Happy Halloween!

Here are before and after shots of my pumpkin. Can you guess which is which? It was a monster that weighed at least one hundred and fifty punds, maybe two hundred (at that size they just eye ball it for sale price). It was difficult to handle, definately a two person job, and I'm a nineteen year old, six foot tall, two hundred pound young man. The pumpkin must have weighed about two hundred pounds. Even after carving it was quite a task for two.  

A kind of blue (or orange) print

Here's an idea of what a finished pumpkin with this design might look like. I also used this as a kind of blue print as I was carving. 

Creativity at work

I've decided to carve a pumpkin, and I came up with this design based on a drawing I did of my kitty Clea. She's so pretty. I had to omit a lot of detail, but I think it looks fabulous. Some friends thought it was a cougar, witch, and dragon. The cougar was the closest guess. Anyways I thought I'd post it. Now anyone can print this out pin it to your pumpkin, and carve this design. I etched the shapes with a knife, then removed the paper and carved all the way through. I'll post this in color and a finished photo of my pumpkin at night. Enjoy! 

Not a wink.

As anyone who's observent enough to look at the times of these posts can tell (assuming the time is relevant to my location) I didn't sleep much last night. At all to be exact. I had an espresso drink called "double torture" on my way home from Eugene last night. I left around 11:00 p.m. so it wasn't that late, but I thought I should be extra careful. The espresso drink had four shots of - you guessed it - espresso as well as chocolate milk and vanilla. It was torture unfortunately. Laying in bed listening to the rain for hours at a time until the sun finally started to rise. This is only the second time I've stayed up all night with caffene being the only possible explination. Last time was at least two, maybe three, years ago. Anyways, it's about that time, so I'm going to shower up and head to the office (the one you see below). This is going to be a long day.

Fire Hawk Workstation at Grandma's Attic

Here's my little Cooper's Hawk above my computer at work. Isn't she cute? 

My sister told me when she cleaned my window she couldn't get to all of it. I decided it was good enough when this hawk tried to fly through it.

This bird decided to try to fly through my bedroom window one morning. It scared the shit out of me. I thought someone had hit my window with a baseball or something until I saw the lone feather floating in the air. Freaked out I ran outside to see if the bird was okay. It was unconscious breathing shallow quick breaths. I called Meli, my girlfriend, in panic and she reminded me that my dad is a veternarian. I rushed it to the animal hospital wrapped in a towel, and while waiting for my dad to see me, the bird decided to wake up. Not actually having any strength yet there was little resistance to being put in a cage. Later that day I tried to let it go as it was making the above pose at me from inside it's cage. Meli says "now I know why they call it being watched like a hawk." This is an immature Cooper's Hawk by the way. It couldn't fly that first day, it only tried to hop away, so I caught it, using a long sleeved shirt, leather gloves, and sun glasses so it wouldn't peck my eyes out. It was scarry for its size. It wouldn't drink water from a bowl and wouldn't eat any raw hamburger or chicken (it preys on small birds and rodents). I figured it would probably eat a mouse from the pet store, but it flew away on the second day. It seemed to still be injured, my dad says he thinks the tip of its wing is broken and not the "humerous" or something like that. He always uses medical terms that I don't have storage space for in my mind. It was pretty fun to be that close to a wild predator. Now that I think back I wish I would've marked it with something around a foot in case it flies around my house again. It did mark me however from when I tried to pick it up without glove on. It held on to my finger for just a few second and I was crying like a baby. I put it on a flaming background just for fun. I also rasterbated the picture and hung it above my computer at work. See homokaasu.org for more information on rasterbations etc. 

My left eye, painted in acrylic paint by myself.

I painted this durring a friends and family gathering in the spirit of "World Dream Camp 2004." I painted it on a binder in acrylic paints. It is my own left eye viewd through a mirror. Later I painted that mirror too. It was a good time. 

My First Blog Post Ever

This is exciting! A place on the web I can actually call my own? Hurrah! I'm really only doing this because I had too much coffee on my drive home tonight and I can't sleep now. At least I didn't fall asleep at the wheel though. That's always a plus. Well, this is really just a test for now. How is it? Just like all the other blogs, eh? I'll see if I can do something to make it look original. Watch and see (over the next several days).