A Thankful Bookshelf

This year was Ally and I's first time to ever host a big holiday event, the great Turkey Bash of 2011, and with all the joy and goodness of having family and good food in your home, an unknown nuisance appeared, CLEANING. We are by no means dirty people, but the cleanliness, tidiness, and expectations that come with hosting were slightly foreign to us. Our biggest problem: old school books piled high against the guest bedroom wall. Our solution: You guessed it baby, Bookshelf Time!

We thought it would be more fun to build one ourselves, so with the help of our friends (they aren't aware that we call them this) at www.instructables.com we found a bookshelf design that required an minimal amount of tools, which is exactly what we needed since we don't own a home or garage. After a longer than usual stop at the home depot we were ready to rock.

The overnight stain job

Ranger suprevising

And Voila!! The completed project!

Stanley Donwood

My Hippie Parents would be so proud of me right now.

My Own Image

I've been thinking a lot about image lately. I feel that it has become a much more important term over my lifetime than it was years and years ago. Everything now has an image now, from corporations to individuals, and I find the world at large, myself included, spends an incredible amount of energy controlling the image's perception. Today Question 300 passed in Fort Collins banning the sale of medical marijuana via medical marijuana dispensaries. I don't have a particular vested interest in this vote (pardon me as I wipe the cheetos from my fingers), however everything I read from the people that proposed this law talked about the city's image and how the sale of marijuana tarnished its image, which is fine and fair..... I do this very thing when I am getting dressed in the morning, or when I decide what app's to download, or when I intentionally avoid facebook, because I am stubborn and want to be in complete control of how I am percieved, Julian Metz must be brand controlled. But what if.... just for a day...... I could let all of that go and just focus on who I am..... Who I was made to be.... what if I stopped just long enough to see what's really going on with me, and not what I want to be going on with me? Then maybe I could finally work on what really needs to be worked on, far far below the surface.