tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85342873330719245952024-02-06T18:23:24.234-08:00An Almost Daily Journal by Bianca SmithBianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-63458689496645229092013-01-31T06:59:00.001-08:002013-01-31T11:01:08.741-08:00Testing Testing out my new blog press <br />This is a pic from the set of my short film "By The Time You Read This"<br /><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/117677834098047531906/ArtByBiancaSmith?authkey=Gv1sRgCNnFoq2IoZnIuQE#5839628120737627890'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7IBE6HVD2hXySGB_9ZXUjvsQS3G7egzA6Z72GVl1hxvtJw2hhsfPfOFV8aALOtAtH0T152L7nkxb4eqeeiGm15ZFBkxvh41ja2w5eto5IqHKEZUgrHhjORCVvqk3gf5ij2bFohNWzHVU/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-60123756486320924332010-07-10T20:46:00.000-07:002010-07-10T20:55:05.808-07:00Watch a new video Directed & Edited by me!!<div>Song written and performed by Blaise Smith (my little brother)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RW1t58v-4wQ&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RW1t58v-4wQ&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-20297323295462891902010-02-05T16:59:00.001-08:002010-02-05T17:24:38.410-08:00just a post.<div><div>I almost totally forgot about my blogger page. I mean, from time to time it might pass my mind but I never consider posting anymore. I'm not sure why - I'm just sort of "over" the internet. I've felt like the influx of social networking sites have taken the fun of the internet further than it needed to go. It's become an unavoidable chore - like having a heap of dirty dishes in your sink, or a pile of laundry in the closet. I've seen blogger lately in the same light. What's the point anyway. Who even reads this crap?<div><br /></div><div>Procrastination aside, here's what I've been up to since my last post...</div><div><br /></div><div>I did that music video for one of my brother's songs, and I think that's where I left off. I've been making little videos with my new Final Cut software and camera, and am actively looking for more content so if anyone has a project they need production for - I'm totally down to shoot it. That's been my passion, and I'd like to start a production company - but I just need a portfolio, and some work under my belt.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I got a puppy in November. Her name is Lil' Bit. She's the light of my life. I'd kill for this dog.</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YfYdrQmQDQCl3c7a2fzZofW-WkdEUEyoI1YfAXxL_eCuq5CwrPrYcpNkLzlMdoXL3qIAOVA9lOxtpvrPuD2d-SlwV6CYOKE8iTwbLyNLH_sx-BFHurtR1EZkrVqPeBGKEbHCQSUF2-21/s1600-h/IMG_6319.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YfYdrQmQDQCl3c7a2fzZofW-WkdEUEyoI1YfAXxL_eCuq5CwrPrYcpNkLzlMdoXL3qIAOVA9lOxtpvrPuD2d-SlwV6CYOKE8iTwbLyNLH_sx-BFHurtR1EZkrVqPeBGKEbHCQSUF2-21/s200/IMG_6319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434933242542167842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px; " /></a><br /><div>I also moved into a new place in Studio City... Much happier here. The last place I lived, I called "the cave" because it had no windows except the front door, and the ceiling which was someone's flooring sounded like an earthquake when my neighbors walked around. It just plain sucked. Here's my new place... (this photo was taken before I put most of my artwork up on the walls)</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmYi73corRcFKKHFUDoPew2H-bwd-tVpS8A5pCq70jsYCWv-EW4EX6NRPwgFDV0jIVmb0Uk_fgWa1xq8Y8RIMmWv99xnWzbqiimzvNCvTYcpcOoYLOTajOYPGmuYIWj4YURWVYj5TSxSu/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmYi73corRcFKKHFUDoPew2H-bwd-tVpS8A5pCq70jsYCWv-EW4EX6NRPwgFDV0jIVmb0Uk_fgWa1xq8Y8RIMmWv99xnWzbqiimzvNCvTYcpcOoYLOTajOYPGmuYIWj4YURWVYj5TSxSu/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434934692302287138" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nice and sunny</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-42213331528383066832009-12-06T11:19:00.000-08:002010-07-10T20:53:52.964-07:00Starry Lake Music Video<div><div><div><a>Here's a music video I directed and edited....</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a><i>Song performed and written by Blaise Smith (my little brother)</i><br /><br /></a></div><a></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiHhrTLWFuk"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fiHhrTLWFuk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fiHhrTLWFuk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></a></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiHhrTLWFuk"></a></div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiHhrTLWFuk"></a>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-53746369152963670882009-09-22T15:10:00.000-07:002010-02-24T14:07:22.824-08:00Hello blog world. New art.<div> know it's been a while, but here I am... I'd write a lengthy blog about all I've been doing this past summer, but frankly - I just had a cup of coffee and I'm feeling more like I wanna bounce out of the house than sit here and type the day away. So...<br /><br />Wanna see some of my new art work? I've been feeling really creative lately....<br /><br /><br /><br />...By the way.... the photo quality is terrible because I took the photos of these pieces on my phone... but oh well.<br /><br /><br /><br />See the rest at my Art Blog:::<br /><br /><a href="http://artbybiancasmith.blogspot.com/2009/09/order-out-of-chaos-september-09.html">http://artbybiancasmith.blogspot.com/2009/09/order-out-of-chaos-september-09.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Click to make larger... :)</strong></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center; "></div><div style="text-align: center; "></div><div style="text-align: center; "></div><div style="text-align: center; "></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Flower of Life</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTYkbgF0kEbn17Ihfu3KpWnfa2oOqTeYUEw9MwhX2OdWkbGdU61_7bF7gNF-LDCcUy0wxAFhyphenhyphen8Y-SpS4CErJJ_a9P2466jA6mYQV94obzvY71ZYw64BZgE3wKb-l5wmvoFPV8NVelqUsab/s1600-h/IMG_0675.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTYkbgF0kEbn17Ihfu3KpWnfa2oOqTeYUEw9MwhX2OdWkbGdU61_7bF7gNF-LDCcUy0wxAFhyphenhyphen8Y-SpS4CErJJ_a9P2466jA6mYQV94obzvY71ZYw64BZgE3wKb-l5wmvoFPV8NVelqUsab/s320/IMG_0675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441934585458173762" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><p></p><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKJpTwbXu6aaP2mYCC7CaKwDVkBJlfyfCoZYuyoINPUyZoozEDjEMotHrVHbV-7-Rx_4QHV14xML2QzdmPymR4oVL0Q_omCW0jd84PsLtol6yfSPiDd3Ko_Lj-CWh4IYRaE_BCz2Zwk_2/s1600-h/FOL.jpg"></a> </p>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-3512566035458952672009-08-04T01:47:00.000-07:002009-08-04T02:23:50.231-07:00Seriously Amazing<div style="text-align: left;">I'd added this site to my "external links" section, but it really just needs it's own post because you've got to check it out.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's called "The Hyde Tube", and it's a collection of a hundred or so short films, which are mostly animated, and about 1 minute long each.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I could just post some of my favorites here, but there isn't an option to post them individually. :(</div><div><br /></div><div>They're thought provoking, simple, silly, dark, funny - each one is completely unique and just plain awesome. I know I sound like a commercial at this point, but... just go see for your self... you won't be disappointed.</div><div><br /></div><div>www.thehydetube.com</div><div><br /></div><br /><img src="http://latemag.com/images/1018.jpg" />Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-11200677810073571662009-08-01T14:25:00.000-07:002009-08-01T14:27:06.470-07:00I made a "How well do you know me quiz" on Facebook.It took forever!<br /><br />Here's the link...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=16823402&key=KPIU">How well do you know me?</a>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-38942886337931725912009-07-31T23:18:00.000-07:002009-07-31T23:19:37.107-07:00Partly Cloudy<p>Pixar's Partly Cloudy... </p><p align="center"><object width="360" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://vd.reborn.ru/mounting/videostore/newPlayer.swf?filename=1b21259a764bf51da2308cbce76731dc-000061f9"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="salign" value="lt"><br /> <embed src="http://vd.reborn.ru/mounting/videostore/newPlayer.swf?filename=1b21259a764bf51da2308cbce76731dc-000061f9&ext=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" scale="noscale" salign="lt" width="360" height="270"></embed> </object></p>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-18320712488692701012009-07-22T18:56:00.000-07:002009-07-24T00:13:31.480-07:00Leo Sun<div align="center">The sun is moving into my birth sign, Leo tomorrow! Rawwrl... </div><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://www.redorbit.com/modules/reflib/article_images/10_5ab7105d15bcfbf19515ddfb1cbab1c1.jpg" /></p>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-13745528104553886932009-07-18T01:01:00.000-07:002009-07-18T02:00:09.911-07:00i no write so goodI'm frustrated. I'm trying to finish this piece of writing I wrote a while back, maybe 5 months or so ago... But for some reason, I can't get through it.<br /><br />It's about Life Extension and Spiritual Evolution. As far as Life Extension is concerned, I'm not making arguments for or against it but, just exploring the subject from a spiritual stand point.<br /><br />I'm trying to arrange it into a proper essay, but I'm just not computing right now.<br /><br />Here's a wikipedia page for Life Extension:<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_extension">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_extension</a>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-54428434815136524002009-07-16T21:40:00.000-07:002009-07-16T23:30:46.738-07:00sprucin' up my blogI was just sprucin' up my blogspot, here. As you can see, I've made three separate blog rolls, one for the entries I think are interesting... (most of them on Metaphysical Subjects)<br /><br />The second blog roll "About the Day Itself" is for entries like this one.. just updates and rants with no particular point to be made.<br /><br />The third, "Writing Just to Write" are entries that are actually pretty boring, as they were obviously written while I was bored, with nothing really to talk about. Reading them are really a waste of time if you ask me. Sometimes I forget that I should actually be talking <em>about</em> something when I post things - but now those entries actually have a place of their own.<br /><br />Why do I "blog" anyway? There aren't any booby pictures here so, my hits are much lower than say, my myspace page. It's just fun, I suppose. I like writing. And it's not about the hits anyway. It's about ranting, lollygagging, idealizing, and whatever else seems to be going on with me at the time - and again...it's fun.Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-23530846304724516422009-07-11T15:53:00.000-07:002009-07-11T16:02:11.304-07:00New Art Blog Up<p align="center"><em>sheck it out mang...</em></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /><img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 319px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OGOnl3hjOofh5mhybLE9MmAxFHOMe-KFmN8HZjFRXqFkaVRehGrFMyr83l9lE1Cz75Wtr9isNr42_sgsCnzTfuxoIvSgJqGgdHnDpPGMVEXFi8eCbsFVqCaMN2dSOBnjS3dYLvLs_BpE/s400/0101.jpg" width="471" height="311" /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://artbybiancasmith.blogspot.com/">Art by Bianca Smith</a></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">(It's still in the process of being added to - I've got to take pictures of more of my work.)</p>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-19683208192628529512009-07-04T17:52:00.001-07:002009-07-10T20:14:37.774-07:00Michael ArtStrange that I made these pieces a few years ago... <br /><br />I depicted him as a Saint, with some obvious humor attached to the image. It was part of a series in which I turned celebrities into saints, with the commentary being that the western world seems to worship, and glorify these household names, holding them higher than is healthy for a society to be able to ingest.<br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I guess I feel kind of bad about it now.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFRp7W-qh5HYq3cMAje22SfGapWoz61JQbm5pW-X3TxEQtuRs7Gnrwu6zm9d82p5rNJalnbXGsI6829DWsZ5YUHU1Msj9rYUcGRA-8CCGl-TDqu-dzstalIfPV35cPuCm_QaNOlDIoA6/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 417px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357035105911420114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFRp7W-qh5HYq3cMAje22SfGapWoz61JQbm5pW-X3TxEQtuRs7Gnrwu6zm9d82p5rNJalnbXGsI6829DWsZ5YUHU1Msj9rYUcGRA-8CCGl-TDqu-dzstalIfPV35cPuCm_QaNOlDIoA6/s400/MJ.jpg" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFRp7W-qh5HYq3cMAje22SfGapWoz61JQbm5pW-X3TxEQtuRs7Gnrwu6zm9d82p5rNJalnbXGsI6829DWsZ5YUHU1Msj9rYUcGRA-8CCGl-TDqu-dzstalIfPV35cPuCm_QaNOlDIoA6/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFRp7W-qh5HYq3cMAje22SfGapWoz61JQbm5pW-X3TxEQtuRs7Gnrwu6zm9d82p5rNJalnbXGsI6829DWsZ5YUHU1Msj9rYUcGRA-8CCGl-TDqu-dzstalIfPV35cPuCm_QaNOlDIoA6/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"></a><br /> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFRp7W-qh5HYq3cMAje22SfGapWoz61JQbm5pW-X3TxEQtuRs7Gnrwu6zm9d82p5rNJalnbXGsI6829DWsZ5YUHU1Msj9rYUcGRA-8CCGl-TDqu-dzstalIfPV35cPuCm_QaNOlDIoA6/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFRp7W-qh5HYq3cMAje22SfGapWoz61JQbm5pW-X3TxEQtuRs7Gnrwu6zm9d82p5rNJalnbXGsI6829DWsZ5YUHU1Msj9rYUcGRA-8CCGl-TDqu-dzstalIfPV35cPuCm_QaNOlDIoA6/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZFRp7W-qh5HYq3cMAje22SfGapWoz61JQbm5pW-X3TxEQtuRs7Gnrwu6zm9d82p5rNJalnbXGsI6829DWsZ5YUHU1Msj9rYUcGRA-8CCGl-TDqu-dzstalIfPV35cPuCm_QaNOlDIoA6/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Here's another one I made within that same period of time, some four years ago or so... (this one wasn't part of the celebrity worship series)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWoYcVfRmIlK9_ef-a4wZgMU6ivVPXMWKeVvSzHlHQmKU-8P04t_ItW5dZn4u4o3cqLC9aI2e3ynPQxVUqmr-MO4Jf-ZUZSCOWDDSfKpwsO2edfgR2bnkGhwCucZYnShY170qOIK294Ty/s1600-h/MJ_save_me.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 528px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354781504314994914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWoYcVfRmIlK9_ef-a4wZgMU6ivVPXMWKeVvSzHlHQmKU-8P04t_ItW5dZn4u4o3cqLC9aI2e3ynPQxVUqmr-MO4Jf-ZUZSCOWDDSfKpwsO2edfgR2bnkGhwCucZYnShY170qOIK294Ty/s400/MJ_save_me.jpg" /></a> </div>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-88368526599419580492009-07-03T21:26:00.000-07:002009-07-03T22:16:00.148-07:00Starry Lake Music VideoI've been working on a new project as of the past two weeks - I'm writing (and will be directing and editing) a music video for my brother Blaise's song, "Starry Lake". I've just finished the first draft of the script and shot list, and with the collaborative help of my friends and family, the production of the video should come off nicely, as we're all very excited to begin working after things move out of development stages.<br /><br />Blaise will be recording a new version of the song, with high-energy dynamics to be used for the music video, and he'll be starting the new edit very soon.<br /><br />The video will be an abstract, visual recounting of Blaise's experience at Pyramid Lake, where he wrote the song "Starry Lake". The experience is the source from which the song's inspiration stems from.<br /><br />The song "Starry Lake" can be found playing on my myspace profile, as well as Blaise's myspace page, found here: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/blaisephemy">Blaise Smith's Myspace Page</a>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-68486769149744813862009-06-18T00:02:00.000-07:002009-07-31T20:21:22.697-07:00The CoveIt's about time someone expose the whale and dolphin slaughter going on in Japan....<br /><br />I haven't seen this film yet, although the trailer looks extremely interesting.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sw5qgVp0jng&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sw5qgVp0jng&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Apparently, the Japanese government want these film makers arrested.<br /><br />I think once this film has exposed the truth about their operations to the globe, they might have a much bigger dilemma on their hands.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://thecovemovie.com/">http://thecovemovie.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://current.com/items/90572720_the-cove-dolphin-slaughter-in-japan-video-trailers-with-interviews.htm#addResponse">http://current.com/items/90572720_the-cove-dolphin-slaughter-in-japan-video-trailers-with-interviews.htm#addResponse</a>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-40809288449079121342009-06-05T16:38:00.000-07:002009-07-16T23:25:24.809-07:00Synchromusicology by Steve WilnerI think we might remember Steve Wilner in 20 years, the way we do Alan Watts, and Robert Anton Wilson...<br /><br /><object style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 310px" width="409" height="310"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQCHaEY3R38&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQCHaEY3R38&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Visit Steve Wilner's blog here:<br />http://labyrinthofthepsychonaut.blogspot.comBianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-22899966810507970052009-06-02T01:48:00.000-07:002009-06-02T01:53:28.827-07:00Inspiration<div>A great conversation between Tim McCormick, Blaine Fontana, and James Naccarato, on their process and what it's like to collaborate. Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHfvCjAfiAI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHfvCjAfiAI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-44291053089769636692009-05-26T23:26:00.000-07:002009-05-27T00:21:53.857-07:00I had a fun Memorial Day weekend. I went down to Hermosa Beach... my place of birth, and most favorite beach to sun-soak. As I've always said, Hermosa Beach is like walking into a Sublime song, although Memorial Day weekend isn't exactly <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">that.</span>.. there are hundreds of people bumping into each other, and arts and crafts booths, and beer gardens, and people with sun block on their noses. <div><br /></div><div>like this...<br /><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-kDhtk9N-22KNNrVA6ZtS9wkSAD1grkEYtpkIC-QiNh2s1vgEaVbQ4dae3Fs9bUmoO2M-gtviktk_GJ6lzr_-8m6QJsRkqC3ahRYRIk6LnsVxlAXayU8b7np3loXG88O8QjRQYjdetqs/s400/hermosa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340388847363960274" /></div><div>(I didn't take that photo though)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of beach-fun, here's a photo of me making a funny face after riding my boogie board up to the sand... </div><div><br /></div><div>(last year @ Hermosa)<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13wJ__FaCAm9jA2TuSm_d3Zz8t8qT7PmBuRCrYpiDISFt8GdrqU6u4Oj6CXC4kT44zqeDZsLHMCthgdX9K-d6OPJ9B4omTD_dKeO1arMKxliR0o2uTtwJeIw3A2GSGvp1f7cJTMvi4RMM/s1600-h/beach.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13wJ__FaCAm9jA2TuSm_d3Zz8t8qT7PmBuRCrYpiDISFt8GdrqU6u4Oj6CXC4kT44zqeDZsLHMCthgdX9K-d6OPJ9B4omTD_dKeO1arMKxliR0o2uTtwJeIw3A2GSGvp1f7cJTMvi4RMM/s400/beach.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340392444142548178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /></div><div>I've caught bigger waves, I swear. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">:P</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I started a new painting last week... I'm pretty much done, and I'll post a photo of it when within the next few days. My Auntie Nini sent me something on facebook asking why I haven't been painting lately... so Auntie Nini... it's coming soon. :)</div></div></div></div></div>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-90421841342441502342009-05-08T03:22:00.000-07:002009-05-08T06:48:39.170-07:00Observational Sketch FunI was sitting at Edward's house, and feeling kinda crafty and creative, I thought I'd sketch out the view that was directly in front of where I was sitting. He had some t-squares and rulers and a pen and pencil, so I'd thought I'd have some observational drawing fun....<br /><br />I couldn't get the whole view that I was seeing in front of me into the photo I was taking (because there was a wall behind me and couldn't back up further.) So I have the<span style="font-style: italic;"> left</span> side photo, and the <span style="font-style: italic;">right</span> side photo to compare to the picture I drew. I think the angles I perceived are pretty close - not perfect, but close. :)<br /><br /><br />You can click on the photos to make them <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >bigger</span>...<br /><br /><br />(I just realized I didn't get the top of the picture I drew into the photo, so the top is cut off.)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">left side</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCR6uDVHwlufyYqG75NfPCofpSA_3-yUFTQN3kcwxYyah3F2YuOL-YE3C1d1508qqrJaHEGv4UYL0fGbnVoneXSXeKRR3skLxQPuMcvuqBHKbDnJBEgEUGx0hdLka46LI_gx3yVmn8zSwH/s1600-h/ed_housephoto_left.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCR6uDVHwlufyYqG75NfPCofpSA_3-yUFTQN3kcwxYyah3F2YuOL-YE3C1d1508qqrJaHEGv4UYL0fGbnVoneXSXeKRR3skLxQPuMcvuqBHKbDnJBEgEUGx0hdLka46LI_gx3yVmn8zSwH/s400/ed_housephoto_left.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333398636499806258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3RFLjJZy-H7s83d5wyzZU3Btyn4XX13sN7akW9PSWemIXARci9xRk8Wnaxbzk4iQ4uRMhzWs7_PtoylaeXZrdsh54xrEelL0PLmFtTriC16gkdg7j_mjWf6at_rUdS9MHMRUsZPJFaIa/s1600-h/edhouse_scanned.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3RFLjJZy-H7s83d5wyzZU3Btyn4XX13sN7akW9PSWemIXARci9xRk8Wnaxbzk4iQ4uRMhzWs7_PtoylaeXZrdsh54xrEelL0PLmFtTriC16gkdg7j_mjWf6at_rUdS9MHMRUsZPJFaIa/s400/edhouse_scanned.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333447801570250434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">right side</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt78U0LTipIfcd0h-V2Uq8Kl2KbIiOcLo8ofZB9smlMdQTKKvYlNQkH0J2F4luEXqhCWuMBfSJOCjkWwDw8QcE3be_WQIxwcXYYOvJaR4cg-KmC194_3gxwBAQ_02ZLt93H1G5QmlG_Vn/s1600-h/ed_house_photo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt78U0LTipIfcd0h-V2Uq8Kl2KbIiOcLo8ofZB9smlMdQTKKvYlNQkH0J2F4luEXqhCWuMBfSJOCjkWwDw8QcE3be_WQIxwcXYYOvJaR4cg-KmC194_3gxwBAQ_02ZLt93H1G5QmlG_Vn/s400/ed_house_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333398412960596898" border="0" /></a>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-62168592396793641152009-05-03T15:53:00.000-07:002009-05-08T15:04:27.170-07:00Sita's Big Night<span style="font-style: italic;">(I just uploaded some more photos into this blog, that I wasn't able to get up before, when I first posted it, but now there up, so here they are! There are also a few other photos, that I still have to post..)</span><br /><div><br /><br /><br />Last night was fun. I went to Sita's art show - she did a group show downtown put on by Art Tank... there were many great artists showing last night, and of course, Sita's work is genius. She's been taking leaps in work and progress as an artist, and we're all so proud of her!!</div><br /><div><br /></div><div align="center">See Sita's work here:</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://sitakaylin.com/">http://sitakaylin.com/</a></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>We took some photos...<br /></div><br />Me, Angelit, my mom (Yvonne), Edward...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEial3q1ATPXyYAnT2rS_5WzmqW-yr2LnHaHRi2q6rlOmVLVwSHkf8DOOro8thuvlknr7wngCeIdYGEXtBe3AXo5VoCscvznZIHlg-At8FHsWV1k1JqUsqnjdTkdAi0B4YO4eYV3VBHiCO1j/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEial3q1ATPXyYAnT2rS_5WzmqW-yr2LnHaHRi2q6rlOmVLVwSHkf8DOOro8thuvlknr7wngCeIdYGEXtBe3AXo5VoCscvznZIHlg-At8FHsWV1k1JqUsqnjdTkdAi0B4YO4eYV3VBHiCO1j/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333407040482538642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Here's me and Bejee, Angelit's amazing flying dog in front of one of Sita's fine pieces. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwMNzT6l-HfXswxGFAPVseArJL31tD8k6KKpVc6SkpeHI1EDDjzgo6XJIpMVeDaP-Ory7NSiqy9W_scuubpYVrYeQsxzqqm84mzvQOjL15dvX8a7Etc5PnNbhQvtT160UQrRi6wKyE3PN/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331798121255301794" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwMNzT6l-HfXswxGFAPVseArJL31tD8k6KKpVc6SkpeHI1EDDjzgo6XJIpMVeDaP-Ory7NSiqy9W_scuubpYVrYeQsxzqqm84mzvQOjL15dvX8a7Etc5PnNbhQvtT160UQrRi6wKyE3PN/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><br />Angelit flying Bijee!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwY6xo5Cp8WvLOmp9vI6zajjEYBhW1v2BUgJcRiz1VwWUNUc9kpP_HGCw1bFR8hnYA_s_dvyuLJmyZS55T_aosbKvIM38wzteu139ChzPtFYuRikWkA8sW_vtVa20rSPI4i1I1iYFG_MmH/s1600-h/AT4.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwY6xo5Cp8WvLOmp9vI6zajjEYBhW1v2BUgJcRiz1VwWUNUc9kpP_HGCw1bFR8hnYA_s_dvyuLJmyZS55T_aosbKvIM38wzteu139ChzPtFYuRikWkA8sW_vtVa20rSPI4i1I1iYFG_MmH/s400/AT4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333404076380117634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi_r5SQ369kxBOjlleWVcs05L_AkLSuuNrZIpxW_vuaoCqyILSmpwrf8PEw8seYb7QI4I_YxN-aO8JjkyZtxD6fqPJgqKJXMs5xX_oM19KOYnUmivM1o59gvIBFfOjLzV5rHmHufsYE_t/s1600-h/AT3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi_r5SQ369kxBOjlleWVcs05L_AkLSuuNrZIpxW_vuaoCqyILSmpwrf8PEw8seYb7QI4I_YxN-aO8JjkyZtxD6fqPJgqKJXMs5xX_oM19KOYnUmivM1o59gvIBFfOjLzV5rHmHufsYE_t/s400/AT3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403908921921506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />we gangsta.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoj4n8kgXbYjUiWgani_570ie4OJOahLsy51wT4jJJXuAnDNDshwpd0B58W69VE0k_eWYXMrx4QX_DhCzgkxeeZ_o83deugRe4jGVUmk3dqsP1bsCsipVab5e7iLOjFh07q-FmkruORs4/s1600-h/AT1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoj4n8kgXbYjUiWgani_570ie4OJOahLsy51wT4jJJXuAnDNDshwpd0B58W69VE0k_eWYXMrx4QX_DhCzgkxeeZ_o83deugRe4jGVUmk3dqsP1bsCsipVab5e7iLOjFh07q-FmkruORs4/s400/AT1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403474093624946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...seriously one of the best bands I've seen live in a long time:<br />Gram Rabbit during their rendition of Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNd5G-P_btaoqXJLWuEwUL-pErkFtVWMMaQDNleIof-Vt9bGTmz34y6HckFmY1jJMZg85J2xUA8GH4pj7jmKUEsY-PFyl1oyz7PALcoJcn4eZKo9xLHjgvhuwqhUeF4JH0ezV-afj277C0/s1600-h/GRAHAM+RABBIT.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNd5G-P_btaoqXJLWuEwUL-pErkFtVWMMaQDNleIof-Vt9bGTmz34y6HckFmY1jJMZg85J2xUA8GH4pj7jmKUEsY-PFyl1oyz7PALcoJcn4eZKo9xLHjgvhuwqhUeF4JH0ezV-afj277C0/s400/GRAHAM+RABBIT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438752178038306" border="0" /></a><br />just found their myspace to post to this blog:<br />http://www.myspace.com/gramrabbitBianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-53234187444771883332009-05-02T11:52:00.000-07:002009-05-03T15:53:03.471-07:00nothing inparticularI'm groggy today. I woke up much later than I have been lately. I didn't sleep very well last night. I crawled in at about 1:30am, which again is much earlier than is normal for me, and I stayed in "stage 2" sleep for almost the entire night. (Stage 2 sleep is the place between conscious thought, and dreaming) Everytime I actually felt like I was drifting in deeper - actually falling asleep, someone would call me! 3 times last night, I got late night calls - needless to say it was annoying and I think, pretty rude. I ended up having to power my phone down so I could return to what was an already unrestfull sleep. But....It wasn't <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">that</span> big of a deal, and to be honest, nothing <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">really</span>, truly makes me mad.<br /><br />My eyes opened this morning for the very first moment of the day, already looking directly at the clock to see that it was 11:10am. I thought it was pretty amazing to have entered into a new day at 11:10. (11:11am would have been amazing too.) I closed my eyes, and cleared my mind searching for a proper inner vision to manifest - but instead, I accidently lost myself in a short-lived dream. I woke up again to see 11:12. Not sure if I <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">missed </span>11:11, or if I actually enjoyed it on a deeper level of consciousness.<br /><br />I'm late now into my Saturday morning. I'm having kettle corn from Trader Joe's for breakfast, because it's delicious and yummy.<br /><br />This blog isn't really about anything inparticular, so maybe I'll just share a photo with you guys, that I haven't yet posted anywhere. It's one of the photos from the shoot I did in Canada...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7MCIVZzwZ_t8iqEXkqjsLdViPK9YiV4mJUgKk4xGvENbeujdEPfwlRn8ivL8ei3SA3LfWx5El7om-DdabQZ-VZv7UlKi_vYsItCZxiCTDL-RtQPKAh6D2nXzqsRe4OKE9aGs5f2lYrol/s1600-h/CO3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331327504185124162" style="WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7MCIVZzwZ_t8iqEXkqjsLdViPK9YiV4mJUgKk4xGvENbeujdEPfwlRn8ivL8ei3SA3LfWx5El7om-DdabQZ-VZv7UlKi_vYsItCZxiCTDL-RtQPKAh6D2nXzqsRe4OKE9aGs5f2lYrol/s400/CO3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Photo: Coquette Lingerie Int.)</span>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-74432837474416551002009-04-29T16:48:00.000-07:002009-04-30T10:35:52.925-07:00Just some silly crap at 9am...I think I'm finally finding my natural rhythm here, now. I think, no matter where you move, for the first few weeks - it takes a while until you find your favorite place to sit, and favorite thing to do during lazy days, etc. Now that I have everything in it's place - the internet is turned on, the cable is up, all the books are in their shelves, and my graveyard of half empty (or full, depending on my mood) bath and beauty products are in their proper cemetery... I think I'm finally feeling at home.<br /><br />...There's a horn outside that has been continuously honking - one long, perpetual <span style="font-style: italic;">hoooooooonk</span>, and has been hooooooonking for over the past 5 minutes now, at least. Maybe someone died, and konked out with their forehead pressed against the steering wheel, causing the loudest cry for help ever heard at 9am. My imagination never fails to fill in the unexplained; he's a middle-aged regional manager for Taco Bell, who's just been fired and comes home every day to a menopausal wife who never comes within 3 feet of him due to his lack in ability to scrub out the smell of beans and seasoned grade F meat. He's been fired for 3 days now, and instead of pretending to drive off to work yet again, he's finally decided to "do himself in". He didn't shoot himself, but sadly... swallowed a taco shell large enough cut one's insides to a bloody pulp if it weren't chewed properly. And that's exactly what he did. So now, his forehead is pressed against the steering wheel screaming in a streaming, continuous "hoooooooonk".<br /><br />Oh the honking stopped.<br /><br />I'm sure no one really died but it was fun to make up and write. Kinda cliche' though. <br /><br />Okay I'm of to do my voice-over. I have V.O. work to do today at Liquid Theory....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"V.O., V.O., it's off to work I go....</span>" haha... okay I'm silly, bye.Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-65864352029880962002009-04-18T15:27:00.000-07:002009-04-18T19:48:48.683-07:00Hello.... After So LongWow, February 17<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>, was the last time I wrote? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Geez</span>. I'm guessing about half of my readers have had to have found other things to read by now, coming to the conclusion that I must have fallen off the face of the earth, or otherwise lost dexterity in my fingers and am no longer able to type.<br /><br />The truth is, there wasn't much I wanted to share. I broke up with my boyfriend of almost two years in late December, and decided to move to a new place alone. From early Jan. to the 1st of April, I was staying with my Mom at her house until I found the perfect place to live. It had to be buzzing with nature, and out of the concrete jungle. What I found was a cute triplex, a bit further down the street from where my Mom lives, which isn't annoying as it sounds - she and I are pretty good friends.<br /><br />I watched a lot of TV those three months, which I normally never do, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">discovered</span> "Current TV", which is a channel that seems to be more intelligent than most the trash one is able to find on the tube, without looking. I made lots of new art. Did a hell of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alot</span> of writing - obviously, nothing I've posted to blogger. The lot of it were essays on what I'd been reading, none of which I felt the need, or want to share.<br /><br />About a month ago I got a call from Liquid Theory, who produced episodes of The Real World and The Hills, telling me that our series that's been in the works, has just been picked up! I can't say much about it, as I'm under confidentiality, but I think it's okay to say that it was picked up by E! .... <span style="font-style: italic;">which is awesome</span>... I'm shooting the pilot this coming week, and I'm psyched to say the least.<br /><br />I'll write again soon... I don't have the internet hooked up at my house yet, so I have to come to my mom's to use it everyday...<br /><br />:)<br /><br />me today...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYTQMwnWLAXnPzlJGgzvK0TMAaOD2tPYTvxEPrE9Yt86jnmIcZaeCmTQNg5LDdR8NJTlnwDCuEBk7SKBQhhWZfzEsXGVWlMUjthuGfwS1rnTuIO74lpdEsyvr2uZju2hDI7crjIbYbnqE/s1600-h/Photo+111.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 582px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYTQMwnWLAXnPzlJGgzvK0TMAaOD2tPYTvxEPrE9Yt86jnmIcZaeCmTQNg5LDdR8NJTlnwDCuEBk7SKBQhhWZfzEsXGVWlMUjthuGfwS1rnTuIO74lpdEsyvr2uZju2hDI7crjIbYbnqE/s400/Photo+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326176035731356514" border="0" /></a>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-48012582428641235502009-02-17T19:27:00.000-08:002009-03-01T08:19:40.838-08:00New Art Projects<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I haven't written in a while... </span></div><div><br /></div><div>I finally have the opportunity to write! I've been having computer difficulties lately, so it's tough for me to get to a keyboard.<div><br /></div><div>I was able to get around to editing the blog called, "The Second Half of a Long Moment" (which is down below a couple posts) It was a mess! If you've already read it, then you saw the sloppiness in my grammar, and typos, etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been into new art projects lately. It was the blog called, "Geometrics" that spawned this new streak. (also down below on the page) I'm a good observational artist, and can draw what I see pretty well - also painting odd scenes to get across some kind of commentary is something I do alot - but I got into geometric designs again. I used to draw them with a nearly obsessive curiosity as a teenager, but somehow I forgot about it, or grew bored of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was in a design class in art school a couple years ago - the final project was to create a Mandala. It was the first time since I was a teenager that I'd created a geometric design. Although this time, as an adult, I made the design into a working cosmogram, and with the placement of symbolic imagery, I created a functional graph. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Teachings</span></div><div><br /></div><div>As for the streak I've been on - I've started a geometry journal, and a sketch pad to explore the beauty of sacred geometry. I'm seeking now to gain a true understanding of the essence of the "God Mind" as it is often referred to as; it's the implication that all things in nature arise during creation with a predetermined pattern through which matter assumes form. Flowers, the rings of a tree stump, sea shells, crystals, snowflakes, and even the human form, all fall within the basic fundamental structural guidelines of a few simple geometric forms. </div><div><br /></div><div>Expounding on the organic structures of nature, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">r</span> and tone can be also be applied. I'm still learning the intricacies of this teaching. It's complex, but basically geometric forms also resonate harmonic tones. <a href="http://www.labyrinthofthepsychonaut.com/">Steve Wilner of Labyrinth of The Psychonaut</a> suggests that things like flowers and crystals may take on their shape because they might be responding to a sound in nature.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tone-Color Consciousness</span></div><div><br /></div><div>(Now if I've got it right, here) While organic materials resonate tones, tones are said to correspond to the 12 colors of the light spectrum. In other-words, harmonic tones house relative and corresponding colors. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, geometric forms have music and color! And what is the nature of reality? Visually, we <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">see </span>geometric forms. We <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">hear</span> all sorts of sounds, as the world buzzes with life, and within our visual perception, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">color</span> is splashed over the entire canvas. Violla!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's something I'm working on right now - I still have to add color, and fill in some other things... It's not done... It's based on The Flower of Life, and Metatron's Cube.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkUZ6C38ULj3YZtrTj_6Oa4-xyORH50RbZevFqovFHc82BXZ7N0hI5Z8_0P4TLq3qzNTAcEaGOzTZ1zQERK0Y4Bwiyw2bgIaxY_ZihU1578TLgAigC-R9nqS5uHe-k_YQxku67Q9XYu2h/s1600-h/bbbbbeedrawing1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkUZ6C38ULj3YZtrTj_6Oa4-xyORH50RbZevFqovFHc82BXZ7N0hI5Z8_0P4TLq3qzNTAcEaGOzTZ1zQERK0Y4Bwiyw2bgIaxY_ZihU1578TLgAigC-R9nqS5uHe-k_YQxku67Q9XYu2h/s320/bbbbbeedrawing1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997982679157378" /> </a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvIuounuEGodyruyF5EzvIiMKYb2FOgLtKIyDWhNElCfjOdMQBubIjvB51K6AxYwhikOT2_yvcUpmb5C2uGBJXCg0C-UR9_VMmylJ7Pb7IO7kEpZEqsqYCKJujNju1L0xxYwY8SbKbQmy/s320/BBBBBBBBBBBBBbee2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997474570965394" /><div><br /></div><div>(The photo quality isn't very good, but I'll post again when I'm finished.)<br /><div><br /></div></div>Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534287333071924595.post-68255008066270113372009-02-09T13:29:00.000-08:002009-02-26T04:58:31.831-08:00The ZombieI haven't written here in a while. I've been writing lately, but nothing I've wanted to post.<br /><br />The last couple days have been spooky! I caught a flu virus that I've been referring to as "The Zombie", which I think is an appropriate term. I'm calling it the Zombie, because I felt like one of those monsters from "I am Legend", or "28 Days Later". It did seem like one of those movies... first a sickness floats around town and everyone falls sick at the same time. Then everyone, at the same time is sick in bed. (Which is what it's seemed like latley) And then from bed, the sickness turns to a sweaty coma and you begin to breath heavily, while cocooning into some other-worldly metamorphosis. Muuhahahaha!!<br /><br />Last time I was this sick, it was much the same.. but worse, come to think of it. It was this time last year, and like a zombie I dragged my decaying body into the doctor's office with a temperature of 104. Instead of sitting with the other zombies in the waiting room, I chose to sit outside in the hallway, or rather.. lay down. I didn't care. I sprawled out in the hallway at the medical center, on the carpet floor. I heard the echoes of people walking by me, but didn't have the energy enough to sit up, much less in a chair in the waiting room. When I got in, my Doctor took one look at me and said, "We've gotta give her a shot." It was a penicillin shot...<br /><br />Her assistant left the room, and came back with a big ol' needle and they told me to stand up and turn around. The assistant nipped me in the butt cheek with it. I heard the Doctor start to say something to the effect of, "You might feel a little dizzy...." But those words were just echoes in my head that turned into some kind of hour long dream which in actuallity spanned the period of about 15 seconds. I woke up on the table a moment later unable to see. My body shot up in tempature, and I began to sweat, and turn and twist, and my eyes rolled back into my head. My veins felt flushed with poison.<br /><br />Then it went away. When I came-to, I was spinning and everyone in the room was standing over me worried. The more the dizziness went away, the better I felt. Later that night, the Zombie was gone. The next day I felt like a brand new Bianca. I'm not sure if I'd ever agree to having another penicillin shot. I told my Dad about it, and he was pissed. "People die from those Bianca! Why'd you get a penicillin shot? Don't you know how dangerous they are?" Well I didn't know, but now I do.<br /><br />Anyway, <em>that was last year</em>, and I must say - this year's flu wasn't nearly as bad as last year's. Actually, on Friday, when it was worst, I actually drove myself to the doctor and rear-ended someone on the way there! I was that out-of-it. Of course, the lady's car I hit wasn't all that bad, but she still wanted take down my info..<br /><br />I've been rear-ended on more than one occasions, and waved the person off to go free. Probably three times. If the damage isn't that bad, then there's no sense in making both of our lives more complicated, right? I suppose not everyone has the same idea.Bianca Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15609852725782619899noreply@blogger.com3