When you were a kid, did you ever shade a piece of paper in every color of crayon you had, then cover it in a layer of black so you could carve in cool designs that would appear in a multitude of colors? That's how I feel now, the top layer peeling away and colors showing through in the shape of a still-to-be-defined me.
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New year, new blog. Same goal: draw more. p.s. This was drawn on an iPad. It was more difficult than I thought it would be.
Other resolutions for 2012:
eat better
have less stuff - project #less365
learn more - master jQuery and Cantonese
dress better - starting with Fridays, wear something other than tshirts and jeans
travel more - go to at least 5 places, with at least 3 of them being first-time visits
(via staceyinsketches)
hiatus (ish)
I’ve been keeping an online diary in one form or another since 1998. I’ve had the domain chasethestars.com since 2002. The archive in its current iteration here goes back to 2009.
Sometimes I’m not sure why I do this, sometimes it feels like a chore. Maybe it’s OCD that I want to document every event of my life, but do I really need to keep it all in one place? Most Tumblrs I’ve seen are specific - either in subject or medium or both.
I’ve been thinking about making a new one, of just stacey in sketches-type posts, and keeping photos to Facebook only. Take away the personal details, have it more generic and relatable like my writing back in the old LiveJournal days.
And then other times, I do want to have everything in one place for completeness. I don’t know. What do you think?
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Mayday Parade with We Are the In Crowd, You Me At Six, There For Tomorrow, and THE MAKE
November 2nd, The Regency Ballroom
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I was a Moogle for Halloween this year; kupo! It was like when I was Faith from Mirror’s Edge a couple of years ago—those who got it really appreciated it and those who didn’t were left slightly confused.
We had an event for the kids at work before our usual happy hour. It was dark out by the time I was leaving, and I was standing in front of the shuttle talking to a friend of mine when a security guard came out and started telling me that I couldn’t be out there before he realized I wasn’t a kid. To be fair, his initial view of me was of my back…
