tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10410060615797896862012-01-03T13:01:52.366-08:00Documentation of my adventures in art and learning new forms of media, as well as some random thoughts from my soapbox.All Mixed-Up Mediahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863986354328361941noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041006061579789686.post-8823531571696339592008-11-17T08:26:00.001-08:002008-11-17T08:28:31.557-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SSGbYQmGJfI/AAAAAAAAACs/xjWg_vx7VG0/s1600-h/Mgoose11-10-08.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SSGbYQmGJfI/AAAAAAAAACs/xjWg_vx7VG0/s400/Mgoose11-10-08.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269663880074110450" border="0" /></a>I think this is really funny, but then again, I'm a dork.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041006061579789686-882353157169633959?l=allmixedupmedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>All Mixed-Up Mediahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863986354328361941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041006061579789686.post-55262883163124924312008-11-11T06:51:00.000-08:002008-11-11T07:12:53.550-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SRme206d-ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/aVhVeB4hxEU/s1600-h/707304l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SRme206d-ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/aVhVeB4hxEU/s320/707304l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267415903940508050" border="0" /></a>When I was a little kid, my mom used to buy us the most wonderful St. Nicholas cookies. My sisters and I each got one in our shoe every year. There was a paper St. Nick scrap stuck to the top by the icing, and then they were shrink wrapped. They were so good. When I met my husband (the lovely raulgonemobile), his grandma had actually bought him the same ones! It was a really fun coincidence. The only place I knew of to get them was at a small bakery near our house that has been out of business for many years. Incidentally, they had the best gingerbread cookies in the whole world. They were cut into shapes and decorated with funny faces. I feel like I can still smell them.<br /><br />So I went online trying to find the St. Nick cookies - I don't think they were exclusive to the little bakery because my husband's grandma probably wouldn't have known about it. But she's very wise, so maybe she did... Needless to say, I couldn't find them. But I did find the St. Nick scraps at the German Corner Store. They're really beautiful. If I can find a recipe, I can make them - but most of the recipes for St. Nicholas Day cookies are very similar to gingerbread, and these were definitely not gingerbread. They were more of a butter cookie with icing.<br /><br />Maybe I can make some sort of butter cookie, or cut-out cookie. I don't think I need a cookie cutter, because I can cut around a scrap with a knife... I'll have to think on this one. Authentic would be so much better.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041006061579789686-5526288316312492431?l=allmixedupmedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>All Mixed-Up Mediahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863986354328361941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041006061579789686.post-61352861950879230272008-11-05T07:19:00.000-08:002008-11-05T07:49:47.929-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SRHALwEi5JI/AAAAAAAAABc/2N5-YS4abPE/s1600-h/ArtArtjpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SRHALwEi5JI/AAAAAAAAABc/2N5-YS4abPE/s400/ArtArtjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265200747487880338" border="0" /></a><br />If I had a million dollars, well, I'd buy you a green dress - but not a real green dress, that's cruel. And if I had a million dollars, well, I'd buy you some art - a Picasso or a Garfunkel. If I had a million dollars, well, I'd buy you a monkey - haven't you always wanted a monkey? Happy birthday Art - November 5!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041006061579789686-6135286195087923027?l=allmixedupmedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>All Mixed-Up Mediahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863986354328361941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1041006061579789686.post-23469053114145596912008-10-26T12:52:00.000-07:002008-10-26T12:56:32.473-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SQTLCw0w_1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHQ_VgGEh8s/s1600-h/n1481364116_69453_8533.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ik1LF0Wgx58/SQTLCw0w_1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/bHQ_VgGEh8s/s400/n1481364116_69453_8533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261553513001975634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is my first attempt at blogging. All I have to talk about is miscellaneous small art projects for now, but they may be somewhat interesting. Right now I'm helping a friend with a cinema installation art project - It deals with the ideal body and the concept of Barbie being fake. I downloaded MacOSaiX and created a photo mosaic of a plus-sized model. You have to look closely to see all the small photos that make up this larger one. Background photo from Jean-Paul Gaultier's 30th anniversary show at Fashion week in Paris.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1041006061579789686-2346905311414559691?l=allmixedupmedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>All Mixed-Up Mediahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863986354328361941noreply@blogger.com0