This is what happens when I can't sleep.

This is my "Mosaic of Me," which I happily stumbled upon at the SCOOP. Want one do ya?

Answer the following 12 questions about yourself
(my answers are in parentheses after each question):

1. What is your first name? (erin)

2. What is your favorite food? (pasta)

3. What high school did you attend? (hanna)

4. What is your favorite color? (leaf green)

5. Who is your celebrity crush? (cary ann hearst)

6. Favorite drink? (coffee)

7. Dream vacation? (new zealand)

8. Favorite dessert? (chocolate)

9. What do you want to be when you grow up? (happy)

10. What do you love most in life? (laughter)

11. One word to describe you? (learning)

12. Your Flickr name? (each good rain)

Type your answer to each of the above questions into Flickr's search. Using only the images that appear on the first page, choose your favorite and copy and paste each of the URL’s into the Mosaic Maker.

This is going to seem like a great use of time when my alarm wakes me up a few hours from now...but so pretty, right?

photo creds:

1. THE OLD BOG ROAD (NO 3) (Mar 21, 2008 #424 EXPLORE) KILKENNY, IRELAND., 2. Shell pick 'n' mix, lightly arranged, 3. Hanna, 4. Against the Colors, 5. Day 123: Cary, 6. coffee & the city, 7. One of each, 8. there's nothing better than summer, 9. Perspective Matters (1483 unique and cool people count this photo as a favorite), 10. Laughter In The Rain, 11. Moon / Luna, 12. There are different wells within us. Some fill with each good rain, others are far, far too deep for that.

"A loose interpretation of work"*

After a little too much recent web browsing, I stumbled upon this funny nugget. My personal favorite is the entire text of George Orwell's "Animal Farm" disguised as an ad agency's power point. Geeeenius.

(Now, obbbviously, I would never dream of doing this at work. But it is certainly original and if you find yourself in a mind-numbingly boring job with a computer monitor that faces office traffic, it may be just the stimulation your intellect needs to survive until 5:00.)

Also, the lovely Skirt! Morning Muse directed me to the 'advice to sink in slowly' site. I love all these quirky posters created by recent graduates with words of wisdom for first year students. If you're the gift buying sort, I need nothing more than the postcard pack wrapped in a big blue bow. And it's only 6 quid!



What will you be doing with all your extra light on this solstice day?

*Andy Warhol

Magicians and motorcyles.

On my way home from work yesterday afternoon, I found myself behind a man riding a motorcycle. He was wearing a fancy suit with a bright green shirt and (are you ready?) a top hat. A tall top hat. My amusement was immediately followed by concern because top hats, while dashing, do not usually function as helmets also. But I concluded that since he was obviously a skilled magician, on his way to pick up his magic scarf/doves, or his rabbit to later be pulled out of the fancy hat, he probably didn't need the protection anyway.

I tried to take a picture as I passed.



















Obviously, my taking-pictures-while-driving skills need vast improvement.

The Thaw.

Stepping outside into the afternoon sun, I literally feel the earth spinning toward spring.

The heavy winds prove that Mother Earth is as anxious as I am for an end to this dark, dreary season. She’s not losing any time hurtling us back into long days and balmy evenings, flirty skirts and exposed toes, impromptu picnics and freckled skin. My soul could use a heavy dose of sunshine and riding with the windows down.

A part of me worries that I will be never be able to adjust to the colder, wetter climate of my future dream city. But mostly I’m just ready to live in a place I’m not constantly trying to escape, which hasn’t happened since I drove west, away from my low city on the sparkling water.

In other news, I love February. The compactness of it all. Festivals and carnivals; bright purples and greens and pinks and reds which replace the gloomy bareness of January; long weekends with good friends and hot chili; oyster roasts and cold beer and cheering for big games. All of this crammed into the shortest, sweetest month, which this year has been granted a generous 29 days to allow time to complete our annual leap around the sun.

*scampers off to enjoy her well-earned weekend*

Back to writing.

I'm uncomfortable and excited.
I am writing again.

There's no way that isn't awkward to begin a new blog. Even that sentence was awkward. So I'm diving in. Again.