Thanks to Kaz….I just had to share…find out what was top of the pops when you were born “Billboards (US) #1 song on this date in …
Thanks to Kaz….I just had to share…find out what was top of the pops when you were born Billboards (US) #1 song on this date in history Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth finding out these things….lol! “Sixteen tons” by Tennessee Ernie Ford….and it seemed to be on the top for a long time!
This today from fellow bubbler Sorina Williams / / *It was so exciting to see this image on the…
This today from fellow bubbler Sorina Williams / / It was so exciting to see this image on the cover of a book today in the ABC Shop!! Looked inside and found your name. My husband thought I was a freak to get so excited about someone else’s work on the cover of a book. I thought it was very cool!! :) / / It didn’t know that the below publication went national!! / / / / Thanks Sorina, you’ve made my day!
Wow..Doi Suthep was Featured in the wonderful new Group DESCRIPTIONS ~!!! Thankyou so very much to the marvellous hosts for featuring …
Wow..Doi Suthep was Featured in the wonderful new Group DESCRIPTIONS ~!!! Thankyou so very much to the marvellous hosts for featuring my work! Regards Sal
Painters… painters wait anxiously for their pigments to dry, whether for the stability to craft upon the canvass another layer of oil, ...
Painters… painters wait anxiously for their pigments to dry, whether for the stability to craft upon the canvass another layer of oil, or to allow it to be handled without fear of the errant thumb or clumsy admirer. The sculptor… often the drying is more bane than benefice, but still, it must dry before it can be permanent. The druidic soul… always smears of dirt upon the hands and clothing. Yet, when the soil is saturated and the mulch beds mud, there is no righteousness or beauty in placing the living seed or sapling to its death. All three here above, I speak of waters – the stuff of life. All three here above I think of how water also has its ungraspable hand in the second thought, yet primary life of art. The art that keeps us alive. We have all come to terms with the water of the earth, but I would seek to find one of you who has found peace, true peace, with the waters of the spirit. How they ebb, flow, overwhelm and then go absent. I am finding my reserves dangerously low these last days, and the sudden drought has already opened deep cracks along my surface – deep cracks which are inching closer to my core. This is not depression, or writer’s block. Outside circumstance or loss of my peripheral. It is simply that unexplainable, when the heart pumps with luminescence, the eyes remain firefly beacons, the mind is overflowing with… what? Perhaps sand, but the sand that is the makings of cathedral stained glass. The driving is still top down in the sun of that youthful period between insecurity and hesitant acceptance. Smiles. Wishes… ...And a pair of hands that are so brittle from lack of that whetting, wetting, and the wedding of want and ability. My cornucopia is no longer overflowing with battle plans against this hungry earth. My view of what is beauty shines, but starkly, mundanely, human of glow. Even my… well, my applications… they have pulled a trick of language and defaulted. It will pass. It always has before. Sometimes a rain comes in misty sideways gusts, and the recovery requires months, years… sometimes there is a deluge, a monsoon, a drowning of the earth and its people as I knew them within it, just in a matter of days. I am glad though, for a moment here, because I want all of you (and with my drive gone, somehow I believe there is no reason all of you shouldn’t… or will not) to tell the stories of your own droughts, the return of the rain, and the color of the dove which brought back that olive branch to your will. Perhaps you do not see it as a lack of water… I do. I want very much to know what all of you, each of you see it as. Writer, graphic designer, photographer alike, I know you have this strength to write a gift of merit for the rest of us – give us all your disease, your symptoms, and your cure. (I have this faith that you won’t let me down… I am not expecting a mere 5-10 replies out of the 500,000+ of you, and for that, perhaps that alone, the 250,000 of you who are artists are going to give this to your fellow artists… or if for no one else… one 25 year old desert who needs to see the waterfalls again. I know you will because, unlike when I am a 48-hour machine, asking earnestly and never believing my own sincerity as to the dedication of the passionate – bards, bristle handed painters, viewfinders, vagabonds and gypsies… all you beautiful humans… today, I can only see what my mind processes). So thank you for the gifts in advance. I am certain each one of you will find a muse’s gift under the pillow as well. If only you believe we all care enough to grant a wish to the thirsty.
Thank you so very much Icesrun for the mounted print purchase of my Remembering When, you have really made my day. I hope this art br…
Thank you so very much Icesrun for the mounted print purchase of my Remembering When, you have really made my day. I hope this art brings a smile to your face once you receive it… Enjoy and thanks again… / ~Angi
. . . you make a comment on a journal that is designed to stir up shit, and then the author of the journal deletes all comments that co…
. . . you make a comment on a journal that is designed to stir up shit, and then the author of the journal deletes all comments that contradict his/her assertions? Is it because your post challenges their view of the world? Maybe you provided information that contradicted their assertions? Maybe they don’t like you. Maybe . . . the truth makes them uncomfortable. No comments are expected. I am asserting no position regarding the right or wrong of abortion. I just think the truth should prevail over propaganda Helen Bascom, XXXXXXX ago As the mother of a multiracial child I find the information your linked to is a focus on Blacks only and a misrepresentation of the facts to further a fundamentalist religious agenda. The sources you link to lack credibility. Here is some scientifically gathered data for your consideration: What is the racial or ethnic background of women who have abortions? No racial or ethnic group makes up a majority of women having abortions: 41% are white, 32% are black and 20% are Hispanic. Do women with religious affiliations have abortions? Nearly eight in 10 U.S. women obtaining an abortion report a religious affiliation (43% are Protestant, 27% Catholic and 8% another religion). Among all women aged 15–44, 51% are Protestant, 28% are Catholic and 5% belong to other religions. Source of data, Jones RK, Darroch JE and Henshaw SK, Patterns in the socioeconomic characteristics of women obtaining abortions in 2000–2001, Perspectives on Sexual and Reproductive Health, 2002, 34(5):226–235. Quoted by Guttmacher Institute
. . . a brilliant artist and colleague thinks YOUR work is good enough to purchase for themselves. Tonight the brilliant artist “Susa…
. . . a brilliant artist and colleague thinks YOUR work is good enough to purchase for themselves. Tonight the brilliant artist Susan Grissom honored me with her purchases of my work. Susan, thank you! Please visit Susan’s beautiful portfolio! CLICK HERE
after uploading my shot rushing past the colors today, i w…
after uploading my shot rushing past the colors today, i was approached by a member… Loramae / asking if it was ok to use this poem that inspired her. / this is the very 1st time in all of the places ive had my work, that someone has approached me with anything like this! i was totally speechless and am deeply honored my shot inspired her to create..now that is “passing it on” / so i have added to the decription her poem, ive also added that if anyone wants a card or print with the sentiment added, to let me know, ill have someone to add for me. / Loramae, thank you from the bottom of my heart. / here is her poem she wrote: Rushing Past The Colors… Laid on the floor of the world at our feet, / The beauties all of Heaven can afford… / Cast from the hand of the Great Almighty, / Creator of all things loved and adored… / Colors and hues unmistakable in beauty, / Gently caressing the days of our life… / Teasing and pleasing scents of perfection, / Waft through the air in most perfect delight… / Time in minutes and seconds build days… / such blessings live before the naked eye. / But for a moment stop and be so sure… / Your not rushing past the colors of life. Thank you again so much loramae.
*The moon is in the Seventh House / And Jupiter aligns with Mars / Then peace will guide the planets / And love will steer the stars / Th…
The moon is in the Seventh House / And Jupiter aligns with Mars / Then peace will guide the planets / And love will steer the stars / This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius Saturday 14th Feb 2009…........... / Im quietly waiting,and hoping,that maybe just maybe….....who knows…but wouldn’t it be nice if the world started to heal… Im quietly excited and hopeful….........
you know:.. its the middle of the night.. you are hungry ..what do you eat?????. JOIN MY LATEST GROUP : 50 THINGS...
you know:.. its the middle of the night.. you are hungry ..what do you eat?????. JOIN MY LATEST GROUP : 50 THINGS 1…..............toasted bread with mayo .. nothing else.. 2….............fried bologna sandwich 3…...........watermelon right down to the rind, to where it is see~through 4…............smashed sardines with butter .. spread on crackers 5…............whipped cream from the can… 6…............banana fried up 7…...........crackers with ranch dressing on the side.. to dip them in 8…........lettuce sandwich .. huge chunk of lettuce.. and nothing else 9.. crackers.. in the microwave.. throw some chees on .. ha ha.. yu got a tostada!!! 10…........hot chocolate, make it ….coffee , make it.. mix them up now and drink.. okay so that was 10.. sorry, Im cheating. .. just add your own now..ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR HOW MANY YOU WANNA ADD.. OR NONE.. :)
Another photo shoot, peeps. Herein lies the wonderful Bellmusker. Enigmatic, elegant, and ab…
Another photo shoot, peeps. Herein lies the wonderful Bellmusker. Enigmatic, elegant, and above all, eloquent. The fact that she’s so beautiful too hardly seems fair, but then, I think I can deal with that =)
Conversing with THIS MAN over a six month period of time, must have been one of the most intriguing,...
Conversing with THIS MAN over a six month period of time, must have been one of the most intriguing, sickening, frightening, enlightening, fucked-up online experiences that I ever had… But there have been others… CHECK HIM OUT A LITTLE BACKGROUND INFO FOR YOU AND HOW IT ALL RELATES TO BLOGGING AND THE INTERNET… And if you can ever be screwed sifting through all of the millions of bullshit, moronic, flaming COMMENTS made on his last BLOG ENTRY, which, ultimately, didn’t help keep him on a level very much, you’ll find me in there… Only I wasn’t one of the flamers, and my name wasn’t Jennifer B.. 1353 fucking, moronic, juvenile comments were made around the very same time he was fighting his demons and had abducted two children, one of which he murdered, and the other, both sodomised and raped. Sometimes people, with their Vigilante Attitudes, don’t realise the influence they may have on the mental health of others simply because they attack them through the supposedly safe, filtered, distance of cyber space… Sure… He held the gun But I was a witness first-hand, to the thousands of fools, who provided him with the ammunition… Sick as he was… There were qualities in him that I actually liked for a while… So screw anyone who says or thinks differently… Literally… Because I don’t really care. xox If you ever feel like finding out a little more… HERE HERE and all over… HERE=
Back in 2000, on 14th August, came the sad news that Dad had gone on to meet the Lord. I was totally devastated. I did not believe in Go…
Back in 2000, on 14th August, came the sad news that Dad had gone on to meet the Lord. I was totally devastated. I did not believe in God at the time. / Over the years as I was growing up, I had always been Dads ‘little helper’. Dad was a carpenter by trade but could turn his hand to just about anything. He fixed his own motorcars, and I was always covered in as much grease as him,. He made tin chimneys for peoples homes, I was there, passing this or that as he needed it. He was a grave digger for the local undertaker, I was Not with him on those jobs :0 . He erected fencing on properties, I was there, not of great help but there anyway. Dad did all sorts of odd jobs for all sorts of people. I was there whenever I could be. Dad had always been a heavy drinker but as a child, I didn’t see that, he was my Dad and I loved him. / After I had married, moved away then moved back, Dad and I continued with our closeness. Then one day, because of his drinking habit, we had a difference of opinion. It was a doozy. I didn’t talk to him for several years. Then he had a heart attack which thawed my heart a tad because he was not allowed to drink anymore, but I was still angry with him. Then he and Mum moved to Queensland. I missed them both so much. / After a few years up there, Mum and Dad, moved back to NSW. Mum and Dad both came to the Lord there. Then he had to have both knees replaced, major op. I went to look after Mum as she had had a stroke a couple of years before. Dad and I became close again, but it didn’t last. Another huge argument occurred and I went home. We made up after a time, and all was ok again as long as we were not living too close, the phone was good enough. Just three months later, God took Dad Home. / We all, five of us, converged on Mum. The time of arrangements went by in a blur. Dad was buried. We were all stressed. / My brother Allen, and his wife were Christians and I was amazed at how calm he was and how he went about the task of ‘executer’ of Dads will etc. The day after Dad was buried, one of the family, suggested McDonnell’s. Ok was the reply. I’m not keen on Macca’s so went to KFC for my chicken and……took it into into Macca’s Well, that is a ‘no no‘, against the law to take food from one outlet, into another. No problem, wrapped a Big Mac paper around my KFC box and tucked in :) :0 . / That was the beginning of one of the funniest ‘eat out’ lunches ever. We started (very discreetly of coarse), to mock, poke fun at, wave to and laugh at other people. The more we did it, the more we laughed and egged each other on. A lady on the outside, waved to someone inside. We all waved back to her. The look on her face was classic. Guess what? We nearly cried laughing at her. We were truly like little kids running amuck. Then came the throwing of our rubbish at each other. Allen’s wife, in mock disgrace at us all, move to another table. She didn’t stay there too long. We threw all the rubbish at her until she came back to our table. We laughed like we had never laughed before. Other people in Macca’s either laughed with or at us, or turned away in disgust at these grown ups carrying on as we were. (The youngest of us was I think about 32 years old?) We didn’t care, we were having fun. We needed the release. During the coarse of our ‘fun’, someone started to say ‘mac’ in front of all their words. Can you imagine the results of this. We all started to do the same. We stumbled over words, laughed about it, stumbled more and laughed more. / “MacPass MacThe MacSalt. . . . . MacThrow MacThe MacPaper MacAt MacAllen. . . . MacThat MacPerson MacHas MacTheir MacHat MacOn MacSideways. . . .“ MacEtc, MacEtc, MacEtc / We were MacHappy. We had the best time and MacLunch took quite a few hours as you could MacImagine J:) :-) / I remember later in the afternoon back at Mums house, after we had calmed down considerably and nursed our sore and aching sides, Allen saying, / “I defy anyone to guess that we had just buried our Dad the yesterday”. / The next day, Sunday 20th August, 2000, my youngest sister and I, gave our lives to the Lord. I didn’t stayed on the true path. I had a massive backslide. But the Lord tapped me on the shoulder again about 4 years ago. I am never going to get off His Highway again. I am so MacHappy with my MacLot now. / P.S. We did clean up our own mess in Macca’s too.
...watch this, and feel comforted. Link
...watch this, and feel comforted. Link
Ha! Who can resist that heading! Ok here comes my disclaimer…I do some freelance writing for these guys What that means is I can…
Ha! Who can resist that heading! Ok here comes my disclaimer…I do some freelance writing for these guys What that means is I can’t enter their competitions…so I blog about them here so at least someone I know can win… Lot’s of RB people have won this site’s competitions before so why not keep up the good record!! Here it is: THE PRIDE OF PLACE INTERNATIONAL PHOTOGRAPHY COMPETITION. How about a total prize pool of over $20.000!!! / Includes; / Olympus E-30 DSLR + 14-54mm Lens / PR,Marketing,Advertising and Promotional Package / Sponsored Travel Photography Assignment / Online Professional Photography Course…............plus much more!! YOU’LL BE FAMOUS ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!! For more info go to http://www.photoartgallery.com Or more specifically go here And remember me…the bitter chick who wasn’t allowed to enter…when you’re famous ;) FAME? Even my dog is getting in to it…
Tracy Wallace and Dee Boylan may not know it, ...
Tracy Wallace and Dee Boylan may not know it, but their images are featuring in this virtual gallery out in hyperspace! Tracy’s image of Clumsy Misfortunes started it all off. Such a special image and reading the comments started me thinking about the story of the little clown girl, which lead me to create All Grown Up, then toward twilight (with tracy’s permission, of course) Then today, I see that another RedBubbler, Dee Boylan has also been inspired to create When I grow up… all from tracy’s original image. All we need now is a writer to write up the story of this little clown girl as she goes through life. hint, hint And with all this talk of galleries and exhibitions, I was curious to see what all four images would look like side-by-side. All we need now is to imagine the writer reciting the story to the packed audience…. sigh Well, we can dream, can’t we… _gallery space courtesy of: stanford contemporary art centre
I am a little late noticing, but I am a featured member in the Remember When / group. I g…
I am a little late noticing, but I am a featured member in the Remember When / group. I got 167 bubblemails behind while my internet was down for a week, still catching up, LOL! Also, my image of “My Daddy At Age 1” was invited to be the group’savatar for a while, of course I said yes (smile): Thank you barnsis and Enivea for making me a featured member and also the wonderful honor of making one of my artworks as your avatar! Huggz, / Glenna
After joining RB I’ve met so many people from different parts of the world; especially Australia! And I’ve never been there in real life!...
After joining RB I’ve met so many people from different parts of the world; especially Australia! And I’ve never been there in real life! I’m so used to having cold climate at this time of year that when I see summer pictures uploaded at this time by the Aussie bubblers I say “Oh yeah, it’s summer time over there!” Meanwhile I hope that someone out there will enjoy my sunny artwork Sunset with Blue Trees. I don’t know who bought it, but based on the fact that it was bought in Australian dollars, I assume one of the Aussies enjoying the warm weather now. Thank you very much; you’ve made my day warmer on this colder side of the earth!
Thank you to the moderators of the Remember When group for featuring my written work “When We Were Kids” – see it HERE...
Thank you to the moderators of the Remember When group for featuring my written work “When We Were Kids” – see it HERE / I get such a thrill out of having my written work recognised in this way as it means such a lot to me – Thank you.
You get featured…...... / The Scavenger Hunt / ”!http://images-3.redbubble.net/img/a…
You get featured…...... / The Scavenger Hunt / / Outsiders / / Core [C.O.R.E] / Karma comes around
1. Drink copious amounts of bourbon and cola with ice 2. Strip off your clothes and sit at the computer stark naked 3. Arrange for…
1. Drink copious amounts of bourbon and cola with ice 2. Strip off your clothes and sit at the computer stark naked 3. Arrange for someone naked to wipe your forehead 4. Watch this video on YouTube (warning – Billy Idol video) 5. Have a cold shower after you’ve finished
*My New Coffee Table Book ” Intellectual Filtration - When I Dream “ / is now ready for all of you art lovers waiting to buy my artwor…
My New Coffee Table Book ” Intellectual Filtration - When I Dream “ / is now ready for all of you art lovers waiting to buy my artwork. This beautiful full page color book of my artwork is a great solution for you that have no room to hang wall art and not want to have the clutter of cards. A great addition to any living space coffee table in full view for family and friends to to pick up and enjoy ! A great conversation piece !!! ENJOY !!! Madeline M. Allen CLICK HERE TO VIEW / INTELLECTUAL FILTRATION - / WHEN I DREAM*
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