<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:32:12.152-08:00</updated><category term='2012'/><category term='Owls'/><category term='Portland'/><category term='Magnolia'/><category term='Drawing'/><category term='October'/><category term='video'/><category term='music'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='depression'/><category term='Weak Ramblings'/><category term='painting'/><category term='Lists'/><title type='text'>I just want you to see it too.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-5284746297862197503</id><published>2012-01-25T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:33:28.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been looking so long at my pictures of you that I almost believe that they're real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aNBJ1rBAlN8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I know what you are thinking. "Listening to the Cure ain't gonna help that homesickness, bro!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to wallow, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-5284746297862197503?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5284746297862197503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-been-looking-so-long-at-my-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5284746297862197503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5284746297862197503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-been-looking-so-long-at-my-pictures.html' title='I&apos;ve been looking so long at my pictures of you that I almost believe that they&apos;re real.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aNBJ1rBAlN8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-646062437548802892</id><published>2012-01-25T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:22:39.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weak Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>So it has been a long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Av2QMw-9HY/TyD5_x0BCTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/XDeVDw01TfM/s1600/deer-chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Av2QMw-9HY/TyD5_x0BCTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/XDeVDw01TfM/s400/deer-chicken.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701832002349631794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;This blog is a pretty interesting time line. I have lived officially in Portland for 7 months. Suddenly my phone started ringing off the hook, family and friends saying "I don't know why, but I really really miss you right now." It's cuz it's been a god damn half year since I have looked at my little brother's face, or had a beer with my best friends, or asked my fucking siste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;r if she thought my outfit looked good. Fuck. Here's some new art or whatever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8MYjDklHcs/TyD5_H40gYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/SeLIxs5JW0M/s400/coldgirl%2B%2528fixed%2Bsmudge%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701831991095492994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vb77lO8OMJQ/TyD5_drtxJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KDbKLiuyWIY/s400/coldgirl2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701831996946105490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That orange painting up there isn't as new, it's like 2 weeks old, sue me. Anyway, it's 2012 and things are pretty damn good. Except money is tight, and we need to move real bad because our room mate ended up being a lunatic. Hopefully our tax returns will buy us a move-in and a plane ticket home. Also I have really bad anxiety suddenly. Pretty much every time I take something that alters my being (alcohol, marijuana, caffeine) I start feeling really really tense, and like I am either having trouble breathing or my chest is tightening up. The scariest one was when I thought my arm wasn't working. I felt like Winona Ryder in Girl, Interrupte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d when she was telling the paramedic as she was passing out "Please help me, I don't have any bones in my right arm." So I thought I was going crazy for about a week. But I think it has to do with low serotonin in my brain from all of the pot. And an underlying problem with anxiety and panic attacks that I had forgotten about. So I can't take anything. You would think that this would make me happy. Like "Oh! I get to not do any drugs or alcohol for a while! I am gonna get so healthy!" No. I am very pissed. I had a very nice routine (especially with marijuana) going. Especially with Daniel having to work really early in the morning, and me working nights, there is this boring 4 hour period where he is asleep and I am awake, and now I have to do it sober?? Fuck the universe. I am 24 years old, not 34 years old. I am not ready to give that shit up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture of me trying to hand you alcohol through the screen, and I hope that you feel thoroughly caught up. I am sorry for all of the anger and childishness. I am homesick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ua5YyROytFM/TyD-wG7F-_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/jKiDQDkzWVg/s400/DSC_0575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701837230696692722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-646062437548802892?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/646062437548802892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-it-has-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/646062437548802892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/646062437548802892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-it-has-been-long-time.html' title='So it has been a long time.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Av2QMw-9HY/TyD5_x0BCTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/XDeVDw01TfM/s72-c/deer-chicken.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-6483189301076954730</id><published>2011-08-15T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:26:47.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portland'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UT7Y8zK3bw/TkmpSEvOtKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iw6w7fWSNpc/s400/scan004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641226136232834210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been too long, I think. My last post it seems I was swirling around in the tornado that was moving to Oregon. Everything is done now and i can't believe it! We have lived here for a month and a half! I guess that doesn't seem like that long...but it feels good! I have been drawing a lot... I have been so inspired. I don't really know how, but I always go crazy when i have a lot of free time. I have been working a lot, but other than that i can just sit in coffee shops and figure things out on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZPG_FbW0E0/TkmpR7lhGpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xI3a3AdkLJU/s400/scan007.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641226133776177810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My work has gotten slightly more whimsical and cute rather than gross. I am going to scan a bunch of drawings today. I was just thinking about how much my work has changed. It used to be so directionless... I would just doodle sea creatures, or draw people a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nd trees from life. Now I don't really have to think, and i rarely use references...I guess i have more confidence. I can't wait to get back to school to work on it further though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, i am trying to post drawings on the internet so here are a few I had posted before, and later i will post the new ones I scan. Maybe i should make a deviant art page?? I don't know, i just want feedback from strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-VdpnUHq10/TkmpRX50eXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/e4lFDv9SRDY/s400/scan013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641226124197656946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTmEx3YBPiM/TkmpRIEnARI/AAAAAAAAAb0/osVQcObwcFY/s400/scan015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641226119947944210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-6483189301076954730?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/6483189301076954730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6483189301076954730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6483189301076954730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UT7Y8zK3bw/TkmpSEvOtKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iw6w7fWSNpc/s72-c/scan004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-1542420146961918128</id><published>2011-06-17T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:28:47.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Mucked Up.</title><content type='html'>Everything has taken sort of a somber and personal turn. The emotional rush coupled with the adrenaline rush of moving is intoxicating and has made me more productive and sensitive than ever. I am currently listening to this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G5GBroq6dsM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were to travel in time 10 years ago, to little 14 year old Trista, she would have been listening to this and realizing things about herself that would soon overcome her and turn her into the person she is today. Out of absolute, sheer, rock BOTTOM depression i downed literally half a bottle of Bacardi 151. And now listening to, as i used to call lovingly, Tommy the Who. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While things may be emotionally different now, i am ready to move far away more than ever.  I will never forget where i came from, and i appreciate and look forward to every moment before i move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-1542420146961918128?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1542420146961918128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-mucked-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/1542420146961918128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/1542420146961918128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-mucked-up.html' title='All Mucked Up.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/G5GBroq6dsM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-3261959031046426543</id><published>2010-12-13T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:54:22.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celia!  You're Breaking My Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meet Cecilia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TQcTysBF3eI/AAAAAAAAAbA/85LbJKPWCYs/s1600/156718_10150103905063619_548828618_7356537_1233516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TQcTysBF3eI/AAAAAAAAAbA/85LbJKPWCYs/s400/156718_10150103905063619_548828618_7356537_1233516_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550426827287551458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TQcTybSLFYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pttbtEH_T5U/s1600/154914_10150103905023619_548828618_7356536_1748399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TQcTybSLFYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pttbtEH_T5U/s400/154914_10150103905023619_548828618_7356536_1748399_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550426822795793794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-3261959031046426543?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3261959031046426543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/12/celia-youre-breaking-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3261959031046426543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3261959031046426543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/12/celia-youre-breaking-my-heart.html' title='Celia!  You&apos;re Breaking My Heart!'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TQcTysBF3eI/AAAAAAAAAbA/85LbJKPWCYs/s72-c/156718_10150103905063619_548828618_7356537_1233516_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-6220587513845848379</id><published>2010-11-03T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:49:09.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owls'/><title type='text'>October is Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TNJI67y2MwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/usTnJuAuRWg/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535567069312332546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;October was wonderful this year. I have only one regret and that is that i did not get or carve any pumpkins...But i have had my fair share of pumpkins so that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some highlights from October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1)  I kicked it off with seeing my favorite band the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2)  That day i got &lt;b&gt;Zombie&lt;/b&gt; by the Cranberries in my head for hours and i had an epic jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3)  Having the chance to make twice the money i was making, even if i hate it. I get to move sooner now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4)  Seeing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Morning Benders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in Santa Cruz, and then meeting most of them on accident after leaving a bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5)  Slowly turning my porch into the &lt;b&gt;voodoo hut&lt;/b&gt; we dreamed it would be. Including a million dead palm leaves. And making head dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6)  Taking fun pictures with &lt;b&gt;Daniel&lt;/b&gt; and his new camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7)  Buying TONS Halloween decorations. TONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8)  Having 2 costumes this year. &lt;b&gt;Snow White&lt;/b&gt; and a &lt;b&gt;crazy voodoo woman&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9)  The company-i-work-for's insane &lt;b&gt;Halloween Party&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10)Seeing and meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; "&gt; Gorillaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, wow. How did that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11)The wonderful &lt;b&gt;drum circle&lt;/b&gt; that came together on my porch on Halloween. My neighborhood always has so many kids, and we actually drew a pretty large crowd for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TNJIBKCNToI/AAAAAAAAAag/gjj3MBQRCVA/s400/DSC_0229.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535566076702445186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-6220587513845848379?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/6220587513845848379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/11/october-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6220587513845848379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6220587513845848379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/11/october-is-over.html' title='October is Over.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TNJI67y2MwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/usTnJuAuRWg/s72-c/DSC_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-7725923241831244640</id><published>2010-10-03T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:44:26.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcade Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKlbeovG5HI/AAAAAAAAAaY/00kQN-Dn0ZE/s1600/arcadefire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKlbeovG5HI/AAAAAAAAAaY/00kQN-Dn0ZE/s400/arcadefire1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524046999835829362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saw my favorite band last night. That's all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-7725923241831244640?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7725923241831244640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/10/arcade-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7725923241831244640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7725923241831244640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/10/arcade-fire.html' title='Arcade Fire.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKlbeovG5HI/AAAAAAAAAaY/00kQN-Dn0ZE/s72-c/arcadefire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-4490890143693824538</id><published>2010-09-28T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:55:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Flo wants children.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKGumMegwDI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jkpRztDzDQE/s400/furry.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521886589340401714" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKGumSK80TI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_WrXPEpyVk8/s400/topimg100804.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521886590868967730" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kawashimakotori.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                           I always get pretty mushy about babies at this time of the month. I can't have them. (Well...MAYBE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKGybgfoDwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9bhwM0GPTkk/s400/l_afacce8e31120691dc11b6baaa44ddae.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521890803781734146" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKGybdlKq1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jFEi-U2-HDs/s400/little+trista.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521890802999667538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-4490890143693824538?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4490890143693824538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/09/aunt-flo-wants-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/4490890143693824538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/4490890143693824538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/09/aunt-flo-wants-children.html' title='Aunt Flo wants children.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TKGumMegwDI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jkpRztDzDQE/s72-c/furry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-2140075733766206576</id><published>2010-09-21T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:36:38.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookbook</title><content type='html'>I think i want to be on look book...i know, weird right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My obsession with clothes is becoming insane. I am a die hard collector and i feel like quantity and quality are both very important, i can never have enough. Anyway, my closet is looking pretty damn good, my boyfriend is getting a  fun new camera soon, and my hair is lying very nicely around my face. I think its finally time to dress myself, take pictures in a field, and post them on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/1086725.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_1086725"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/1083473.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_1083473"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/1105287.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_1105287"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, someone's gotta represent ladies with 34 D's up in there! I'm working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-2140075733766206576?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2140075733766206576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/09/lookbook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/2140075733766206576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/2140075733766206576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/09/lookbook.html' title='Lookbook'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-3923052431902720983</id><published>2010-07-07T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:07:32.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday i will be like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12811444&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12811444&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12811444"&gt;Kimme Aaberg from Stylelikeu.com&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user997601"&gt;Stylelikeu&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-3923052431902720983?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3923052431902720983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/07/someday-i-will-be-like-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3923052431902720983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3923052431902720983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/07/someday-i-will-be-like-this.html' title='Someday i will be like this'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-6323989717785420689</id><published>2010-06-24T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:16:06.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>Every time i step away from &lt;a href="http://www.blogotheque.net/"&gt;La Blogotheque&lt;/a&gt; for a few weeks, they give me the best treats when i get back!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12439106&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12439106&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12439106"&gt;Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero's - A Take Away Show&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque"&gt;La Blogotheque&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-6323989717785420689?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/6323989717785420689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6323989717785420689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6323989717785420689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-7622623707766515574</id><published>2010-06-23T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:38:17.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TCHnBFocj1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/sSp-halGRps/s1600/Living+under+wild+sky+-+extra+image1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TCHnBFocj1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/sSp-halGRps/s400/Living+under+wild+sky+-+extra+image1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485919826991681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some of my very scarce posts from last year on this blog and i think its funny how much i have changed since then. I don't remember making this list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;1) DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;2) THE PHRASE "YOU ARE FUCKING WORTHLESS".&lt;br /&gt;3) INVISIBILITY.&lt;br /&gt;4) LYING FACE DOWN ON THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;5) BAD TRIPS.&lt;br /&gt;6) AWKWARDNESS.&lt;br /&gt;7) DESPERATELY WANTING SOMETHING, BUT KNOWING YOU CAN'T HAVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;8) FEELING STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;9) GIVING UP.&lt;br /&gt;10) FEELING LIKE A STRANGER TO EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Seems I was feeling pretty down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am thinking of starting a Tumblr because i have been collecting pictures on my computer for so long...Unless i am mistaken for what a Tumblr is...Its just pictures from the internet right??? I should look into it i suppose. I will choose one randomly to post above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-7622623707766515574?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7622623707766515574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/06/better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7622623707766515574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7622623707766515574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/06/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/TCHnBFocj1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/sSp-halGRps/s72-c/Living+under+wild+sky+-+extra+image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-7220094165807763765</id><published>2010-05-24T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:58:36.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on you're stockings for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am currently working on a final art project. I am very excited about it because I have been wanting to do it for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The "theme" or idea i have is looking up ladies' skirts!!! hee hee. I know that sounds perverted but thats not really what i mean. It is inspired by a lyric from the Sunset Rubdown song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0pOK6j3Q2E"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Silver Moons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear, there's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want to do three pieces that are quite literal from those lyrics. Women lifting beautiful dresses to reveal scenes of ships being tossed about on a stormy ocean, dense and impenetrable forest fires, or scenes of war, "riots in the square".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And i am also doing a bunch of smaller pieces in ink and colored pencil and watercolors that are what would actually be under a ladies skirt. I am being inspired mostly by stockings and lace. Inspired by not using paint, i have been having a lot of fun taking hours and hours to do tons of tiny details in fine black pens. I think it might be my favorite thing to do right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kd6pkX2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/0-rjgUdYM9g/s1600/first+503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kd6pkX2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/0-rjgUdYM9g/s400/first+503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475713555819159394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kddIccAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/z849xF5_3XA/s1600/first+496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kddIccAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/z849xF5_3XA/s400/first+496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475713547895599106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kcvUENPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/uxmh17drONs/s1600/first+500.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kcvUENPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/uxmh17drONs/s400/first+500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475713535596311794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kcCghb2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/_byoEoZLa_M/s1600/first+488.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kcCghb2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/_byoEoZLa_M/s400/first+488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475713523568963426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-7220094165807763765?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7220094165807763765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-on-youre-stockings-for-while.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7220094165807763765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7220094165807763765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-on-youre-stockings-for-while.html' title='Keep on you&apos;re stockings for a while'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S_2kd6pkX2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/0-rjgUdYM9g/s72-c/first+503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-8331748563850484242</id><published>2010-04-06T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:01:49.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspira shun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S7r2MQAHFhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HJ2C-kMXwMo/s1600/4389981847_e2f6c9b593_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikelay/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 486px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S7r2LxDw3cI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2MjDTWUQkik/s400/3960326112_e84c23affa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456944580520893890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S7r2LkUMcGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pNZlN8GYl54/s1600/6a00d834cad15053ef0120a5eb0553970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kimebuzzelli.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S7r2LUolY_I/AAAAAAAAAXw/EeM5qAzcbps/s400/6a00d834cad15053ef00e551b44afa8833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456944572890702834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lovetherobot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S7r2K-hgygI/AAAAAAAAAXo/YOYNMLljdgc/s400/ca_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456944566955461122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For my drawing class i look at lots of art for inspiration. Art that is more about the drawring ya know? But sometimes i am so blown away, i can't produce anything that makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-8331748563850484242?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8331748563850484242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspira-shun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8331748563850484242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8331748563850484242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspira-shun.html' title='inspira shun'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S7r2LxDw3cI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2MjDTWUQkik/s72-c/3960326112_e84c23affa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-2670674757397608377</id><published>2010-03-08T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:52:27.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.timwalkerphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S5X78ZLktdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LlLpJI4PFkg/s400/TimWalker_LilyCole_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446536339344635346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i was a little kid i used to pray for magic, which is a hilarious thing to pray for but i would. And then i would cry because i was so so so jealous of fictional stories and i would always have the BEST dreams after those little crying fits. I love wishful dreaming. If you want something bad enough and you concentrate on it completely before you fall asleep, you will dream about it and it makes you feel a bit better for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the kind of thing that lead to my eventual atheism and art making. I realized that if there was magic, surely it would have come to save me while i was dying for it. Things like angels and gods, if they were as good as everyone said, would have done SOMEthing. The thing inside of me that believed, turned off. Lately i have been fascinated with how stories and images create these elaborate and beautiful lies that we cling to. We long for the unreal. Sometimes to the point where we convince ourselves that these lies are true. Which gives us things like Sylvia Brown and Scientology. I still love magical things, i just accept that they don't exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-2670674757397608377?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2670674757397608377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-magic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/2670674757397608377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/2670674757397608377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-magic.html' title='Some Magic'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S5X78ZLktdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LlLpJI4PFkg/s72-c/TimWalker_LilyCole_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-4464634195754076181</id><published>2010-02-17T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:44:59.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee and tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i made the switch to tea permanent i think. i have always had to drink tea a bit more than the next guy, and coffee just as much, but i have now cut out the coffee and just drink tea all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a smart choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my blog has been getting a little personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lately. No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t like, really personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about me a little more. I feel sort of bad, and i think that might be due to me not really finding anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new that i love. I am constantly being inspired by the same old shit now, pre-blog shit. Okay, let's go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(little side note, blogger keeps changing my text size when i publish things...i cannot get it to work! so its going to be like i am one of those people who can't control the sound of my voice..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1)&lt;/span&gt; MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will save us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can pretend that its not one, or leave it out because its inspires everyone, but it must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be said. I am inspired by music everyday. Music is good times, Music is sad times. And whichever way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it goes, it makes me want to create or feel in ways i never knew. It goes that deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lising/4082093874/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 447px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4RzXWVIlqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kdQ4xxMDs4s/s400/4082093874_f409c81e62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441601094738810530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2)  NATURE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is furry and outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am not going to get into this because everyone knows how beautiful and wonderful nature is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not need to tell you again! Here i am getting sassy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4To4qm3kKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/tbUHPHxQ1zY/s1600-h/deer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4To4qm3kKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/tbUHPHxQ1zY/s400/deer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441730309978034338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#3) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OTHER ARTISTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are better than i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love so many artists. I can get kind of crazy with my love for a couple of artists...They are my super stars. One time &lt;a href="http://www.chrisryniak.com/"&gt;Chris Ryniak&lt;/a&gt; left me a myspace comment and i shit my pants. i had a heart attack. I am currently doing a project on Jeff Soto...be still my heart. click the photo please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeffsotoart.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 411px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4R9v-p6mGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/alLgs4ylM7Q/s400/Starskull2Sml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441612512996530274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#4) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LADIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;either well dressed or naked and nowhere in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can you not be inspired by ladies? I love the ladies. God i really wish i had more lady friends, but lately they have not been having it. I have such few friends that are girls and one lives miles and miles away, and the other i hardly see! My sister is my only close lady friend, but she doesn't really count being my sister and all. I was really jealous of Paul Rudd in "I Love You, Man" because i wish i could find a bro like that, but with a vagina! I guess this is not the time or the place to whine about not having enough girls to talk to. But i just want to go shopping and talk about our boyfriends and stuff! Maybe i am too eager and they think i am a lesbian. I even recently had a dream where i met a girl who was just like me and we had fun. I realize this is the saddest paragraph....okay I'm done for reals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hannahandlandon.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-01-16T19%3A17%3A00-05%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=15"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 452px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4TrBwVBAeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gixJZYQVGxI/s400/4186422686_58d7c76996_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441732665155846626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FILM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; go hand in hand with a lot of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i wouldn't be able to see animals i don't live around, what bands images are like, anyone's art, ladies i don't know, clothes i don't have etc. if it was not for photography and film. Along with being an art and music nerd, i am also a huge film nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crappytaxidermy.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 448px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4TrnIBspTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gMXIYHLiHi4/s400/tumblr_kuwytlpzAZ1qze1jro1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441733307172431154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would love to say that everything that i produce comes from somewhere deep inside where i am alone, but i can not help but be influenced by the things i love. If i am uninspired, i think my work would be that way as well. And that's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also i didn't say anything about it before, but i am also influenced by one big thing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostperfection.deviantart.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4TztAnUSgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/HawjEqmWNQY/s400/cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441742204354972162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM&lt;/span&gt;. His sister is amazing and took this picture and you should click on it to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-4464634195754076181?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4464634195754076181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/02/coffee-and-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/4464634195754076181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/4464634195754076181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/02/coffee-and-tea.html' title='coffee and tea'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S4RzXWVIlqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kdQ4xxMDs4s/s72-c/4082093874_f409c81e62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-8438516362895803545</id><published>2010-02-07T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:33:49.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S26V1wt-N6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/l7_CP3QxH08/s1600-h/gilroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S26V1wt-N6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/l7_CP3QxH08/s400/gilroy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435446551126095778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally explored a bunch of hills located about a block from my house at about seven in the morning. It was hauntingly beautiful. I ended up turning back because of the fog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S26WqJmEU5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/wRhKQndVK9o/s1600-h/trista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S26WqJmEU5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/wRhKQndVK9o/s400/trista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435447451157025682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTJLcRMkYUo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTJLcRMkYUo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-8438516362895803545?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8438516362895803545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/02/magic-mountain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8438516362895803545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8438516362895803545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/02/magic-mountain.html' title='Magic Mountain'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S26V1wt-N6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/l7_CP3QxH08/s72-c/gilroy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-1865546486581982987</id><published>2010-01-13T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:54:52.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am disgusted and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking disgusted. And fucking exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you! whoever you are. Its time to fucking sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-1865546486581982987?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1865546486581982987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-disgusted-and-exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/1865546486581982987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/1865546486581982987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-disgusted-and-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-5365634908061975688</id><published>2010-01-13T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:46:14.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S03N-04p_PI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Gp7WQNX5IMA/s1600-h/theheartofmepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S03N-04p_PI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Gp7WQNX5IMA/s400/theheartofmepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426219605283175666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And throughout &lt;em&gt;all Eternity&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;forgive you&lt;/em&gt;, you forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;                                                         - William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am very much feeling this quote right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie The Heart of Me is absolute torture. But it is so romantic! Helena Bonham Carter is amazing. That is where i first saw and loved her, not Fight Club like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking news, that i think is actually old news, is that Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter's little baby's name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIANA ROSE&lt;/span&gt;. When i saw this i actually gasped. I wasn't sure whether i should be happy, or sad. Because in a perfect world where everything went my way, and only i would have a say, i would have a two children. A boy and a girl. And the boy's name would be "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt; Rae" and the girl's name would be "Zacharie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;". Isn't that ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, aren't those names so cute!? One day there is going to be a pair of the most awesome children named Indie and Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-5365634908061975688?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5365634908061975688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5365634908061975688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5365634908061975688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-minds.html' title='great minds'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S03N-04p_PI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Gp7WQNX5IMA/s72-c/theheartofmepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-8608927374575620693</id><published>2010-01-05T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:55:45.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NRXlT6fLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7sydsfB1aAA/s1600-h/love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NRXlT6fLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7sydsfB1aAA/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423267841878686898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this blog while fiddling around on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tristajeanette/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; because I started an account! Its silly so far. I will post a picture from it at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture and thought it was cute:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NHbQnPn1I/AAAAAAAAASw/xZF0J1Oljlc/s1600-h/3849177046_46b4a5e14b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NHbQnPn1I/AAAAAAAAASw/xZF0J1Oljlc/s400/3849177046_46b4a5e14b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423256909925818194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw...and the rest of her pictures were amazing! &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laura-gommans/"&gt;see&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after looking at her pictures I explored her blog. Her boyfriends name is also Daniel! And she/they are so ridiculously in love, like my daniel and I, so she says all of these wonderful things about her Daniel that just makes me think of MY Daniel! That alone made me addicted. Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We have such a great time together. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;makes me happy, he makes me feel completely comfortable with myself, he does the dishes and carries my groceries. He is my best friend and my boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Thank you Daniel, for being you, for being awesome. I love you more than I could ever have imagined and you've turned me from a diehard party-girl into a soppy domestic fuzzball and I love every second of it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The fear that some day for some reason, I will not be with you anymore and I will lose this feeling of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;completion and perfection. The kind of love you read about in books and always wish you had. The kind of love you can't imagine ever having with anyone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NP9d_UkSI/AAAAAAAAATg/oH8f-lrBBkg/s1600-h/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+133.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NP9d_UkSI/AAAAAAAAATg/oH8f-lrBBkg/s400/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423266293725040930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NP91Gs4tI/AAAAAAAAATo/kMAeinQW3YE/s1600-h/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+135.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NP91Gs4tI/AAAAAAAAATo/kMAeinQW3YE/s400/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423266299930010322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy's eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was rather funny. I never really talk about Daniel whilst blogging, probably because I never really blog at all. But now that I am and after looking at that blog, I am sort of sad about it. And also i was looking through pictures and I do not take enough of Daniel or Daniel and I. I think we are both pretty camera shy except that sometimes I take silly pictures of myself wearing big headbands or make up, and sometimes he models for his sister, who i s a genius photographer. One of my New Year's resolutions  is to take more pictures of Daniel and I at our best so that some day Ican show...someone in the future...how adorable we were when we were babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-8608927374575620693?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8608927374575620693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8608927374575620693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8608927374575620693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/S0NRXlT6fLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7sydsfB1aAA/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-9127303628679984579</id><published>2009-12-31T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:41:23.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i had a dream our song was playing in heaven&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-9127303628679984579?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/9127303628679984579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-i-had-dream-our-song-was-playing-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/9127303628679984579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/9127303628679984579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-i-had-dream-our-song-was-playing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-7442864529126660552</id><published>2009-12-17T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:56:27.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i realize...</title><content type='html'>I realize it has been a while. Mostly because of how busy I have been. But lately I have been a bit down as well. So here are a few things that make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jw31Yd58btc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jw31Yd58btc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SyoOGnJQ8DI/AAAAAAAAASk/9RXu0ahZ3xU/s1600-h/daniel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SyoOGnJQ8DI/AAAAAAAAASk/9RXu0ahZ3xU/s400/daniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416157008616288306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-7442864529126660552?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7442864529126660552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7442864529126660552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7442864529126660552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-realize.html' title='i realize...'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SyoOGnJQ8DI/AAAAAAAAASk/9RXu0ahZ3xU/s72-c/daniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-5179063361592871389</id><published>2009-07-29T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:57:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit, Shift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ltvjOj9m-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ltvjOj9m-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Grizzly Bear was good but this really blew me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-5179063361592871389?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5179063361592871389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5179063361592871389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5179063361592871389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html' title='Holy shit, Shift.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-7575864305277832272</id><published>2009-07-29T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:30:32.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SnAklLhx8vI/AAAAAAAAASc/jNkLzpDsUSg/s1600-h/2009_500_days_of_summer_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SnAklLhx8vI/AAAAAAAAASc/jNkLzpDsUSg/s320/2009_500_days_of_summer_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363827377366495986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;500 Days of Summer is my new favorite movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-7575864305277832272?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7575864305277832272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7575864305277832272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7575864305277832272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love.html' title='i love'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SnAklLhx8vI/AAAAAAAAASc/jNkLzpDsUSg/s72-c/2009_500_days_of_summer_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-3509402937324317855</id><published>2009-07-27T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:00:33.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Crap Penelope Cruz is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2Nds4Fj5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2vUofKQg93I/s1600-h/penny+kitty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 471px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2Nds4Fj5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2vUofKQg93I/s320/penny+kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363098272670257042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2Nd-ZBDQI/AAAAAAAAASE/xdM2tpkjibE/s1600-h/penmon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 471px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2Nd-ZBDQI/AAAAAAAAASE/xdM2tpkjibE/s320/penmon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363098277371776258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I found a pretty cool artist through the &lt;a href="http://beta.planetillogica.com/"&gt;Planet Illogica&lt;/a&gt; Comic Con launch party. Planet Illogica is a website for artists that I do not really understand. I joined it pretty much because &lt;a href="http://www.murphydesign.com/"&gt;Mark Murphy&lt;/a&gt; told me to on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying though, the artist is Nathan Ota. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MLh_qYLI/AAAAAAAAARk/Im53qmmoOoc/s1600-h/Not-Open-Till-Spring.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 460px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MLh_qYLI/AAAAAAAAARk/Im53qmmoOoc/s320/Not-Open-Till-Spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363096860999966898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2ML3teOoI/AAAAAAAAARs/U9A8EwsQR4Y/s1600-h/Going-Home.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2ML3teOoI/AAAAAAAAARs/U9A8EwsQR4Y/s320/Going-Home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363096866829253250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MMD2wakI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bCdWRjUnuBU/s1600-h/wow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 479px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MMD2wakI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bCdWRjUnuBU/s320/wow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363096870089419330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his work, though very good, make me uncomfortable. They make me uncomfortable because they remind me a lot of the awesome and reputable Jeff Soto. I mean its not very obvious, but there are so many little things. i don't know. Here are some I found very Jeff Soto:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MLCpC-rI/AAAAAAAAARU/87KhhlMpR-0/s1600-h/sotoish+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 460px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MLCpC-rI/AAAAAAAAARU/87KhhlMpR-0/s320/sotoish+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363096852583611058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MLXE2EkI/AAAAAAAAARc/v3cmLjcoalM/s1600-h/sotoish.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2MLXE2EkI/AAAAAAAAARc/v3cmLjcoalM/s320/sotoish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363096858068914754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess it's not a big deal, really. But it's sort of lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-3509402937324317855?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3509402937324317855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/cruzsexy-ota-like-soto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3509402937324317855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3509402937324317855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/07/cruzsexy-ota-like-soto.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sm2Nds4Fj5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2vUofKQg93I/s72-c/penny+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-1253410750678144850</id><published>2009-05-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:19:52.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ffffound</title><content type='html'>I keep trying to peruse my bookmarked ffffound pages, and some other impostor site keeps coming up. whats up? Is ffffound dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i found this sweet music video for the Animal Collective song "Derek".  Its perfect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ1q1yweX_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ1q1yweX_Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-1253410750678144850?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/1253410750678144850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/05/ffffound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/1253410750678144850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/1253410750678144850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/05/ffffound.html' title='ffffound'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-2515285835171571990</id><published>2009-05-21T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:02:12.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUyLMWut0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/U9L_91JrBus/s1600-h/butterfly2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 537px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUyLMWut0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/U9L_91JrBus/s320/butterfly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338228101194102594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stumbled on an artist who makes porcelain dolls! I wouldn't even know where to begin to make a porcelain doll, it looks like such a long process.  There is something so magical about them, they are so perfect looking. and realistic! They have a million joints and i am pretty sure she uses human hair. Here are a few of my favorites:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxqAYFtpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-RuUOXJXofg/s1600-h/mermaid1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 467px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxqAYFtpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-RuUOXJXofg/s320/mermaid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338227531042895506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxpidKhYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RmTSjCVOh-Q/s1600-h/sapphire7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 465px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxpidKhYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RmTSjCVOh-Q/s320/sapphire7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338227523011118466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxpj6rWiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b6D0VoJeoDw/s1600-h/kia2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 465px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxpj6rWiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b6D0VoJeoDw/s320/kia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338227523403340322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxpSGYzaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ypMl3OG66ZY/s1600-h/banshe1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 467px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUxpSGYzaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ypMl3OG66ZY/s320/banshe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338227518620618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of them are for sale, I cannot really imagine having one of these in my house.  But I want one. The one that looks like snow white with the red apple gives me shivers.&lt;br /&gt;Check her out: &lt;a href="http://www.enchanteddoll.com/"&gt;Marina Bychkova&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-2515285835171571990?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/2515285835171571990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexy-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/2515285835171571990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/2515285835171571990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexy-doll.html' title='sexy doll'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ShUyLMWut0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/U9L_91JrBus/s72-c/butterfly2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-6350263964933828916</id><published>2009-04-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:45:44.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="238"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3814849&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3814849&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="238"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3814849"&gt;Sigur Ros - Við spilum endalaust - A Take Away Show&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque"&gt;La Blogotheque&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-6350263964933828916?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/6350263964933828916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6350263964933828916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/6350263964933828916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love.html' title='i love'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-3167504963005638894</id><published>2009-04-22T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:05:35.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a magician I'm a rabbit</title><content type='html'>First of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that I had not seen that before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Se7ec1YzOiI/AAAAAAAAALo/CJ8neMC_55A/s1600-h/e9eYyjH3olppuett3vVV4PrHo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Se7ec1YzOiI/AAAAAAAAALo/CJ8neMC_55A/s320/e9eYyjH3olppuett3vVV4PrHo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327439996174678562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In naughtier kitten news, the sexy porn star Sasha Grey sat for James Jean, and he pretty much kicked the shit out of THAT situation. &lt;a href="http://www.processrecess.com/index.php?uid=B1D795"&gt;Check&lt;/a&gt; it &lt;a href="http://www.processrecess.com/?uid=DD76DD"&gt;out&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite is the one above this little paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I know exactly how I want to spend my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Se7gA3i-gKI/AAAAAAAAALw/QgUkFb99MQs/s1600-h/roadside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Se7gA3i-gKI/AAAAAAAAALw/QgUkFb99MQs/s320/roadside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327441714741149858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Se7gBHMIWTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pJewKkLjCTU/s1600-h/morning+interior.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Se7gBHMIWTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pJewKkLjCTU/s320/morning+interior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327441718940293426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com/"&gt;I want to be a nomadic artist with a sick ass trailer!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a couple of submissions to my list of best music videos. They are both pretty much old news to me so I thought twice about adding them, oldies but goodies you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;This one was such a hit in my life two summers ago, and it was a hit in everyone else's one summer ago when Apple snatched it up and used it in commercials. I really don't know much about it and started to research it got bored and gave up. I just know that I love it because it is fun and colorful and pretty much what i want to do for the rest of my life. All of Feist's music video's are amazing and I was thinking of choosing another one just to be different, but that would be a filthy lie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9D0aTSkslWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9D0aTSkslWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;This one is definitely old and has been one of my favorites ever since I used to pop in my moms VHS copy of Madonna's Immaculate Collection: The Music Videos and cry. I used to be kind of ashamed of my love for it until very recently when i found out it was David Fincher. Now i can say to all of his fans "I was there at the beginning you posers!!". Enough said, it was my very first favorite music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Txfr2p_Xj50&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Txfr2p_Xj50&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-3167504963005638894?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3167504963005638894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-magician-im-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3167504963005638894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3167504963005638894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-magician-im-rabbit.html' title='I&apos;m a magician I&apos;m a rabbit'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Se7ec1YzOiI/AAAAAAAAALo/CJ8neMC_55A/s72-c/e9eYyjH3olppuett3vVV4PrHo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-3172886541384831919</id><published>2009-04-05T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:09:35.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sdps3T5XNGI/AAAAAAAAALg/ij0nLEWgpuU/s1600-h/sam+weber.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 522px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sdps3T5XNGI/AAAAAAAAALg/ij0nLEWgpuU/s320/sam+weber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321685607181136994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I came across the image above on (&lt;a href="http://www.audrey-kawasaki.com/"&gt;Audrey Kawasaki's&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://ffffound.com/home/audkawa/found/"&gt;Found&lt;/a&gt; and was like "omg". It is &lt;a href="http://sampaints.com/"&gt;Sam Weber&lt;/a&gt;, an artist I keep running into over and over again, thinking his work is amazing, and then completely forgetting who he is.  He is a pretty sweet illustrator. While browsing his website I came across a science fiction short story he illustrated. I actually really really liked it. Robots and Love? &lt;a href="http://www.tor.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=story&amp;amp;id=13221"&gt;YEAH&lt;/a&gt;! &amp;lt;----dont forget to stare at Sam Weber's illustration at the top of the page. I didnt really browse that sight, but it seems like a science fiction short story thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know its not summer, but i have been spending a lot of time thinking about how fabulous this summer is going to be. It's something I tell myself at the beginning of every spring, premature excitement I guess. I already have a long list, some items of which i know are a little far fetched. Like being able to afford picking up surfing as a hobby or visiting L.A. , Portland AND Seattle. (Portland and maybe Seattle are going to happen.)  My summer list is always elaborate and is more of like a "Things I Would Like To Do During Any Given Summer of My Lifetime". Last year I only completed TWO of the FOURTEEN items on my list. Anyway, if you are interested here is my list for this year ----&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://listography.com/action/list?uid=6363701081&amp;amp;lid=7066625708"&gt;SUMMER!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister made me watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/justinsmokes6"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube  who dances around to songs. His dancing isn't like amazing or anything, its silly and awkward in a kind of satisfying way, he has pretty fantastic taste in music though. From The Beatles to Wolf Parade...from The Kinks to Animal Collective. Damn. And he likes cats! Watch him dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dS45FFzJmgs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dS45FFzJmgs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a blog too. It looks like he sells T shirts...but I dont really get it  ---&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://monasticsandwiches.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-08-02T18%3A36%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt;t shirt blog...?&lt;/a&gt; I dont know, if I am going to post a video of someone not famous dancing then I feel I should promote them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to go take a drug test for a job... I hope I get a good grade. I didnt really study :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-3172886541384831919?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/3172886541384831919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/avril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3172886541384831919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/3172886541384831919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/04/avril.html' title='Avril'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sdps3T5XNGI/AAAAAAAAALg/ij0nLEWgpuU/s72-c/sam+weber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-4939673776040581010</id><published>2009-03-18T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:10:15.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUPCAKES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQ35p6nZI/AAAAAAAAALY/-Y4A7GlRknE/s1600-h/IMG_3487.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQ35p6nZI/AAAAAAAAALY/-Y4A7GlRknE/s320/IMG_3487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314758694061907346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have wanted cupcakes forever but no one loves me enough to give them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQq69KKyI/AAAAAAAAALI/YLkMKz9wOZU/s1600-h/DCO3YMQHWkmjt0lg1fRMPebZo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQq69KKyI/AAAAAAAAALI/YLkMKz9wOZU/s320/DCO3YMQHWkmjt0lg1fRMPebZo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314758471072754466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQrVfpvhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VH61bzrudq4/s1600-h/l_4c23a217ef674652b419e30f3316ff7c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQrVfpvhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VH61bzrudq4/s320/l_4c23a217ef674652b419e30f3316ff7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314758478196751890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been more inspired by anything, ever. Next Halloween, its going to be all about the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQqnHU2PI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZAJKe73BOxc/s1600-h/3348539665_6acf0b0870.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQqnHU2PI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZAJKe73BOxc/s320/3348539665_6acf0b0870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314758465746688242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQqXubYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DOw84z4nPvI/s1600-h/2214329359_5c3498bed7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQqXubYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DOw84z4nPvI/s320/2214329359_5c3498bed7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314758461615727298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQp31U5WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0V8rWH1wAGE/s1600-h/2834f-ae634f19d397564f7898389f106450cb.49c1c8c9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQp31U5WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0V8rWH1wAGE/s320/2834f-ae634f19d397564f7898389f106450cb.49c1c8c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314758453054727522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-4939673776040581010?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/4939673776040581010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/4939673776040581010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/4939673776040581010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/cupcakes.html' title='CUPCAKES!!!!'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/ScHQ35p6nZI/AAAAAAAAALY/-Y4A7GlRknE/s72-c/IMG_3487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-55712694086182297</id><published>2009-03-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:13:04.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day!</title><content type='html'>Just a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a genius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb4OHSHRC0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/guo7Lh4SOJE/s1600-h/dante+004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb4OHSHRC0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/guo7Lh4SOJE/s320/dante+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313700128627952450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a couple of hours helping my brother make a leprechaun trap. See the trap door in front of the gold? Stupid leprechauns. It is going to leave all of the other 4th graders in tears. He needed my help for I know all of the leprechaun catching tricks. It's just instinct for us that are an 1/8 Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(cue the music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music Video Number 4 On My List of Favorite Music Videos&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never heard of this artist until today, but he co directed this video along with two other directors who have experience in this kind of animation. It is mesmerizing, beautiful, playful and inspires me to get off my ass and do something awesome. Like lying in bed all day taking pictures of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with all of the good stop motion lately? It really inspired my 8 yr old little brother. He wants to make stop motion movies now. I think that is a very healthy obsession. I took about 40 pictures of him crouching and becoming sad.  We'll see what happens. The set for MY stop motion movie has been sitting in my garage since December. I need to start making puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-55712694086182297?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/55712694086182297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/55712694086182297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/55712694086182297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-happy-day.html' title='oh happy day!'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb4OHSHRC0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/guo7Lh4SOJE/s72-c/dante+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-7377762392552629784</id><published>2009-03-15T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:21:45.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnolia'/><title type='text'>Awareness.</title><content type='html'>I feel like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ_phQnNE80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ_phQnNE80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Bandana is NEARLY finished and my skeleton is nearly started!! See:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb0C-pEISsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v3Dw7isQOGM/s1600-h/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+181.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb0C-pEISsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v3Dw7isQOGM/s320/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313406410565372610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feel aware? Isn't it awesome how her arm and hand are WAY too tiny for her giant head?I am using symbolism. Because her head is, uh, large with all of the secrets she is keeping. And those secrets make her feel small.  It makes perfect sense, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb0D4ikoZNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X18wJVWsSrY/s1600-h/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+178.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb0D4ikoZNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X18wJVWsSrY/s320/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313407405255058642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When in doubt I go with pink. This is my first ever painting of, like, a thing. Something that I'm supposed to do, realistically. And its horrifying. It's something that i desperately want to be good at, but am not really doing well...ugh.  Anyway, getting work done for school (which i have been neglecting since all of my disasters) is something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone has noticed, I have been very depressed lately. I made, probably, the saddest mix. Every song reminds me of these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;2) THE PHRASE "YOU ARE FUCKING WORTHLESS".&lt;br /&gt;3) INVISIBILITY.&lt;br /&gt;4) LYING FACE DOWN ON THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;5) BAD TRIPS.&lt;br /&gt;6) AWKWARDNESS.&lt;br /&gt;7) DESPERATELY WANTING SOMETHING, BUT KNOWING YOU CAN'T HAVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;8) FEELING STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;9) GIVING UP.&lt;br /&gt;10) FEELING LIKE A STRANGER TO EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that horrible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i could post a little mixtape of the songs from &lt;a href="http://blog.mixwit.com/"&gt;miwxit.com&lt;/a&gt;. But like everything in my world right now, it DIED. So I will post the track list so that, if you want, you could look some up and feel Super sad. Super suicidal. Super down. I'm being nice and giving you a soundtrack to drink 12 beers to and pass out clutching an old stuffed animal and your tear-stained journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_AkdjGrLYQ"&gt;Lost Cause by Beck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmhRm_92L_8"&gt;Mother by John Lennon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg0zRzoH9MY"&gt;Lies by Glen Hansard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKDYi153cjM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Grey Room by Damien Rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGPzyGIaw0E"&gt;Passing Afternoon by Iron and Wine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgYQ90prZ4M"&gt;Lets Dance by M. Ward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l13ni2VDOoo"&gt;How to Disappear Completely by Radiohead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9UAhKk8Aj0"&gt;Touched Something Hollow by Of Montreal&lt;/a&gt;  (IS it going to be like this forever?)&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQUJoegbC0k"&gt;Us Ones in Between by Sunset Rubdown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fk76rsV71S0"&gt;Do you Realize??? by The Flaming Lips &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say just close your eyes and pick just one. But be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=993998&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=993998&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/993998"&gt;MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/blu"&gt;blu&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be happier. This mix will be erased at some point and I will go back to loving life. I cant say that I am completely unhappy. I have some things to live for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb0aCqbD4SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hYj127ZgLdE/s1600-h/n1110974335_30318333_2388.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb0aCqbD4SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hYj127ZgLdE/s320/n1110974335_30318333_2388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431768416903458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S.&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt; i am so hungry. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-7377762392552629784?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/7377762392552629784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7377762392552629784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/7377762392552629784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/awareness.html' title='Awareness.'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sb0C-pEISsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v3Dw7isQOGM/s72-c/andrew+bird+%2B+crazy+times+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-8729697364772807430</id><published>2009-03-12T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:26:45.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaand more hard times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SbkNl2gsA9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/uF9zol9DODk/s1600-h/cafc60a3a23a7efc3624aae05991933e927f9f1f_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SbkNl2gsA9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/uF9zol9DODk/s320/cafc60a3a23a7efc3624aae05991933e927f9f1f_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312292179399148498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am feeling pretty down and wrestlin around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are actually not that bad. They could be worse, everything could be worse. This is going to be one of those personal posts again.&lt;br /&gt;I am STILL looking for a job. I really really hope that my last attempts will be successful. I am also moving out of my house much sooner than I anticipated, which means making decisions much sooner than anticipated, trying to sort things out. I may have to buy a new car, which sounds absolutely awful(everything that involves a large amount of money sounds awful when you don't have a job). I also recently got a whole lot of much needed art and school supplies, among many other very cherished possessions, stolen from me. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on an interesting project called.: &lt;a href="http://www.splcenter.org/news/item.jsp?aid=303"&gt;The Bandana Project&lt;/a&gt;. And it sucks. I hate bandanas. And I am not the biggest fan of political art. I guess it is important to make people "aware" of the problem with sexual harassment on the job for California field workers... but why can't I just tell people, straight up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a still life that will hopefully look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sbj_TE2HQuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rpihjn89vlw/s1600-h/0223090920.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/Sbj_TE2HQuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rpihjn89vlw/s320/0223090920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312276463666807522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things:&lt;br /&gt;1) The third in my list of favorite videos. It's new, very new, but I also love it with my life. It stars two of my favorite people, and directed once again by, the talented, the genius, Michel Gondry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cGoDns8wTA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cGoDns8wTA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have been thinking about the movie "Adaptation" and have decided that it could very well be in my top five favorite movies which is a pretty big deal for me. It means that Charlie Kaufman has two whole spots on it! Thas' crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SbkRy1m3JFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AOoMkwoTQls/s1600-h/streep+adaptation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SbkRy1m3JFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AOoMkwoTQls/s320/streep+adaptation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296800541418578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SbkRyd0nmiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VXIuBJqe4ug/s1600-h/adaptation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SbkRyd0nmiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VXIuBJqe4ug/s320/adaptation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296794156669474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) so excited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Bandana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-8729697364772807430?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/8729697364772807430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/aaaand-more-hard-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8729697364772807430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/8729697364772807430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/03/aaaand-more-hard-times.html' title='aaaand more hard times...'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SbkNl2gsA9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/uF9zol9DODk/s72-c/cafc60a3a23a7efc3624aae05991933e927f9f1f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488722152464880206.post-5865344366724118582</id><published>2009-02-12T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:32:12.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Times</title><content type='html'>I am currently composing a self portrait!!! It is probably the worst thing I have ever had to do. Well, I am pretty much covering up most of my face with tentacles and rainbows, so thats fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate working on it for five minutes, I was looking around for other artist's self portraits for inspiration. Once I got past all of the Frida K and V Van Gogh, I found nothing. Tons of shit, actually. Turns out, none of the painters I like these days do self portraits... it IS pretty douchey, I mean, you are painting (or drawing, sculpting, etching) yourSELF. What does that say? It can say that you think you are awesome, or that you think that you are horrible. But how many times can you say that though a painting?? I mean, did anyone ever stop Frida and say "OKAY FRIDA. We fucking get it." I guess that would have been rude to Frida, i couldn't have said it, i love that woman. And those self-portraits were fucking bad ass. Like an art teacher recently said to me "paint what you feel until it's out of your system". Those were smart words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was recently a Grammy art show put together by Will I. Am of the Black Eyes Peas called "World on Fire" that kicked ass. It was a portrait deal. Some are mind blowing. Here are my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP48sxr9QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LcUTn-WhLEY/s1600-h/david-stoupakis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP48sxr9QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LcUTn-WhLEY/s320/david-stoupakis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301854908040606978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will I. Am by David Stoupakis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP489zClTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IMNki4VZPSg/s1600-h/beck.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP489zClTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IMNki4VZPSg/s320/beck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301854912609686834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love this one: Beck by Kris Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP48rIfG2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BQFI7Xh5pDY/s1600-h/snoop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP48rIfG2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BQFI7Xh5pDY/s320/snoop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301854907599362914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snoop by Jeremy Lipking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP48vmPpNI/AAAAAAAAAII/dl0_MwcqkAw/s1600-h/heidi-taillefer+chris+martin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP48vmPpNI/AAAAAAAAAII/dl0_MwcqkAw/s320/heidi-taillefer+chris+martin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301854908797920466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris Martin by Heidi Taillefers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would have loved to have seen this show, there is so much more from where that came from. An artist did a portrait of Jay Z made entirely of broken records. Shit, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well better get back to the drawing board!! i wish i had a board to draw on...i have to draw on top of a stool while sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when i'm done i will even post a picture! for my readers (ahem, Daniel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to type "self portraits" into google. You are going to see a lot of student self portraits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more about that art show, check out a wonderful artists take on it at &lt;a href="http://www.hifructose.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=282"&gt;Hi Fructose&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, and while you are at it check out that great artist in question: &lt;a href="http://www.nathanspoor.com/"&gt;Nathan Spoor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488722152464880206-5865344366724118582?l=tristasauce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/feeds/5865344366724118582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/02/hard-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5865344366724118582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488722152464880206/posts/default/5865344366724118582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristasauce.blogspot.com/2009/02/hard-times.html' title='Hard Times'/><author><name>trista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217565712897922644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SLPbbA2pZAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q-LDGZ1qf8I/S220/me+%2B+cow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8T0RJUB78Y/SZP48sxr9QI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LcUTn-WhLEY/s72-c/david-stoupakis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
