tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72080549392661703162024-02-18T21:55:57.920-05:00and other storiesochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-64571368810950922032010-10-24T18:08:00.002-04:002010-10-24T18:14:22.771-04:00motherf*cking8by10So, for the past two days i was working pretty hard for only four shots. It took about 7 hours total but i finished developing two perfectly exposed 8x10 black and white negs (thats right NEGS), and also shot two colour 8x10 negs. so exciting. I can't wait to get in the darkroom. <div>I will try to scan the b&w on monday and may have a nice little peek for y'all.</div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-37930313749263603932010-10-02T22:57:00.002-04:002010-10-02T23:01:54.396-04:00bigger dragonsI am happy to say that work is affording me new opportunities for learning. Somewhere in that vast cave (the cage) there is an 8x10 camera, and i WILL be using it this month.<div>And THAT means further work with the durst!</div><div>excellent news.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have also updated my fotologue page. I'm hoping for an entire archive on there. waahoo.</div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-3144421018566375392010-09-19T02:02:00.002-04:002010-09-19T02:14:14.656-04:00chacha changesAfter spending a good amount of the summer listening to all those crazy punk songs and other "alternative rock" from the 90s that i liked in high school, i have moved on to directly after high school. <div>This was a pretty interesting time. I started to really get into belle & sebastian and badly drawn boy. I was all wrapped up in simple-ish, introspective, quiet pop. I would spend my days painting a mural in my living room, cutting my own hair, and kissing my slightly younger than me boyfriend. I was a little bit broken and apt to feeling off-kilter but i was happy a lot of the time. Listening to DOG ON WHEELS and YOU MADE ME FORGET MY DREAMS, seems to send me back in time. </div><div>If i close my eyes i can feel the ground beneath my feet as i walked next to a marsh, and i can feel the sun on my face. I had a yellow walkman, but it was a panasonic one, and mixtapes were THE thing. </div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-29868121263097746982010-09-03T11:38:00.002-04:002010-09-03T11:44:27.392-04:00pretty greatMy first week back at work is over a day early. Yes, it's a four day weekend for me. I kind of wanted to go to the ex this year, but it seems that the weather is not into it. Weather and i tend to have a difference of opinion a lot of the time. I guess we just have to agree to disagree. Unfortunately Weather alway wins the debate. <div>There are lot of things at home that i want to accomplish this weekend. It's too bad that most of them are chores. Let me correct that... OVERDUE chores. </div><div>anyway, now that i am in front of a computer all the time, i am sure i will have more impetus for blogness.</div><div>Check back, i will surprise you. Sneak attacks are coming. dang. i shouldn't have told you. now they are less sneak.<br /><div><br /></div></div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-21230645499538934412010-08-15T01:08:00.001-04:002010-08-15T01:08:54.826-04:00take my body, put it in a boatTonight i just want to listen to kind of poppy, slightly melancholic, that reminds me of my own mortality and that life is pretty and things are ok even if one is lonely. Example? Willow Tree by Chad VanGaalen. <div>Not that i am particularly lonely tonight. Just alone. </div><div>Its a saturday night and i want to be out moving my body with people that i like and have fun with whenever i see them. But i am home, listening to good music and thinking about wanting to go out. </div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-55466427845412679062010-08-13T09:29:00.002-04:002010-08-13T09:46:06.947-04:00but i helped him drink his wineBecause summer-time tv is terrible, i have been watching a lot (A LOT) of Japanese dramas.* I am currently watching Lunch Queen or ルンチの女王. It is a little bit old, from the early 2000s i think and stars some familiar faces, the most familiar being a young YamaPi; For some reason, i am the most familiar with super pretty young male idols when it comes to the japanese entertainment industry. go figure. <div>The story seems simple enough, waitress loves lunch and is asked by a regular customer to pose as his fiancée, to help him make amends with his estranged family. His family runs a wonderful little restaurant. Seems like happily ever after right? not quite. Regular customer man is the eldest son and also a bit of a sneak theif, having run away from his family two years prior, with all of their money in tow. Old habits die hard and he does it again. However... waitress decides she likes it there and continues to pretend to be his fiancée. Throw in several (three) brothers, an ailing father and a terrible ex boyfriend and you have one of the best ventures into japanese television that i have seen. </div><div>Oh, by the way. I start a pretty amazing job on August 30th. I am enjoying summer while "the getting is good". I hope you are too.<br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*drama / dorama / ドラマ is a term widely used to describe live action television shows in Japan. Not all of the programs could be classified in the drama genre, but because they are about an hour long and not a variety show, they are named as such.</span></div></div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-39430460016134372442010-08-03T00:51:00.002-04:002010-08-03T00:54:52.371-04:00imagine thatJuly 30th 1980 was a Wednesday. makes sense i suppose. Everyday as a child i looked at that old poem. It was framed on my wall - a gift from an Aunt Ros. I never really gave it much thought until this year. <div>I suppose everyone's life has the ups and the downs. Personally i wish it had been a Monday.</div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-38236141610933472752010-07-26T13:52:00.002-04:002010-07-26T14:00:17.559-04:00recent items of interest<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWq5_c6TGidtIpB8vJtZm6D8AhjNSn2h-pL9CzG3oi_ch0KCXNUcobOnC7CUWDzgnYlzLyFr2O0z24ht4337U04bJWaamOepVb-afdZX4Mxa5SRUhMJYE5eGqKQgONQEug2keSJX6mA/s1600/prayer.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWq5_c6TGidtIpB8vJtZm6D8AhjNSn2h-pL9CzG3oi_ch0KCXNUcobOnC7CUWDzgnYlzLyFr2O0z24ht4337U04bJWaamOepVb-afdZX4Mxa5SRUhMJYE5eGqKQgONQEug2keSJX6mA/s320/prayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274579916992178" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWq5_c6TGidtIpB8vJtZm6D8AhjNSn2h-pL9CzG3oi_ch0KCXNUcobOnC7CUWDzgnYlzLyFr2O0z24ht4337U04bJWaamOepVb-afdZX4Mxa5SRUhMJYE5eGqKQgONQEug2keSJX6mA/s1600/prayer.jpg"></a><div>howdy kids, last week i went into g44 and used the imacon scanner (loves it). I spent 8 hours working on building my digital archive. here are two recent things that i have yet to print out in the darkroom. Stuff that may not have a home in a series yet, but has been part of my most recent art practice. </div><div style="text-align: center;">they dont really fit together, and have very different moods, but try not to hold it against me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">k, thanks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrZZNTDRvcCf5uCOIiqbx9oY_QFN4IZXkqDN5mXsM27jliePtKCkPPwUo90ouq-S9NZAHbd_MGw5rVY-mWTuCnhzA5ti7t-3jC-dxhFW5BEeH744rYGTQe9HrB-D2pn6yGLJn3uvtxg/s1600/conor01.b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrZZNTDRvcCf5uCOIiqbx9oY_QFN4IZXkqDN5mXsM27jliePtKCkPPwUo90ouq-S9NZAHbd_MGw5rVY-mWTuCnhzA5ti7t-3jC-dxhFW5BEeH744rYGTQe9HrB-D2pn6yGLJn3uvtxg/s320/conor01.b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498274570344386034" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-19047743859011115362010-06-19T18:25:00.006-04:002010-06-19T18:44:11.377-04:00rantIt isn't often that i go on a tirade on here, but today i just can't help myself. After a long day of shopping, what could be better than tuning in to FT's RAW. The show is pretty great, usually just the runway, almost like being there (well not really at all, but at least i get to see how the garments move on the body). SO imagine my excitement today when i turn on the tube to find that favorite fashion designer Stella McCartney's Fall/Winter 2010 collection is marching across my screen (see <a href="http://watch.fashiontelevision.com/ft-raw/#clip306187">here</a>). However, I was quickly crestfallen.<br />The coverage was terrible. If i wanted to watch Sir Paul nod and flirt with his glitterati cohorts, i would tune in to tv like "Extra" or "e-talk" or even "TMZ", but that is exactly the opposite of what i want. <br />I want stella! in all her glory, and i dont even really want stella herself. I want to see the fruits of her labour. I want to see her collection. Several pieces were panned by the camera man in favour of zoomed in shots of her (awesome) famous father. Yep he is great, but COME ON!<br />Also... usually i am of the school - "the skinnier the better", but some of those models made me feel a little bit sick. I don't enjoy fearing that i will see a woman's leg snap like a brittle twig when watching fashion. Seriously girls, thigh implants? Maybe you should consider it.<br />However, to Stella i say, "thank you! I probably can't wear any of your pieces (as i am a twig no more), but they sure were pretty to look at."ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-67037421069001432442010-06-12T15:27:00.003-04:002010-06-12T15:32:58.099-04:00wafflingHoly Moley!<br />I know, it's been over a month, honestly i am sorry. but not <em>that</em> sorry. I have been busy. <br />I have finally gotten my G44 membership, and have been reconnecting with some of the important people in my life. <br />Unfortunately some of the other important people in my life have either moved away or have fled to Europe for who knows how long. Equilibrium in all things i guess.<br />I have also made some new friends, discovered new recipes and slept a lot. So, i have been busy.<br />One great thing about the G44 membership means i will be back to shooting and printing, which means more pretty things to look at for you dear reader.<br />That's it for now, I think my dough has risen (Liege Waffles- jealous? i would be). I'll try not to be such a stranger.<br />xoochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-28195105044863811502010-05-07T15:43:00.002-04:002010-05-07T15:49:16.517-04:00recently...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXVRfBBKanziVhNzsL4FVo3rxaDJHHbhDMCZDeusQjlRvpNum1NN2MctWNwIgHePBVkTZdgQ2VKwd25A8wXD471RPg9bYeQnNM2kTlvR4Pg-Qs__UU5WPwtNooT1H2QKst204h1FfPQ/s1600/photo(6).jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXVRfBBKanziVhNzsL4FVo3rxaDJHHbhDMCZDeusQjlRvpNum1NN2MctWNwIgHePBVkTZdgQ2VKwd25A8wXD471RPg9bYeQnNM2kTlvR4Pg-Qs__UU5WPwtNooT1H2QKst204h1FfPQ/s320/photo(6).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468617137368029266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBy847e9cWfuvqL9HNLrMx03YELU2yu7Q3C5W7J_oUcIPDAML4X9E8XOAyBgO7KF9TX3UPkBbdib63Xp-IQQDhrG-cMh4kiD9Zf1GLnDp0ErlQIyeZawI8iEe9BE1D5adckj0QiIF39Q/s1600/photo(7).jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBy847e9cWfuvqL9HNLrMx03YELU2yu7Q3C5W7J_oUcIPDAML4X9E8XOAyBgO7KF9TX3UPkBbdib63Xp-IQQDhrG-cMh4kiD9Zf1GLnDp0ErlQIyeZawI8iEe9BE1D5adckj0QiIF39Q/s320/photo(7).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468617138254489378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCD8W4RKfFrsJgAD6OHoixwl-wUvk0OcVQeHgNHJe0IsueE5iXEDIaOsMAzqmA9KFxji5DgUEGiqeEXXKMXJD68tnwbgf7_FWdtgPwuvvqpDwRf1oSZpfi6YMZFrjItbJGA03uhd7zJA/s1600/photo(8).jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCD8W4RKfFrsJgAD6OHoixwl-wUvk0OcVQeHgNHJe0IsueE5iXEDIaOsMAzqmA9KFxji5DgUEGiqeEXXKMXJD68tnwbgf7_FWdtgPwuvvqpDwRf1oSZpfi6YMZFrjItbJGA03uhd7zJA/s320/photo(8).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468617144175206258" border="0" /></a>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-31875656527164679682010-04-28T21:55:00.002-04:002010-04-28T21:58:21.095-04:00small kingEveryone thinks that their cat is the best cat. I am no exception, except that in my case its true. He's the best.<br />example? well right now he is sitting beside me with both front paws on my thigh. BESTochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-23903323696914632632010-04-22T22:39:00.004-04:002010-04-22T23:11:04.875-04:00i miss gin-chan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR05Qj-iFdjxb6jBiICVeHp3cdXrzpNlYqRnd-NUroTvBYlOhqeKXtsjAAGbvgOsT212wCKHaIRYso-dvaXJLild0v_38NC2HjYLM88runXiLkVoz8DoxLTxbXQSL6m8YwOErh2McqRg/s1600/gin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR05Qj-iFdjxb6jBiICVeHp3cdXrzpNlYqRnd-NUroTvBYlOhqeKXtsjAAGbvgOsT212wCKHaIRYso-dvaXJLild0v_38NC2HjYLM88runXiLkVoz8DoxLTxbXQSL6m8YwOErh2McqRg/s320/gin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463164717740887426" border="0" /></a><br />Get ready, it's nerdier than ever.<br />I have been wanting to write about this for a bit. One of my favorite anime (Gintama) ended recently and while I wish that it hadn't and it will probably remain a favorite forever, I started looking around for something else to watch.<br />I finally settled on Naruto Shippuden. Having read some of the original Naruto manga, i thought that i could fall into it. This hasn't been such a problem. It's alright, I am enjoying it... for the most part. However there is one specific thing that is really bothering me.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Some math -<br />1 episode = approximately 22 minutes<br />opening theme = approximately 1.5 - 2 minutes<br />ending theme & next time & special featurette bit = approximately 3 minutes<br />That suggests that there are usually around 17 minutes of original footage for each episode.<br /></div><br />NOT SO! here is where is get annoying to me. Most episodes have at least 3 minutes of filler usually in terms of flashbacks or what is even worse, the same exact scene that you just viewed before a commercial break!<br />This tends to make the show a bit repetitive, in other words ... boring.<br />Gintama wasnt big on this "stalling". This just makes me miss it more.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-43820524677303553082010-04-21T21:39:00.005-04:002010-04-21T22:31:17.073-04:00HARU is here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-2ePCkEfh_KuNojd9rj_9G9mEUQ4GYoFy_vV9AbzmmFpYwFOHSw1eGjsdsB9ZEYVm5Zlne2IZZQJURCSu0BSuBpysiMQRohsFj5x_AAgKJ7siduB7jbjy-LZrn-uB1iHq-5POnOdQg/s1600/photo(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-2ePCkEfh_KuNojd9rj_9G9mEUQ4GYoFy_vV9AbzmmFpYwFOHSw1eGjsdsB9ZEYVm5Zlne2IZZQJURCSu0BSuBpysiMQRohsFj5x_AAgKJ7siduB7jbjy-LZrn-uB1iHq-5POnOdQg/s320/photo(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462780002325726242" border="0" /></a><br />hello all, i know its been quite a while - sorry. The nicer the weather, the less i want to be on/in front of/anywhere near the computer.<br />I spent a lovely Sunday at High Park with some fantastic people (in alphabetical order - Brandon, Dan, Gen, & Jeff). Luckily the sakura were in full effect! Took a couple great polaroids and these two nice ones on my iPhone. Spring always makes me miss Japan. Honestly the most beautiful springs I ever experienced were back in Osaka.<br /><br /><br /><br />My biggest time-suck lately has been "the shoe-less wonder". Ripley had been a bit under the weather, but has since appeared to be back in the pink.<br />I had noticed over the past month that he had new exciting object that he wants me to throw and throw and<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhNWe2d8QCYy0NOgMoM1ct1-iATW79CH7lofFFyMEpf9Nt3_VZxBb-903OlqXd-OjNxkO-w-gCxypgdy5JsxDxPZ9tpCUZPbzaiQTIGWePL9BLS-0eCefkIsZ3tyJgyccXxZJAQ_MIA/s1600/photo(4).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhNWe2d8QCYy0NOgMoM1ct1-iATW79CH7lofFFyMEpf9Nt3_VZxBb-903OlqXd-OjNxkO-w-gCxypgdy5JsxDxPZ9tpCUZPbzaiQTIGWePL9BLS-0eCefkIsZ3tyJgyccXxZJAQ_MIA/s320/photo(4).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462779997005044914" border="0" /></a> grown bored with his favorite toys, it appears he has now found a brandthrow and throw...<br />a plastic spoon, but only between naps.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-5148943461831243132010-04-04T14:36:00.004-04:002010-04-05T13:04:06.884-04:00colour bricks<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRiKK7pOj3bjO1stJn1VTs3QS-KVQuvvFt2dOFOMj27R-ycwImOqwsawFWIqiHQI2wZ5KL6ZXB-LgXQbrNpRHy0P0PvTplFOz2UzNFNARZsa4GjUHrw9yxxD0OkWZ4XWugNHznYOlAg/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRiKK7pOj3bjO1stJn1VTs3QS-KVQuvvFt2dOFOMj27R-ycwImOqwsawFWIqiHQI2wZ5KL6ZXB-LgXQbrNpRHy0P0PvTplFOz2UzNFNARZsa4GjUHrw9yxxD0OkWZ4XWugNHznYOlAg/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456356319374779042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtCjzmWuNwY7GIjtwIZBJ0VmCrqp7q0P-bsGTBu_tOs1-eC_nsgN8GaQqo2B4Var9U3gTlGNwbCji_fgP9gLTpTLQKCU1tVNSOKm7xEOKT2Q0KP7_f5ogoa0LvLL1Am9sjjhdzuxVaA/s1600/photo(2).jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtCjzmWuNwY7GIjtwIZBJ0VmCrqp7q0P-bsGTBu_tOs1-eC_nsgN8GaQqo2B4Var9U3gTlGNwbCji_fgP9gLTpTLQKCU1tVNSOKm7xEOKT2Q0KP7_f5ogoa0LvLL1Am9sjjhdzuxVaA/s320/photo(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456356331088133378" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Been working on something pretty fun. Heat transfer disperse dyes! the results are pretty pretty. I love the geometry in them, and the colours are so beautifully spring and feminine. I am going to make a necklace out of some of the fabric.<br />It's too bad that the dyeing is more fun than the sewing. Making something beautiful and then having to make it something else beautiful can be a bit of a letdown. But i do have an idea of how else to use the fabric. I'll let you know how it turns out.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-5540271402720551042010-03-28T22:03:00.003-04:002010-03-28T22:26:22.790-04:00i like moviessorry kids, i haven't felt much like writing lately. Prolly because if i <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> write, it would just be all complainy. This time of year is like that for me. At the breaking point of "not enough sunshine", "where is the warm weather already?" and "stupid rain". <br />However last night i saw something that made me pretty happy. Volver. Have you seen it? it is exceptionally beautiful. Fantastic and gripping plot. <br /><br /><br />ps. is anyone else really annoyed by optical commercials? EVERYONE IS WEARING GLASSES!ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-80002518252538366402010-03-24T06:52:00.004-04:002010-03-24T07:04:57.104-04:00good morning to you i hope you're feeling better baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XrCd2pvghVubxRbXTGZiOTdtL_23lvQvHhjUGXOxUIS-CZifysmIoOHmDg5buJge41rpbR5AYi06Fw13BIzAZnge_QzpjImmJDVPljupN2p3_kUfJocx5-m_ut7G9VThBZua3de5ow/s1600/Cardinal+Marc+Ouellet.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452154203699801986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XrCd2pvghVubxRbXTGZiOTdtL_23lvQvHhjUGXOxUIS-CZifysmIoOHmDg5buJge41rpbR5AYi06Fw13BIzAZnge_QzpjImmJDVPljupN2p3_kUfJocx5-m_ut7G9VThBZua3de5ow/s320/Cardinal+Marc+Ouellet.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I am awake! It is Wednesday and that means its wake up early and put out the garbage and usually go back to bed. But today, it wasn't so cold and it wasn't so wet and it actually felt nice outside (still too cold and too wet). So, i am awake. </div><br /><div>I think the main reason is because i can hear a cardinal chirping from somewhere in my backyard. It's a sound that is entirely welcome. There is a nesting pair that lives in my neighborhood and they tend to spend a lot of time in some of my trees. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">i got the image </span><a href="http://romancatholicvocations.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a></div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-1512507053790478332010-03-20T02:29:00.004-04:002010-03-20T03:03:12.089-04:00handful of thingsI was going to start with a link to an interview with Gen, but i dont want you to click off just yet so it will come at the end.<br />... Ok i was going to write some long post about the value of art in terms of an object that can bring joy, or some sort of emotion, the amount of time, thought and energy that goes into a piece versus it's monetary value. But I am really not in the mood to write it anymore. <br />So, moving on<br />there are a couple new items in my etsy shop, give them a looksee!<br /><br />as promised - <a href="http://torontoetsystreetteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/test-interview-genevievejodouin.html">the link</a><br />Gen is an amazing artist and person. One of my faves to be completely honest. Please enjoy her work and charming interview.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-4277420760378532812010-03-16T05:48:00.003-04:002010-03-16T05:57:38.782-04:00across time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48L1amjT5kK7HORS0sLheXVfK9yq1mI6HWwdvFsJQ-JDsg646P8lSp7D5qpUcYU1jEtsAi0xzyOfbcyftChyphenhyphen3JznIJ_ifkxsTgn95QIBfcJhKr54ZaGrD3KkBnqpE-HlqBjd06Iqjig/s1600-h/zoo_44.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48L1amjT5kK7HORS0sLheXVfK9yq1mI6HWwdvFsJQ-JDsg646P8lSp7D5qpUcYU1jEtsAi0xzyOfbcyftChyphenhyphen3JznIJ_ifkxsTgn95QIBfcJhKr54ZaGrD3KkBnqpE-HlqBjd06Iqjig/s320/zoo_44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449168546085203010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Broke the (not even for sure) news to my mum.<br />"I think i want to move back to Japan"<br />"..." was her initial reaction.<br />I dont think she is pleased in the slightest by the prospect. Maybe she feels abandoned or something. I just feel like there is more for me there.<br /><br />bla, im going back to bed.<br />OH! wait, its going to be pretty today.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-54985881858256037152010-03-15T02:42:00.006-04:002010-03-15T03:24:44.530-04:00secret no more<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpZmoslzCFMwCuZ8cy9ZzI6CnedVQ1x-kgFcz0YH6Cd-36_bsbCW_0aN00G2HEVqwPFNodtbEsUT4Ntlz1xdQq1TgmUlCHxhvmwYO9uQ6zbxNsbznUhvkJQe9t8j7kcsusZeYhpaunw/s1600-h/terminator_salvation40.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpZmoslzCFMwCuZ8cy9ZzI6CnedVQ1x-kgFcz0YH6Cd-36_bsbCW_0aN00G2HEVqwPFNodtbEsUT4Ntlz1xdQq1TgmUlCHxhvmwYO9uQ6zbxNsbznUhvkJQe9t8j7kcsusZeYhpaunw/s320/terminator_salvation40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448750203946613378" border="0" /></a><br />ok! So, here is a secret nerd-out for all to read. I am a little bit in love with a fictional character... Kyle Reese! In both film manifestations. Michael Biehn and Anton Yelchin. Perfect. That first line "Come with me if you want to live"- how can a girl resist? Not to mention him carrying a torch for the woman he has traveled through time to save! Pretty great.<br />On top of all that, there are those excellent fashions! Look at that super awesome stripey shirt, and layered fatigues! Bril! I love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJIt6wMV74x2TSDWLjx9EjxdJgD6eXH4PKYvtGZkUyVPnwx57ooRFdc-V-kbCd9n7HtOyue0Vmjy4M1R5txNrmN1fXKvT67eL1m-7UuaXOXWrrbHZrz5qSF782O9fhyphenhyphen5qYIVw5ejaAQ/s1600-h/Terminator_Pics_11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJIt6wMV74x2TSDWLjx9EjxdJgD6eXH4PKYvtGZkUyVPnwx57ooRFdc-V-kbCd9n7HtOyue0Vmjy4M1R5txNrmN1fXKvT67eL1m-7UuaXOXWrrbHZrz5qSF782O9fhyphenhyphen5qYIVw5ejaAQ/s320/Terminator_Pics_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448750674391205010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />hmm<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />ps. watch T1 again... how creepy does Arnold look without eyebrows?ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-80294781787144510092010-03-14T00:04:00.002-05:002010-03-14T00:10:24.661-05:00hopes dashedDont worry, the title is slightly misleading. It wont really be as depressing as all that.<br />Last week the weather here was incredible! It was warm and sunny. I was compelled to leave the house and bask in the sun.<br />But true to toronto weather form, its ugly outside. Its going to stay ugly outside. <br />I really wish that i could leave for about 2 months. come back in may when i can smile and squint all day long because its sunny.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-12081346033942707562010-03-10T01:20:00.003-05:002010-03-10T01:31:32.654-05:00zooey was always my favoritewhy didnt anyone tell me that my favorite author had passed away?<br />there is a tiny sad cloud inside of my heart.<br />He had been gone for so long already, but i guess i just wished that he would have published something else. It's because i am greedy and four books wasn't nearly enough.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-5244654426684536022010-03-09T13:24:00.002-05:002010-03-09T13:38:33.247-05:00god save the village green<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ2glDRwx8G0iE2Q4owUpYSK0xbWipNBt-xLDL7Ai851k9Qhj5Yee59-eBBWc6pNRX_69p_kWGH9KwQoBG8qIslLFdZ7WdAivyvvm_N8R7PteC1xfukFTp_Y12-6nWrDozXMfh2J8zA/s1600-h/twist.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446702075355600994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQ2glDRwx8G0iE2Q4owUpYSK0xbWipNBt-xLDL7Ai851k9Qhj5Yee59-eBBWc6pNRX_69p_kWGH9KwQoBG8qIslLFdZ7WdAivyvvm_N8R7PteC1xfukFTp_Y12-6nWrDozXMfh2J8zA/s320/twist.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbSPnY-GP9n-Y-wCJb4sdBaXm3DDbV8xOq2oex23EvBk0OgkybLZUqyQgxY6rtxyXtpCMSB52GK0A6HlchxUIkKClDLhR-WqPx_ykUf-ygMQEZnQGvF-Y5ZUWmS-Cynn3a871ykkZQA/s1600-h/twist2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446702077348784994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbSPnY-GP9n-Y-wCJb4sdBaXm3DDbV8xOq2oex23EvBk0OgkybLZUqyQgxY6rtxyXtpCMSB52GK0A6HlchxUIkKClDLhR-WqPx_ykUf-ygMQEZnQGvF-Y5ZUWmS-Cynn3a871ykkZQA/s320/twist2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>dip dyeing - so fun.</div><div><br />Last night the cbc gave me a gift, they had HOT FUZZ on for the late night film. Excellent. It was my first time seeing it and it has become my favorite cop movie (of the moment). </div><div>I do have one criticism, the soundtrack! Although it is an amazing choice of songs, there is voiceover with lines from the film. I never enjoy this sort of thing with pre-existing songs. Sometimes i find it successful when the Artist or Band makes this choice in studio (there is a lagwagon song that has lines from jacob's ladder, works well) but in this case the cast's voices completely ruined "We are the village green preservation society" which was the only reason i downloaded the soundtrack from iTunes in the first place. Maybe i will get over it.<br /></div><div></div>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-10862840278456527042010-03-07T22:21:00.002-05:002010-03-07T22:25:21.342-05:00retail therapyAlright! OK! Finally got my Etsy store up. Only three items so far, but they are great. So go buy em!<br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/OchaMilk">Gogogogogogoooo</a></span></span>ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208054939266170316.post-35818802380989272032010-03-05T23:11:00.002-05:002010-03-05T23:31:55.271-05:00homeHome by Saturday has, for a few years been one of my top 20 songs. There is a very specific memory that it is involved with- When i lived in Japan i felt such longing for home that it would be like a blinding light, some sort of imagined beacon that would guide me back to a life that i had left. I would wake up from dreaming confused as to where i was. I dreamed of my friends and family in Canada, of the places i loved in Toronto - home. But when i returned, home was no longer to be found. Things had changed, loved ones had changed, i had changed, rooms felt bigger and smaller, food tasted different and i couldnt find that one comfort that i had been missing so much, I couldnt find my home. I found instead pangs of nostalgia and a yearning for the land i had left. I was torn in two. Happy and sad simultaneously.<br />Over time things have adjusted (as they always do) and I kind of feel like i am home again, but the pangs have never left me.<br />I think i am beginning to understand a new notion of home. I think throughout a lifetime there will be many versions of comfort and love, maybe its a house you grew up in and a school you loved, your first apartment and your favorite restaurant. Or maybe it could be something else, maybe it could be a feeling that you can carry around with you, maybe the light can live inside you and you'll never have to feel homesick again. The latter is my hope for my future. I have been contemplating a move back. But still feeling torn.ochamilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12610465612517776707noreply@blogger.com0