Gateau au yaourt
Legendary women writing contest
Bobbin lace pattern
A board game that my childhood best friend would have loved (thanks toysabetwordsmith for introducing me through her links)
My favorite song from “The Secret of Roan Inish”
Kickstarter for a super cool looking chemistry game called “Ion”
I’m in a getting things done sort of mood today. I feel at loose ends but in a way that makes me want to connect those ends rather and lay on my floor and do nothing. For instance, this morning I submitted a script to a writing contest just because I felt like it. I’m hoping I can get a lot done while this feeling lasts because that would be great. I also bought a new plant today which always makes me feel good.
Stand Still Stay Silent: Webcomic by Minna Sundburg
Comic page tutorial also by Minna Sundburg
Modern cities drawn like Tolkien’s maps
Open courses in A + P (anatomy and physiology) and biology
100 medieval careers
Not sure if I also linked to my portfolio (which is very slowly being updated with both old and new work) but again won’t hurt
(At some point I will do a post specifically about all the great webcomics that I read. I should probably also do one about books, because books)
I only have three more weeks of classes left! Also I got the job that I applied for, I got in the costume design for the fall (!?!) and I kinda have time to write again. Granted I’m terrified about declaring in the fall and not being able to make intermediate Russian but … I don’t know I feel like my life is going somewhere which is amazing.
The poem of the week is late this week but I’m going to pretend that it was on purpose because today is the first day of poetry month. I chose one of my favorite poems for this week instead of searching for a new one because it’s Hell Week and I’m very busy. I’m so stressed that I’ve crossed back over into happy.
Also I’m at a place in my life where spending an hour testing the aerodynamics of foam potatoes is just another Tuesday.
A PRAYER FOR THE 21ST CENTURY
by John Marsden
May the road be free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen and be understood:
May every aircraft fly safely;
May every traveler be found;
May sailors in crossing the seas,
Not hear the cries of the drowned.
May gardens be wild like jungles,
May nature never be tamed.
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young;
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound;
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.