AAAAAAAABrY/nUGFGJFvtaA/s400/Autumn%2Bleaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538881068313178082" /></a><br /><div>Where has the year gone? It feels like it flew by while I ran to keep up, but much of it has been good. Certainly I have no problem counting my blessings in spite of a few extremely difficult patches. I'm still in a holding pattern here, hoping to get my computer cleaned out and backed up so I can share new adventures in art and photography. In the meantime, I'm using photos from my recent archives. There's something fresh and relaxing about keeping things small and light. I often tell my writing students to "go small" when a story gets away from them. Nice to know my advice works here, too. Does it work for you?</div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-80156582066097585132010-10-30T09:45:00.003-04:002010-10-30T09:54:04.424-04:00Halloween girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TMwirEo_-AI/AAAAAAAABrI/geLVQcyP6Uc/s1600/Kat+pumpkin+heads.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TMwirEo_-AI/AAAAAAAABrI/geLVQcyP6Uc/s400/Kat+pumpkin+heads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533836165506922498" /></a><br /><div>I've been gone from here for so long just trying to keep all the balls up in the air but this is my birthday weekend and I wanted to share it with my art friends and thank those of you who wrote for your good wishes. I have so much planned for this blog and hope to be back in the saddle soon. Meanwhile, have a safe and sane weekend! </div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-14618904060377836992010-09-03T08:52:00.003-04:002010-09-03T09:00:23.757-04:00Missing you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TIDv_f-n7OI/AAAAAAAABqo/NCFPty7BYIE/s1600/FM+peppers+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TIDv_f-n7OI/AAAAAAAABqo/NCFPty7BYIE/s400/FM+peppers+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512669818096446690" /></a><br /><div>The summer has flown by without a word from me as I attempt to balance all that is going on in my life. I am well, but a bit overwhelmed. Computer problems have compounded my absence from Bloglandia and the friends I have made. I miss you all. How has your summer been? </div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-91571968629210564572010-06-11T08:51:00.003-04:002010-06-11T08:59:54.202-04:00Trying to balance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TBIyFJ5c9TI/AAAAAAAABqQ/AbwDhQX8dsE/s1600/Garden+sundrops.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/TBIyFJ5c9TI/AAAAAAAABqQ/AbwDhQX8dsE/s400/Garden+sundrops.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481498760600941874" /></a><br /><div>Still planning my plans and dreaming of having enough time to actually make them a reality, but the sundrops have opened and the garden is blooming. Where do we go to make the essential part of our lives match the things we must do to survive? The only answer I can see is to be present every moment, free from stories that would block our view, and drink it all in. As someone once said -- "Life is what happens while you're making other plans." </div><div><br /></div><div>How do you maintain your balance?</div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-91759863923218816572010-05-14T08:40:00.002-04:002010-05-14T08:48:20.628-04:00Searching for your own authentic voice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S-1FhLF1h3I/AAAAAAAABqA/zYLaZPCNME8/s1600/Hibiscus+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S-1FhLF1h3I/AAAAAAAABqA/zYLaZPCNME8/s400/Hibiscus+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471105558540289906" /></a><br /><div>What is it about having the courage to be authentically, truly yourself that scares the bejeebers out of people? Is this why it is so hard for artists to find themselves creatively? How much are we willing to invest in searching for a style, a tone, a message that is entirely ours? And can we ever not be ourselves, even when we are learning by imitating? </div><div><br /></div><div>So many questions. It's time to start looking for some answers. </div><div><br /></div><div>What do you think?</div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-42913372087720307702010-05-09T08:48:00.001-04:002010-05-09T08:48:56.821-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S-avKTfFFeI/AAAAAAAABp4/PDT_c84pB1E/s1600/Mother%27s+Day+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S-avKTfFFeI/AAAAAAAABp4/PDT_c84pB1E/s400/Mother%27s+Day+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469251389052229090" /></a>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-165284108821776452010-04-30T08:44:00.002-04:002010-04-30T08:53:33.902-04:00Something new is coming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S9rRIh05hWI/AAAAAAAABpQ/qc3fzlRixn4/s1600/H+farm+old+truck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S9rRIh05hWI/AAAAAAAABpQ/qc3fzlRixn4/s400/H+farm+old+truck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465911042216920418" /></a><br /><div>I've been feeling a lot like this old truck lately -- tired, rusty, stuck in place. Maybe it's because I've been working hard, or because it took me six weeks (!!!) to throw off most of my respiratory illness, or all of the things I'm trying to juggle in my life right now, but whatever the reason my creative mojo has been AWOL. In fact, I've been so exhausted that I've fallen out of Bloglandia. I don't have the time or energy to comment on friends' blogs and haven't participated in the Street Team for a long stretch. I feel badly about this and miss everyone.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm going to try something new. I'm not going to say anything right now but all will be revealed in time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned!</div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-19394570499166207502010-03-17T10:57:00.004-04:002010-03-17T14:36:37.045-04:00The Perfect Bass note<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6DuAzwav0I/AAAAAAAABow/gTLuiNuSmeM/s1600-h/Saul-Bass+posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6DuAzwav0I/AAAAAAAABow/gTLuiNuSmeM/s400/Saul-Bass+posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449617246778998594" /></a><br />I'm still sick but I'm getting better.<br /><br />Today's design crush is master designer <a href="http://www.aiga.org/content.cfm/medalist-saulbass">Saul Bass</a>. I've seen his work my entire life but had no idea who he was. I am nuts for his clean, bold hand-cut look.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6DuAZxhIHI/AAAAAAAABoo/Qcb-q5Y58R0/s1600-h/Saul+Bass+Teh+Birds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6DuAZxhIHI/AAAAAAAABoo/Qcb-q5Y58R0/s400/Saul+Bass+Teh+Birds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449617239804289138" /></a><br />Bass designed more than movie posters. He was the genius behind some of the best <a href="http://www.cinemacom.com/saul-bass.html">title sequences</a> in the movies -- think of Good Fellas, Age of Innocence, Around the World in 80 Days, It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, World and West Side Story. He also illustrated a charming children's book by Leonore Klein called "Henri's Walk to Paris."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6EYng1M8WI/AAAAAAAABpI/fS_rl09Ykk8/s1600-h/saul+bass+henri+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6EYng1M8WI/AAAAAAAABpI/fS_rl09Ykk8/s400/saul+bass+henri+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449664091202056546" /></a><br />On top of all this, Bass designed some of the best known logos from our childhoods: Girl Scouts, AT&T, United Airlines, Continental Airlines, Traveler's Insurance, Lowry's Seasongings, The United Way, Bell Telephone, Minolta and Kleenex.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6EYnMjGJkI/AAAAAAAABpA/HnCfcYkYdrM/s1600-h/saul+bass+henri+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6EYnMjGJkI/AAAAAAAABpA/HnCfcYkYdrM/s400/saul+bass+henri+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449664085757404738" /></a><br />But it's his <a href="http://wellmedicated.com/showcase/saul-bass-jack-of-all-trades/">posters</a> and illustration that speak to me the most. I love the collage-like style that puts me in mind of <a href="http://www.corita.org/">Sister Corita</a>, also from that period. Isn't it wonderful?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6EYmUr24PI/AAAAAAAABo4/5MdC-DIve0A/s1600-h/Saul+Bass+henri+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S6EYmUr24PI/AAAAAAAABo4/5MdC-DIve0A/s400/Saul+Bass+henri+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449664070761767154" /></a>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-68064633471090994342010-03-13T13:52:00.005-05:002010-03-13T15:54:10.494-05:00Out sick<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5v6wKwx05I/AAAAAAAABoY/-MlEW1FULc8/s1600-h/quarantine+sign.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5v6wKwx05I/AAAAAAAABoY/-MlEW1FULc8/s400/quarantine+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448223879664358290" /></a><br />I've been sick.<br /><br />The 10-day Cold from Hell has a cousin it seems, and this one comes with a week of fever and a deep, hacking cough.<br /><br />Yuck.<br /><br />I haven't been good for much but I have had a little time to catch up on my favorite blogs. At the top of the list (besides the wonderful people in the right-hand column) is <a href="http://www.book-by-its-cover.com/">Book by its Cover.</a> It's the brainchild of Brooklyn illustrator and pattern designer Julia Rothman who shines a spotlight on wonderful art books of all kinds, from the commercial art books to personal sketchbooks. If you don't know her blog, you must zip over there immediately. Just click the magic button and be transported. I'll go make a cup of tea and wait for you.<br /><br />Back already?<br /><br />Great wasn't it? If you <a href="http://www.book-by-its-cover.com/fineart/beatriz-milhazes">scrolled down</a> you would have seen a book about the brilliant collage art of Brazilian artist <a href="http://www.jamescohan.com/artists/beatriz-milhazes/">Beatriz Milhazes</a>. Totally swoon-worthy.<br /><br />Look at this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhcAIdDLI/AAAAAAAABnw/nfLOYjk-gwY/s1600-h/beatriz+milhazes+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhcAIdDLI/AAAAAAAABnw/nfLOYjk-gwY/s400/beatriz+milhazes+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196045422791858" /></a><br />And this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhb_X3aOI/AAAAAAAABno/Nj3bit1e0hw/s1600-h/beatriz-milhazes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhb_X3aOI/AAAAAAAABno/Nj3bit1e0hw/s400/beatriz-milhazes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196045218998498" /></a><br /><div>I immediately went to Amazon to look for the book and stumbled across American artist <a href="http://www.rexray.com/">Rex Ray</a>. If you are already familiar with his work, forgive my gushing, but I'm totally crushing on his geometric abstractions and powerful sense of design.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhdI4E_eI/AAAAAAAABoI/UXTY3GqKHrA/s1600-h/rex+ray+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhdI4E_eI/AAAAAAAABoI/UXTY3GqKHrA/s400/rex+ray+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196064949894626" /></a><br />Yum!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhcz1pKpI/AAAAAAAABoA/tB9nkXOMh7g/s1600-h/rex_ray_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhcz1pKpI/AAAAAAAABoA/tB9nkXOMh7g/s400/rex_ray_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196059302537874" /></a><br />Yum again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhcUKK2bI/AAAAAAAABn4/JjyUMw780Gw/s1600-h/rex-ray+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S5vhcUKK2bI/AAAAAAAABn4/JjyUMw780Gw/s400/rex-ray+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196050798696882" /></a><br />So between sleeping and coughing and watching movies on my Netflix list, the time hasn't been totally wasted.<br /><br />Now I must go have my tea. Thanks for checking in!</div><div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-54395469863735149712010-02-15T10:49:00.002-05:002010-02-15T10:56:31.270-05:00Color HappyA rare Monday off. So many items on my "to-do" list, top of which is to share more of my explorations in color with you. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt36cjnmI/AAAAAAAABng/lFhKEomXqj8/s1600-h/Color+bubble+collage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt36cjnmI/AAAAAAAABng/lFhKEomXqj8/s400/Color+bubble+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438498832375848546" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt3hxpUnI/AAAAAAAABnY/gJM05TNGtfo/s1600-h/Color+mardi+gras.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt3hxpUnI/AAAAAAAABnY/gJM05TNGtfo/s400/Color+mardi+gras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438498825753416306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt3QNHXvI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Gv7BeMD-no4/s1600-h/Color+mapquest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt3QNHXvI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Gv7BeMD-no4/s400/Color+mapquest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438498821036793586" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt26v3t8I/AAAAAAAABnI/bdZCdl7sQaE/s1600-h/Color+spiced+apples.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt26v3t8I/AAAAAAAABnI/bdZCdl7sQaE/s400/Color+spiced+apples.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438498815276988354" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt2cVFj5I/AAAAAAAABnA/SlUyKB_4QEU/s1600-h/Color+starry+night.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S3lt2cVFj5I/AAAAAAAABnA/SlUyKB_4QEU/s400/Color+starry+night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438498807111585682" /></a>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-88959273132797022472010-02-07T13:57:00.003-05:002010-02-07T14:37:41.086-05:00Lucky charmsPink stars, yellow ginko, orange moons. I've taken a break from my daily photos to offer something else that has seized me in its grip -- playing with color. It all started with laying down a few backgrounds for a new 2010 journal. I was going to get off to a rousing start and do a page a day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S28UK_1hjvI/AAAAAAAABm4/CYh6WDKUvMs/s1600-h/Color+blue+wax.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S28UK_1hjvI/AAAAAAAABm4/CYh6WDKUvMs/s400/Color+blue+wax.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435585454426656498" /></a><br />I did keep that promise. Sort of.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S28UKXVyqDI/AAAAAAAABmw/EdlS7e6XLg4/s1600-h/Color+green+ginko.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S28UKXVyqDI/AAAAAAAABmw/EdlS7e6XLg4/s400/Color+green+ginko.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435585443556141106" /></a><br />But the laying down color sort of grabbed ahold of me and before I knew it, all 70 pages were filled with my mad experiments, with only about six that could really be called collage. Before I am overwhelmed again with the work that has kept me from my blog, I want to share a few of my paintings. I'm not sure they deserve that title, but for lack of another word, let's go with that. Paintings.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S28UKF_5wMI/AAAAAAAABmo/Wi-ZxbVIQUc/s1600-h/Color+pink+stars.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S28UKF_5wMI/AAAAAAAABmo/Wi-ZxbVIQUc/s400/Color+pink+stars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435585438900928706" /></a><br /><br />Works for me. Does it work for you?<div><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-73715941960491599332010-01-16T10:04:00.005-05:002010-01-16T10:49:46.226-05:00Help comes to Haiti<i><br /></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S1Hd_SBZxAI/AAAAAAAABmg/-QrVNPW7nT4/s1600-h/Dove+heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S1Hd_SBZxAI/AAAAAAAABmg/-QrVNPW7nT4/s400/Dove+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427363105197376514" /></a><br />Even as I weep and gnash my teeth and pray for the people of Haiti, the roster of compassion grows. There are 27 search-and-rescue teams now on the ground in Haiti. The list of countries warms my heart. Name someplace at random and they have sent rescuers -- Iceland, Brazil, the Philippines, Israel, Mexico, France, Spain, Honduras, the UK, the list goes on and on. Rescue teams with their valiant dogs are on their way or on the ground from every corner of the US. As someone who was in New York City on 9/11, I am particularly moved to see New York's Finest and Bravest answering the call. These heroes going willingly into the jaws of Hell to try to save lives once again deeply moves me. They all move me. If only the world could pull together when there isn't a tragedy of epic proportions.<div><br /></div><div>I know you want to do all you can. The best place to find a charity that is reputable and gives the majority of its proceeds to help the people of Haiti is <a href="http://www.charitywatch.org/hottopics/Haiti.html">HERE</a>. It's the American Institute for Philanthropy's watchdog Web site. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please keep in mind that once the initial phase is past, there will be a great need for help. When the call goes out for food, water, clothes and supplies, please keep the specific needs of women and babies in mind. Diapers and personal feminine supplies are often overlooked during donations. They will be much needed. It will be up to us not to let news fatigue make us forget that the rescue has only just begun. There is so much more that needs to be done.</div><div><br /></div><div>And thank you for all you are doing.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-6475486400011082662010-01-01T22:25:00.014-05:002010-01-03T21:14:27.245-05:00The 12-month challenge<div><br /></div><div>Over at <a href="http://dispatchfromla.typepad.com/">Dispatch from LA</a> the always inspiring Mary Ann Moss celebrated the New Year by sharing just one image from each month of 2009. As a fan, I know how many fabulous photos she takes and admired her restraint and choices. I began to wonder -- could I do that, too? Could I encapsulate 2009 with just one photo a month?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-0dnPHfI/AAAAAAAABko/t8SS6mFWXWQ/s1600-h/2009+Jan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-0dnPHfI/AAAAAAAABko/t8SS6mFWXWQ/s400/2009+Jan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421980809912327666" /></a><br /><div><b>January</b>: We greeted 2009 with Cousin Kyle and Benji's half-sister, Abby. Guess who Abby has a crush on?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-0Ov8mXI/AAAAAAAABkg/BgUUHqIfYPM/s1600-h/2009+Feb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-0Ov8mXI/AAAAAAAABkg/BgUUHqIfYPM/s400/2009+Feb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421980805922330994" /></a><b><br /></b></div><div><b>February</b>: It was tough to choose between Benji's birthday and this, the fittings for his role in The Music Man, but this won out. Here's Benji with the leading man (far right) and his comic sidekick selecting shades to hide from the paparazzi.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-z6yy5SI/AAAAAAAABkY/sirJm2urBKk/s1600-h/2009+March.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-z6yy5SI/AAAAAAAABkY/sirJm2urBKk/s400/2009+March.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421980800565568802" /></a><br /></div><div><b>March</b>: Mayor George Shinn (D-River City, IA) and his lovely wife, Eulalie.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-znGCtRI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ZizouqxXzG4/s1600-h/2009+April.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz6-znGCtRI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ZizouqxXzG4/s400/2009+April.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421980795277587730" /></a><b><br /></b></div><div><b>April</b>: An unexpected heat wave made us decide to have lunch at the seawall. Big brother gets a hug from a tired Abby who thought the day was just beachy.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz7M95-hVII/AAAAAAAABkw/F97xReLoQ14/s1600-h/2009+May.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz7M95-hVII/AAAAAAAABkw/F97xReLoQ14/s400/2009+May.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421996365307794562" /></a><br /><div><b>May</b>: It was a day of zipping from one state to the next but I managed to see my father lead the Memorial Day parade in the tiny town where I grew up and still catch Benji playing with his middle school band at home.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz7M-e67zsI/AAAAAAAABk4/FC45AtURB6E/s1600-h/2009+June.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz7M-e67zsI/AAAAAAAABk4/FC45AtURB6E/s1600-h/2009+June.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz7M-e67zsI/AAAAAAAABk4/FC45AtURB6E/s400/2009+June.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421996375224864450" /></a><br /><b>June</b>: Fathers Day.</div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFxInQbYI/AAAAAAAABmQ/HvoB6oj_O1s/s1600-h/2009+July.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFxInQbYI/AAAAAAAABmQ/HvoB6oj_O1s/s400/2009+July.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422692136758832514" /></a><br /><div><b>July</b>: Another opening, another show. Believe it or not, Benji performed in three shows in 2009, not to mention serving as sound technician in two others.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFl9KN3qI/AAAAAAAABmI/Ktl3_8MC-pc/s1600-h/2009+Aug.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFl9KN3qI/AAAAAAAABmI/Ktl3_8MC-pc/s400/2009+Aug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422691944705679010" /></a><b><br /></b></div><div><b>August</b>: My best friend since the second grade, Rod, came up from Florida for his niece's wedding and we got to visit after a separation of seven years.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFlTNo04I/AAAAAAAABmA/86SiF6xzay0/s1600-h/2009+Sept.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFlTNo04I/AAAAAAAABmA/86SiF6xzay0/s400/2009+Sept.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422691933445739394" /></a><b><br /></b></div><div><b>September</b>: Benji started high school and got his first band uniform. As his Spanish teacher exclaimed: "Muy guapo!"</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFk1fIHWI/AAAAAAAABl4/jiYt5LB8MLs/s1600-h/2009+Oct.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFk1fIHWI/AAAAAAAABl4/jiYt5LB8MLs/s400/2009+Oct.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422691925466029410" /></a><b><br /></b></div><div><b>October</b>: Another reunion! My friend <a href="http://www.hygienic.org/profile/KarlStephan">Karl Stephan</a>, whom I hadn't seen since we graduated high school, was part of the Open Studios in New Haven. It was great to see Karl and his work.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFkqQ0YOI/AAAAAAAABlw/xsfm0DRPFQw/s1600-h/2009+Nov.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFkqQ0YOI/AAAAAAAABlw/xsfm0DRPFQw/s400/2009+Nov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422691922453225698" /></a><b><br /></b></div><div><b>November</b>: My birthday celebration with the family was delayed by a couple of weeks so we marked it in November. This scrumptious pumpkin chocolate chip cake had it's candles put out unexpectedly by the soccer ball in the background. It didn't bother the cake a bit.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFkdY0AWI/AAAAAAAABlo/E8VcAj-sWtE/s1600-h/2009+Dec.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/S0FFkdY0AWI/AAAAAAAABlo/E8VcAj-sWtE/s400/2009+Dec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422691918997094754" /></a></div><b><div><br /></div>December</b>: An early Chanukah celebration with my folks before they set off for Florida helped end the year. Looking back, it was a quite a good year, even better than I realized. <div><br /></div><div>So I challenge you: What 12 images speak for your experiences in 2009? Can you edit your year down to just 12 photos? If you take the challenge, let me know. I'd love to see your year!</div><div><br /></div><div>And here's to a Happy 2010!</div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069403440887849633.post-28503543871293929012010-01-01T10:36:00.004-05:002010-01-01T12:00:07.746-05:00The first mitzvah for 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz4Zs7tGlZI/AAAAAAAABkI/60IWpCwhg3A/s1600-h/FA%3B+Benji+%26+Sarah+2nd+bday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz4Zs7tGlZI/AAAAAAAABkI/60IWpCwhg3A/s400/FA%3B+Benji+%26+Sarah+2nd+bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421799261132461458" /></a><br /><div>Happy New Year, my friends!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's pretty exciting to think that we're in a new decade and can make a fresh start. The two cuties above are my son, Benji, and his cousin, Sarah. This was taken at Benji's second birthday party; Sarah was about 20 months at the time. This was how I spent the 90s. This past decade was dedicated to raising my son, building community and work. It had its highs and lows, but all in all, it was good. I know I was blessed and I want to give back.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the ways I'm going to do that is to contribute to a diaper drive started by Julie at <a href="http://tangobaby2.blogspot.com/2009/12/diapers-for-everyone-in-2010.html">Tangobaby</a>. Her story is pretty extraordinary. She's a single working girl living in San Francisco who stopped for a homeless woman and it changed her life. The woman had three children, including an infant, and Julie felt compelled to do something. She checked things out to make sure the woman was legit and found a dire need that is going unexpressed. Disposable diapers are too expensive for the poorest women, those who have escaped abuse and must spend whatever money they have just to survive. </div><div><br /></div><div>A young mother read about this on Julie's blog and wanted to help. As she looked into it, she discovered that even social safety-net programs such as WIC and foodstamps do not cover diapers. So she and a friend founded <a href="http://www.helpamotherout.org/about-us/about-2/">Help a Mother Out</a> (HAMO) to begin a diaper drive to get disposable diapers to shelters and agencies that help this population. It's an opportunity to do your first mitzvah (good deed) of the year. What a great way to start 2010!</div><div><br /></div><div>And to thank you for reading this far, here's a more recent photo of Benji and Sarah from the decade just past. By the end of this decade they'll be out on their own, conquering the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wow. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz4ZI5OSZBI/AAAAAAAABj4/r0k1jC5gS_w/s1600-h/Benji+%26+Sarah+2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsnsqasDZ2Q/Sz4ZI5OSZBI/AAAAAAAABj4/r0k1jC5gS_w/s400/Benji+%26+Sarah+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421798641991050258" /></a><br /></div>Commuter's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985748785145007067noreply@blogger.com3