<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609</id><updated>2011-08-23T00:00:49.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-1944299032926575109</id><published>2009-01-06T23:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:26:08.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SWQu1yTzBeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ljRLn4Px74U/s1600-h/nyc_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SWQu1yTzBeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ljRLn4Px74U/s200/nyc_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288403364012557794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've switched to WordPress. My updated blog is currently here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://luisishere.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://luisishere.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-1944299032926575109?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1944299032926575109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=1944299032926575109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1944299032926575109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1944299032926575109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreamland.html' title='dreamland'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SWQu1yTzBeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ljRLn4Px74U/s72-c/nyc_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-8318501147495515200</id><published>2008-04-25T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:59:00.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Work: Doug Boem Website Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SBKmuVCvMuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qkyhjySyngo/s1600-h/doug_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SBKmuVCvMuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qkyhjySyngo/s200/doug_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193396635164422882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was tapped to update a site I made in late 2006 by the illustrator &lt;a href="http://www.dougboehm.com"&gt;Doug Boehm&lt;/a&gt;. These are updates to the navigation, as well as Doug's new work, including a fine art section. Doug has also launched two blogs, one for his &lt;a href="http://dougboehmillustration.blogspot.com/"&gt;illustration&lt;/a&gt; updates, and one for his &lt;a href="http://dougboehmart.blogspot.com/"&gt;fine art&lt;/a&gt; updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-8318501147495515200?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8318501147495515200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=8318501147495515200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8318501147495515200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8318501147495515200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-work-doug-boem-website-update.html' title='New Work: Doug Boem Website Update'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SBKmuVCvMuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qkyhjySyngo/s72-c/doug_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-3047973814171284649</id><published>2008-04-12T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:14:43.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SAGWssngmZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DfYceJ-WrTs/s1600-h/smile_new_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SAGWssngmZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DfYceJ-WrTs/s200/smile_new_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188593940342806930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny that the last post was about our baby's due date coming and going. Four hours after publishing that post... around 4:30am, February 8... Raquel woke me up to tell me she was feeling some strange 'waves' of tightness in her lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new arrival, Gabrielle, was born at 9:49pm, Friday, February 8th. She was 6 pounds, 15 ounces and 18 inches long. These past couple of months have been a challenge. Most of all, they've been fun. It's a very happy time in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-3047973814171284649?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3047973814171284649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=3047973814171284649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3047973814171284649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3047973814171284649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrival.html' title='The Arrival'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/SAGWssngmZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DfYceJ-WrTs/s72-c/smile_new_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-1863778974778954828</id><published>2008-02-07T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:02:56.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Baby Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/R6vicMXzSoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aDXA7pgUaqk/s1600-h/raq_impatient.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/R6vicMXzSoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aDXA7pgUaqk/s200/raq_impatient.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164470371695676034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Due date has come and gone, and still... no baby yet. As you can see, my wife can't wait till our tiny dancer is born! One of the tips I've heard the most from people is that the first born is usually late. Today's doctor appointment confirmed no progress. Wednesday was the start of her 40th week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-1863778974778954828?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1863778974778954828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=1863778974778954828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1863778974778954828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1863778974778954828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-baby-yet.html' title='No Baby Yet'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/R6vicMXzSoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aDXA7pgUaqk/s72-c/raq_impatient.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-3331632046297547168</id><published>2008-01-31T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:48:20.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/R6KkZcXzSnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TDQ1bmN6a2Y/s1600-h/1221big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/R6KkZcXzSnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TDQ1bmN6a2Y/s200/1221big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161868879939717746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wife's due date is next week. Today, my co-workers TOTALLY caught me off guard with a surprise mini-shower thing. I'm usually good at sniffing this kind of thing out, but when I'm called into a meeting about a design project... I come prepared. Little did I know it was only a ruse. Still, great laughs, and great cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-3331632046297547168?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3331632046297547168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=3331632046297547168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3331632046297547168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3331632046297547168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-time.html' title='Almost Time'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/R6KkZcXzSnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TDQ1bmN6a2Y/s72-c/1221big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-5157300059934927534</id><published>2008-01-30T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:36:21.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Since July 31 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/107073018_938d9de6f1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/107073018_938d9de6f1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, let's run it down, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Experienced roller-coaster of emotions with pregnant wife.&lt;br /&gt;• Extremely excited over new baby (due soon!)&lt;br /&gt;• In the graphic design world, I've hit a cross-road.&lt;br /&gt;• Discovered a key element in my emotional upheaval over the past couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;• Had artwork hanging in a group show for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;• Turned 30&lt;br /&gt;• Reconnected with a few old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my design cross-road... I don't know. That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-5157300059934927534?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/5157300059934927534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=5157300059934927534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/5157300059934927534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/5157300059934927534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates-since-july-31-2007.html' title='Updates Since July 31 2007'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-2651066715531605918</id><published>2007-07-31T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:38:57.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Sketchbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq__vKVLOOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XrQZtemlP8o/s1600-h/first_page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq__vKVLOOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XrQZtemlP8o/s200/first_page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093570889271425250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first time ever, I completed a sketchbook. There have been pages torn from this book, including the first page, but I still think it counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq__yKVLOPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Vj2Kip7fB80/s1600-h/last_page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq__yKVLOPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Vj2Kip7fB80/s200/last_page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093570940811032818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book was purchased in a Pearl Arts Supply in Philadelphia in 2004. It served as a design idea book and later a drawing book. It got slightly mis-shaped by a yogurt bursting in my book bag last year. The book has traveled with me from NYC, to Austin TX, and Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown is the first page, the start of a logo idea for a shrimp truck in Oahu, Hawaii. The last page, completed yesterday, are random people at a bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-2651066715531605918?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2651066715531605918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=2651066715531605918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2651066715531605918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2651066715531605918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/ode-to-sketchbook.html' title='Ode to a Sketchbook'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq__vKVLOOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XrQZtemlP8o/s72-c/first_page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-438278861781749096</id><published>2007-07-28T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:08:50.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_4v6VLOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DpIaxbd-asI/s1600-h/7-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_4v6VLOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DpIaxbd-asI/s200/7-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563205574932658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eighteen years ago today my father passed. I was eleven years old. Now that my first child is on the way, I think about what kind of father I'm going to be. I've learned from the mistakes he made. I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-438278861781749096?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/438278861781749096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=438278861781749096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/438278861781749096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/438278861781749096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/18-years.html' title='18 Years'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_4v6VLOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DpIaxbd-asI/s72-c/7-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-4180910324957662506</id><published>2007-07-27T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:19:07.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress: Avance Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_7d6VLONI/AAAAAAAAAEk/msczq3PHI6o/s1600-h/avance_website.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_7d6VLONI/AAAAAAAAAEk/msczq3PHI6o/s200/avance_website.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093566194872170706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This assignment was to create a website based on the look and feel of the previously created items in the campaign. I also had to include elements from the 15 second spot as a banner. Photography is original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-4180910324957662506?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4180910324957662506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=4180910324957662506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/4180910324957662506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/4180910324957662506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-in-progress-avance-website.html' title='Work in Progress: Avance Website'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_7d6VLONI/AAAAAAAAAEk/msczq3PHI6o/s72-c/avance_website.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-2758079307864451155</id><published>2007-07-24T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:16:27.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress: Avance TV Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_6taVLOMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ul2ekcqqyyA/s1600-h/avance_tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_6taVLOMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ul2ekcqqyyA/s200/avance_tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093565361648515266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The assignment was to create storyboards for a 15 second TV spot that can also be converted into a web banner using the Avance logo and color scheme. You may not be able to read the descriptions underneath each board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feb 5, 2008 update: I realize now that I  made a huge no-no in writing the copy... to stay away from "Introducing..." ...why couldn't I stumble upon Alex White's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Advertising-Design-Typography-Alex-White/dp/1581154658"&gt;Advertising Design and Typography&lt;/a&gt; last year?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-2758079307864451155?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2758079307864451155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=2758079307864451155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2758079307864451155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2758079307864451155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-in-progress-avance-tv-spot.html' title='Work in Progress: Avance TV Spot'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rq_6taVLOMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ul2ekcqqyyA/s72-c/avance_tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-1206794062007101471</id><published>2007-07-19T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:11:44.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress: Avance Redux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqgCNqVLOKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zlrp7ivCfvU/s1600-h/avance_color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqgCNqVLOKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zlrp7ivCfvU/s200/avance_color.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091321812467005602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avance Airlines logo rework, with company color scheme. Professor was not "completely sold" on the color treatment of the type. I took out the second custom 'A.' I think it reads better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-1206794062007101471?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1206794062007101471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=1206794062007101471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1206794062007101471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1206794062007101471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-in-progress-avance-redux.html' title='Work in Progress: Avance Redux'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqgCNqVLOKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zlrp7ivCfvU/s72-c/avance_color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-7064780249354055027</id><published>2007-07-18T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:02:10.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress: Avance Airlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf_86VLOJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lZmX5XL3RjU/s1600-h/airline_logos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf_86VLOJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lZmX5XL3RjU/s200/airline_logos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091319325680941202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three logo ideas for a new airline based in Barcelona, with daily service to and from the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might work on the first one. The kerning needs to be touched. Prof isn't totally sold on the A not touching the radial stroke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-7064780249354055027?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7064780249354055027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=7064780249354055027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/7064780249354055027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/7064780249354055027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-in-progress-avance-airlines.html' title='Work in Progress: Avance Airlines'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf_86VLOJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lZmX5XL3RjU/s72-c/airline_logos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-3768561657427159130</id><published>2007-07-17T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:57:13.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf_TqVLOII/AAAAAAAAAD8/fQaxAHIPPLA/s1600-h/pizza_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf_TqVLOII/AAAAAAAAAD8/fQaxAHIPPLA/s200/pizza_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091318617011337346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered a slice of white pizza for lunch. Apparently, the slice felt it necessary to break apart. Points off for presentation. I drew the pizza man because he had this huge mustache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-3768561657427159130?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3768561657427159130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=3768561657427159130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3768561657427159130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3768561657427159130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/broken-pizza.html' title='Broken Pizza'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf_TqVLOII/AAAAAAAAAD8/fQaxAHIPPLA/s72-c/pizza_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-2389996645431723971</id><published>2007-07-15T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:49:28.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress: Relaxt Logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf9DqVLOHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/O2WGJJabG78/s1600-h/relaxt_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf9DqVLOHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/O2WGJJabG78/s200/relaxt_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091316143110174834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The assignment was to create a package for a fictitious high-end tea brand, communicating four different flavors. Creating the identity wasn't part of the assignment, but I felt it was an appropriate element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always strive for simplicity, and I think I achieved it so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-2389996645431723971?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2389996645431723971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=2389996645431723971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2389996645431723971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2389996645431723971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-in-progress-relaxt-logo.html' title='Work in Progress: Relaxt Logo'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf9DqVLOHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/O2WGJJabG78/s72-c/relaxt_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-3268819768198595379</id><published>2007-07-14T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:50:49.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rum Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqVrY6VLOFI/AAAAAAAAADk/7qBJZyGt2iY/s1600-h/rum_punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqVrY6VLOFI/AAAAAAAAADk/7qBJZyGt2iY/s200/rum_punch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090593029531318354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wife and I had a bunch of people over Friday night. I made rum punch.  It was hailed as 'awesome' by many guests. I had a little too much (photos not available.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe available upon request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-3268819768198595379?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3268819768198595379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=3268819768198595379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3268819768198595379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3268819768198595379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/rum-punch.html' title='Rum Punch'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqVrY6VLOFI/AAAAAAAAADk/7qBJZyGt2iY/s72-c/rum_punch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-2965435088587283701</id><published>2007-07-12T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:41:11.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqVmuaVLOEI/AAAAAAAAADc/XbadsnMIK5w/s1600-h/drawing_712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqVmuaVLOEI/AAAAAAAAADc/XbadsnMIK5w/s200/drawing_712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090587901340366914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In town for ActionScript training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating breakfast at this little coffee shop. I started drawing some of the customers. The waitress asked about them and we had a small chat about art. When she gave me my check, she said "keep up the drawin' hon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tipped her well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-2965435088587283701?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2965435088587283701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=2965435088587283701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2965435088587283701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2965435088587283701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/philadelphia-in-july.html' title='Philadelphia in July'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RqVmuaVLOEI/AAAAAAAAADc/XbadsnMIK5w/s72-c/drawing_712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-5588962482976927115</id><published>2007-07-11T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:44:18.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Design by Candlelight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf8YqVLOGI/AAAAAAAAADs/mWGlsybmXT0/s1600-h/the_dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf8YqVLOGI/AAAAAAAAADs/mWGlsybmXT0/s200/the_dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091315404375799906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A freak storm uprooted trees and knocked out power throughout the neighborhood. My school does not accept 'power outage' as an excuse to miss assignments. So, I worked by candlelight. It was actually fun. No fridge hum. No TV. No internet. Just me and the Moleskine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-5588962482976927115?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/5588962482976927115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=5588962482976927115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/5588962482976927115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/5588962482976927115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/design-by-candlelight.html' title='Design by Candlelight'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rqf8YqVLOGI/AAAAAAAAADs/mWGlsybmXT0/s72-c/the_dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-6044103475194693500</id><published>2007-07-09T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:41:26.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Type Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RpG8bHn-moI/AAAAAAAAADU/bHjpktUzxuA/s1600-h/type_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RpG8bHn-moI/AAAAAAAAADU/bHjpktUzxuA/s200/type_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085052628367219330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My current assignment is to communicate a political, social, enviormental, or economic fact using ONLY type. I chose domestic abuse. It was fun to stamp on the paper against the sidewalk. It messed up the ink on the paper, and gave me a nice roughed up texture on the paper. I scanned in some torn edges, but took them out, for fear of points deducted. The assignment only said type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sidenote: I've drawn every day now since I started. I feel a sense of personal accomplishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-6044103475194693500?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6044103475194693500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=6044103475194693500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/6044103475194693500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/6044103475194693500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/type-abuse.html' title='Type Abuse'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RpG8bHn-moI/AAAAAAAAADU/bHjpktUzxuA/s72-c/type_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-8847251416769948289</id><published>2007-07-06T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T02:20:16.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Ro3fEHn-mnI/AAAAAAAAADM/j1nH33Z-k-k/s1600-h/imperialbeach-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Ro3fEHn-mnI/AAAAAAAAADM/j1nH33Z-k-k/s200/imperialbeach-view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083964816230357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read in an article that Imperial Beach, CA has been labeled as a death beach. What that means is, sewage from neighboring Tijuana flows into the IB waters. Basically, if you swim the waters, you may get some sort of illness. It's sad to think of my childhood town as a death beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-8847251416769948289?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8847251416769948289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=8847251416769948289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8847251416769948289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8847251416769948289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/beach-of-death.html' title='Beach of Death'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Ro3fEHn-mnI/AAAAAAAAADM/j1nH33Z-k-k/s72-c/imperialbeach-view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-1130468268607211765</id><published>2007-07-05T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T02:03:54.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Ro3bEnn-mmI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cob1WNGMgmY/s1600-h/prgncy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Ro3bEnn-mmI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cob1WNGMgmY/s200/prgncy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083960426773781090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are strange days we're living. I sure could use a vaction from this three-ring circus.  We talk about things going from bad to worse. Was there ever a time when everything was fine? What kind of world will our new child grow up in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Painting by Alex Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-1130468268607211765?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1130468268607211765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=1130468268607211765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1130468268607211765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1130468268607211765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/strange-days.html' title='Strange Days'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Ro3bEnn-mmI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cob1WNGMgmY/s72-c/prgncy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-7185884771561527581</id><published>2007-07-04T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:37:36.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eternal Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoxnLHn-mlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S7YUx4oqqhk/s1600-h/painpleasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoxnLHn-mlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S7YUx4oqqhk/s200/painpleasure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083551520117398098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a really hard time with this current assignment. It's about opposites. I have to inspire a pleasurable reaction and a painful one with the same item, using either food or clothing. That -was- a clean Eagles jersey, and that's not my blood. I don't feel that guilty, though... it's T.O.'s old jersey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-7185884771561527581?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7185884771561527581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=7185884771561527581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/7185884771561527581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/7185884771561527581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/eternal-struggle.html' title='The Eternal Struggle'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoxnLHn-mlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S7YUx4oqqhk/s72-c/painpleasure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-2293773632722784521</id><published>2007-07-03T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:29:07.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question of What Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoxWq3n-mkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BUx4TO0VOBg/s1600-h/themazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoxWq3n-mkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BUx4TO0VOBg/s200/themazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083533373880572482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I try not to let my circumstance rule me, but I guess I don't have a choice. It sounds like I'm playing the victim, but am I really a victim if I CHOOSE to be in that circumstance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've drawn for five days strait. This is a new record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-2293773632722784521?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2293773632722784521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=2293773632722784521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2293773632722784521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/2293773632722784521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/question-of-what-matters.html' title='A Question of What Matters'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoxWq3n-mkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BUx4TO0VOBg/s72-c/themazz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-4186718948231011163</id><published>2007-07-02T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:31:53.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Quality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RonCkHn-miI/AAAAAAAAACk/qpfWRv-9M0I/s1600-h/scallops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RonCkHn-miI/AAAAAAAAACk/qpfWRv-9M0I/s200/scallops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082807580242123298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that in the pan? My wife made that. Large scallops with arugula pasta. It was resturant quality. Who knew I married a culinary artist.  Yes, I'm bragging. But, I have every right to. She's adventurous in the kitchen. I should be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also drew again today. My fourth consecutive day. I should get some sort of medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RonCq3n-mjI/AAAAAAAAACs/2RAnMCkI1nk/s1600-h/sketch70207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RonCq3n-mjI/AAAAAAAAACs/2RAnMCkI1nk/s200/sketch70207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082807696206240306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was reading the stocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-4186718948231011163?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4186718948231011163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=4186718948231011163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/4186718948231011163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/4186718948231011163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-about-quality.html' title='All About Quality'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RonCkHn-miI/AAAAAAAAACk/qpfWRv-9M0I/s72-c/scallops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-6530566777164997022</id><published>2007-06-29T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:06:08.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Society</title><content type='html'>Some drawings during my reading/drawing visit this afternoon at a local cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXVMHn-meI/AAAAAAAAACE/MKH0DKgkGrU/s1600-h/woman_mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXVMHn-meI/AAAAAAAAACE/MKH0DKgkGrU/s200/woman_mag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081702158739347938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was flipping through a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXVqHn-mfI/AAAAAAAAACM/H-Py0uSdP0o/s1600-h/guy_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXVqHn-mfI/AAAAAAAAACM/H-Py0uSdP0o/s200/guy_eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081702674135423474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was with the magazine woman. He was using a magnifying glass to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXV5Hn-mgI/AAAAAAAAACU/cbyTVm5q5UM/s1600-h/petite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXV5Hn-mgI/AAAAAAAAACU/cbyTVm5q5UM/s200/petite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081702931833461250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman was sitting directly in front of me. They were discussing the demise of her daughter's current relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXWRXn-mhI/AAAAAAAAACc/3eU9GeIzrM4/s1600-h/dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXWRXn-mhI/AAAAAAAAACc/3eU9GeIzrM4/s200/dude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081703348445288978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude kept watching the girls walk by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-6530566777164997022?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6530566777164997022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=6530566777164997022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/6530566777164997022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/6530566777164997022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/06/cafe-society.html' title='Cafe Society'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoXVMHn-meI/AAAAAAAAACE/MKH0DKgkGrU/s72-c/woman_mag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-5617446865510193545</id><published>2007-06-26T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:05:59.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoHhy3n-mdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0aRsCnu_1Eg/s1600-h/lvazquez_ideation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoHhy3n-mdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0aRsCnu_1Eg/s200/lvazquez_ideation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080590118691969490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't had a hardass for a design teacher in a long time. Not to say the other profs at the Academy are 'easy.' This new guy is pretty strict. Which is fine with me. I can handle strict. But, I begin to question the line between being tough to help, and being tough to the point of being unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I missed one specification in a list of 15 required specifications for the first assignment. Now, he gave me a decent crit, but missing ONE specification resulted in a very low letter grade. I thought that was a bit harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a snip from my first assignment... coming up with a concept for a paper clip company, showing the product's utility. I chose to show the product being used on something besides paper, and use a cultural reference at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-5617446865510193545?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/5617446865510193545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=5617446865510193545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/5617446865510193545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/5617446865510193545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/06/hard-lesson.html' title='Hard Lesson'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RoHhy3n-mdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0aRsCnu_1Eg/s72-c/lvazquez_ideation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-1558205991426471622</id><published>2007-03-17T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:43:04.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadowboxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rft-q-jOtSI/AAAAAAAAABw/bUjH_2pxjSI/s1600-h/shadowboxer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rft-q-jOtSI/AAAAAAAAABw/bUjH_2pxjSI/s200/shadowboxer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042763484581770530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been attending weekly boxing classes the past three weeks. So far, I've learned the value of discipline and work ethic. Most of all, I'm fascinated by the confidence &amp;amp; energy involved in the sport. The amount of focus is paramount. I'm trying to find a way to apply these things to design and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a non-artistic activity has repositioned my way of thinking a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-1558205991426471622?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1558205991426471622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=1558205991426471622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1558205991426471622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1558205991426471622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/03/shadowboxing.html' title='Shadowboxing'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rft-q-jOtSI/AAAAAAAAABw/bUjH_2pxjSI/s72-c/shadowboxer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-4910304869818120542</id><published>2007-03-05T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:33:59.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress: XTS Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RezuN8esDnI/AAAAAAAAABg/NkEgC3WUb0w/s1600-h/xtx_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RezuN8esDnI/AAAAAAAAABg/NkEgC3WUb0w/s200/xtx_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038664006461296242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XTS&lt;/span&gt; is a local computer consulting operation. This is actually a redesign of something the client came up with, which had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XTS&lt;/span&gt; in Times New Roman in a hollow circle, with the word 'trust' repeated around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rendered several ideas, trying to come up with a simple geometric solution for security and privacy. I was working with hard angles, boxes, hexagons. The client still wanted 'trust' in the logo somehow. Then I realized... circle of trust. We've all heard that term before. I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XTS&lt;/span&gt; in one circle was too plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much done. Still not sure about the wording at the bottom (which causes a problem of readability when reduced.) Client was fine with this and the no-wording small version. I'm not satisfied with the wording, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-4910304869818120542?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4910304869818120542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=4910304869818120542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/4910304869818120542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/4910304869818120542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/03/work-in-progress-xts-services.html' title='Work in Progress: XTS Services'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/RezuN8esDnI/AAAAAAAAABg/NkEgC3WUb0w/s72-c/xtx_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-3334597139225534660</id><published>2007-03-02T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:44:56.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Work: Doug Boehm Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rezxf8esDoI/AAAAAAAAABo/0qiKuxSFC04/s1600-h/boehm_site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rezxf8esDoI/AAAAAAAAABo/0qiKuxSFC04/s200/boehm_site.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038667614233824898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't really 'new' as it was completed and launched November 2006, but I wanted to mention it because it was a collaborative effort with the client, and has seen a bit of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boehm&lt;/span&gt; is an illustrator and needed a website that showcased his many published works. He knew exactly what he wanted, he just needed someone to put it all together, and consult on what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feasible&lt;/span&gt; on the web. So, I did the legwork, made sure it functioned properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boehm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a lot of positive feedback on his website, and has been linked on quite a few art and illustration hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.dougboehm.com"&gt;http://www.dougboehm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-3334597139225534660?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3334597139225534660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=3334597139225534660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3334597139225534660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3334597139225534660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-work-doug-boehm-website.html' title='New Work: Doug Boehm Website'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rezxf8esDoI/AAAAAAAAABo/0qiKuxSFC04/s72-c/boehm_site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-8705611145170090319</id><published>2007-02-27T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:15:14.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReUBvo-47dI/AAAAAAAAABI/r2vN9jPfafk/s1600-h/breakin_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReUBvo-47dI/AAAAAAAAABI/r2vN9jPfafk/s200/breakin_II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036433676250443218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to see Reno 911 The Movie the other night, and saw the preview for the new Jamie Kennedy movie Kickn it Old Skool, [insert unrealistic comedic plot here] mostly about 80s break dancing. I got to thinking... is there real value in looking to the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always looking to the past for inspiration. Weather it's a Glaser poster from the 60s, or 90s alt-rock, I often look to the past for some sort of influence. Is this a normal thing? Is there a thing as looking TOO much into the past? Is that when it becomes novel, like Jamie's movie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-8705611145170090319?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8705611145170090319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=8705611145170090319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8705611145170090319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8705611145170090319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/02/living-in-past.html' title='Living in the Past'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReUBvo-47dI/AAAAAAAAABI/r2vN9jPfafk/s72-c/breakin_II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-438773335697307864</id><published>2007-02-25T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:33:00.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Principal's Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReO0HY-47cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yaufHiGnYmU/s1600-h/Skinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReO0HY-47cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yaufHiGnYmU/s200/Skinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036066847388659138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday I went to a local high school to meet and coordinate a community fair my company holds ever year. This year, my job is to help a local school district set up their bands and other school clubs to provide entertainment for the fair. I've never done this before. My contact is the assistant superintendent. He wanted to bring the high school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;principal&lt;/span&gt; into the meeting, and have it at his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;principals&lt;/span&gt; office in 15 years. I was reminded of my early high school days. I wasn't really a trouble maker. I just didn't know when to shut up. Freshman &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; years, I was usually in detention. Junior &amp;amp; senior year, I moved, and switched schools. Different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;, new friends... I grew up that year, and never set foot in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;principals&lt;/span&gt; office again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-438773335697307864?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/438773335697307864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=438773335697307864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/438773335697307864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/438773335697307864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/02/principals-office.html' title='Principal&apos;s Office'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReO0HY-47cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yaufHiGnYmU/s72-c/Skinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-7929090387338356659</id><published>2007-02-24T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:19:34.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Work: BeryLicious Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rd_XPwLCLvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2ohqsTySdhs/s1600-h/berilicious_ident.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rd_XPwLCLvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2ohqsTySdhs/s200/berilicious_ident.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034979574052695794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday, I get the call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kissimmee&lt;/span&gt;, Florida. Cafe is opening  next week, and the new owner forgot to call me two weeks ago. Now, they need a new logo. I'm in Pennsylvania, so they describe the place and menu, and I ask the right questions (no fumbles) and accept the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to include the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt; clip art included in the mock-up they sent me (to represent coffee and food.) Thankfully, I was able to persuade them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;detach&lt;/span&gt; from it, if I could come up with a better representation for 'food' ...and 'cafe' is a given that they have coffee. After presenting several options, I thought they'd go for the strait one, but they preferred the top one. I can't wait to visit next time I'm in Florida. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Although, secretly, I just want to see the logo I created on the sign, menu, and everywhere else they use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-7929090387338356659?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7929090387338356659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=7929090387338356659&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/7929090387338356659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/7929090387338356659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-work-berylicious-identity.html' title='New Work: BeryLicious Identity'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rd_XPwLCLvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2ohqsTySdhs/s72-c/berilicious_ident.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-3533212841672981199</id><published>2007-02-23T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:55:40.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Clients</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Why do I sometimes fumble when talking to clients?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rd_TLALCLuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9kTiwkZPpnY/s1600-h/flanimal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rd_TLALCLuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9kTiwkZPpnY/s200/flanimal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034975094401806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was asked recently to quote a website design for a photographer. I would've loved to do the job, however, his needs exceeded my ability. He wanted a website that could be updated on a regular basis, with the ability to sell prints online. I  could've done the job, but the time committment would've been a lot, especially with full-time work, and my summer plans. So, I referred him to an online photoservice instead... thus turning down a job. He appreciated my honesty, but I can't help but wonder if I should've just done it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Flanimals illustration by Rob Steen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-3533212841672981199?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3533212841672981199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=3533212841672981199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3533212841672981199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/3533212841672981199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/02/talking-to-clients.html' title='Talking to Clients'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/Rd_TLALCLuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9kTiwkZPpnY/s72-c/flanimal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-8674419442291340824</id><published>2007-02-18T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:37:10.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReUG64-47eI/AAAAAAAAABU/8lPbc1SD5jc/s1600-h/game_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReUG64-47eI/AAAAAAAAABU/8lPbc1SD5jc/s200/game_night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036439367082110434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Complete with Primo's subs, wine, and four consenting adults playing a board game called Seven Deadly Sins. The dares aren't anything too crazy. It's a combo trivia-dare type of thing. Very fun game, though. I almost won. Almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-8674419442291340824?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8674419442291340824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=8674419442291340824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8674419442291340824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/8674419442291340824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/02/game-night.html' title='Game Night'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReUG64-47eI/AAAAAAAAABU/8lPbc1SD5jc/s72-c/game_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-117169519683080654</id><published>2007-02-17T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:53:16.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2291/460/1600/36531/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2291/460/200/480370/silence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, no one seemed interested in the new direction of my blog. It was discouraging, but I didn't want to give up. So, time to move on with a slightly new direction. It'll still be a venue for my design work, but this blog will be about me, with my raw thoughts. Unfiltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work inspired by Barbra Kruger, of course. This was in response to someone I know saying "I don't care about people shooting each other because it doesn't affect me. As long as me and my family aren't affected." Ignoring and not speaking about social problems are as bad as the problems themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-117169519683080654?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/117169519683080654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=117169519683080654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/117169519683080654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/117169519683080654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-117169728398198865</id><published>2007-02-10T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:28:03.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2291/460/1600/468907/philly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2291/460/200/681657/philly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sent to Philly for a couple of days for an advanced Flash ActionScript course. The course material and instructor were very thorough. Despite the traffic and being sent to north Philly for the hotel, it was a fine experience. I didn't eat anywhere special (unless you count Cosi, which had me addicted to their fresh mozz-tomato sandwich.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of my arrival, after the long drive, I ate breakfast at this tiny diner right next to the building. I ordered two eggs scrambled, toast and hot chocolate. The waitress giggled and said "how coy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-117169728398198865?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/117169728398198865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=117169728398198865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/117169728398198865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/117169728398198865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/02/philadelphia-flash.html' title='Philadelphia Flash'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-1906208068920371072</id><published>2007-01-14T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:50:12.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, No, No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReEj9wLCLwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h6oZ0uqhBLE/s1600-h/lacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReEj9wLCLwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h6oZ0uqhBLE/s200/lacks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035345402187099906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't a complaint about work, but I felt I should share this experience. I was asked to work with a nationaly recognized company to create a small ad campaign for an event they were using our facilities for. We met with them and showed them some of my work. They've held many other events on my employer's property, that I'd been assigned to promote over the past 5 years. I just never formally met them. They seemed to like my work, and I was looking forward to creating something GREAT with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the luxury of time to go through the creative process, and I felt what I came up with was strong and incorporated what was discussed in the initial meeting. To make a long story short, they rejected all of my ideas. I don't take that sort of thing personally, if they had more effective solutions (or criticism), but they didn't. They kept making changes over their own changes. My enthusiasm bled out of the project, and I lost all interest. It became another type setting assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-1906208068920371072?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1906208068920371072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=1906208068920371072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1906208068920371072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/1906208068920371072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-no-no.html' title='No, No, No'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyqDaPGUstI/ReEj9wLCLwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h6oZ0uqhBLE/s72-c/lacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116788851482386708</id><published>2007-01-01T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:58:21.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2291/460/1600/252398/rene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2291/460/200/703665/rene.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a graphic designer, or commercial artist, or what ever title is defining the profession these days. I communicate. Well, at least I try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why is this called 'group therapy?' Well, my new direction for this old blog was to post my design work up, and have my contemporaries critique it. After I got little to no response to my emails, I got discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's back to my 'thoughts on life &amp;amp; art' with the occasional work. Hey, it's better than nothing, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116788851482386708?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116788851482386708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116788851482386708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116788851482386708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116788851482386708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2007/01/group-therapy.html' title='Group Therapy'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116397411770393616</id><published>2006-11-19T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:08:37.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/reid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/reid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, someone needs to be fired, let go, or something. I don't even care who at this point. Our team needs rebuilding, and it needs to start now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116397411770393616?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116397411770393616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116397411770393616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116397411770393616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116397411770393616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-fair.html' title='It&apos;s Not Fair'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116348302399076195</id><published>2006-11-13T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:45:41.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/gloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/gloom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find strange beauty in days like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been like this for a couple of days now. If there was one good reason to live in eastern Pennsylvania, this would be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116348302399076195?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116348302399076195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116348302399076195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116348302399076195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116348302399076195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/11/gloom.html' title='Gloom'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116313767728116064</id><published>2006-11-09T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:47:57.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh Harmonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/7thharmonic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/7thharmonic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I discovered Seventh Harmonic the way I discover most of my darkwave music, through &lt;a href="http://clik.to/indarkfaitheternal"&gt;In Dark Faith Eternal radio.&lt;/a&gt; The reason I love these kinds of bands is because they can't be easily used to sell. They're passionate about what they do.  This band is based in London. &lt;a href="http://freespace.virgin.net/seventh.harmonic/index.html"&gt;Check them out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music itself takes me to places while I close my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116313767728116064?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116313767728116064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116313767728116064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116313767728116064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116313767728116064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/11/seventh-harmonic.html' title='Seventh Harmonic'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116305222197503425</id><published>2006-11-08T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:49:26.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three O'Clock Chai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/3pmchai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/3pmchai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's trendy of me, but I've given up morning coffee entirely for the chai. It also replaces my 3:00 snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116305222197503425?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116305222197503425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116305222197503425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116305222197503425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116305222197503425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/11/three-oclock-chai.html' title='Three O&apos;Clock Chai'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116287792597910834</id><published>2006-11-02T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:38:45.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/frisco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/frisco2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to take our first anniversary trip to San Francisco. I loved the city itself. It was so busy and moving, yet many parts of it seemed so calm and serene. The city is rich with history, and there were times where I didn't even feel like I was in a city. I especially felt that way in the park facing the Golden Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/frisco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/frisco3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't explain the feeling of that moment. I'll try, though. It felt as if everything was fine. This crazy world seemed to make some sort of strange sense. I was 3000 miles away from my problems, and felt like I could tackle and conqure them. I didn't know my wife was taking this photo, but I'm glad she captured that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116287792597910834?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116287792597910834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116287792597910834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287792597910834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287792597910834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/11/san-francisco-love.html' title='San Francisco Love'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116287671648845939</id><published>2006-10-21T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:20:18.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upright Citizens Brigade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/ucb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/ucb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full time work, freelance work and school is really piling on me. Brother-in-law is also getting married next month, so I'm helping out with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see the &lt;a href="http://www.ucbtheatre.com/ny/"&gt;Upright Citizens Brigade&lt;/a&gt; at Lehigh University. It was very funny, but what amazed me most is these people having the talent to create something on-the-spot, while trying to remain funny, AND in front of a large group of people. Now, that's talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116287671648845939?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116287671648845939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116287671648845939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287671648845939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287671648845939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/10/upright-citizens-brigade.html' title='Upright Citizens Brigade'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116287590554248139</id><published>2006-09-22T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:05:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The following is a record of my experiences at the University and College Designers Association Conference in Austin Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/myth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/myth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my first major design conference. I can honestly say I came out of my shell a bit. The  main thing was striking conversations. I didn't want to just stand around as the odd-man out. Ms. Gaddis, T3 president and founder said that this business is all about relationships. I'm proud to say that I talked it up in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/westworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/westworld.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a lot of personal bits and pieces I took from this conference. I learned quite a bit from Elliot Earls, and Michael Walsh. Weather it's trying not to committ a type crime, or following my bliss in an attempt to expand myself, I'll always be reminded that Design Matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you UCDA for a great conference. See you (hopefully) in 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116287590554248139?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116287590554248139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116287590554248139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287590554248139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287590554248139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/reflections-of-austin.html' title='Reflections of Austin'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116287472949637078</id><published>2006-09-20T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:45:29.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Day in Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The following is a record of my experiences at the University and College Designers Association Conference in Austin Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's coming to a close, and I've met some good people. Had lunch at a local joint with some of the guys I met. We were all roughly the same age, all (but one) married, and exchanged stories about work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my last sessions was with Ilene Strizver again. This was more about managing type correctly in InDesign. She's funny, and very pleasant to listen to. It was as informative as her session from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/t3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/t3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.t-3.com/"&gt;T3-The Think Tank&lt;/a&gt; closed out the conference. Redefining creativity was the topic of their talk, and although I typically don't care for ad agencies, I began to slowly understand their function in this industry. I still can't stand advertising, though. I can at least appreciate some of it a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116287472949637078?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116287472949637078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116287472949637078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287472949637078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287472949637078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/final-day-in-austin.html' title='Final Day in Austin'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116287409071428219</id><published>2006-09-19T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:40:47.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Battle in Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The following is a record of my experiences at the University and College Designers Association Conference in Austin Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/bass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The conference's silent auction was very heated. While my battle for the 1984 Olympics Graphics standards poster halted at $15.00 ...the beautiful Saul Bass poster went for $80.00. It really is a beautiful poster. You had to see it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Type-Rules-Designers-Professional-Typography/dp/047172114X/sr=1-1/qid=1162873290/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-5857271-0356055?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Ilene Strizver&lt;/a&gt;'s list of Ten Worst Type Crimes was very interesting. I'm proud to say I was aware of a few, but I leanred about InDesign's glyph pallet, OpenType and the mysteries of optical allignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116287409071428219?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116287409071428219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116287409071428219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287409071428219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287409071428219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/silent-battle-in-austin.html' title='Silent Battle in Austin'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116287254642637453</id><published>2006-09-18T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:35:16.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity in Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The following is a record of my experiences at the University and College Designers Association Conference in Austin Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/crit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/crit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's all about the nitty gritty. Today was such a full day. Creativity session with &lt;a href="http://art.yale.edu/HenkVanAssen"&gt;Henk van Assen&lt;/a&gt; was great. It's purpose was to use the basic principals of design to create a composition using found type from magazines and newspapers (mine says 'west world' in brown type.) After a few more sessions, visited several local agencies including &lt;a href="http://www.t-3.com/"&gt;T3-The Think Tank&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who went on the agency tours all met up at this nice tex-mex place, where I met a few cool cats from Phoenix, and Louisiana. We talked it up all night, everything from gripes about working in higher education, to debating Elliot Earls' keynote speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116287254642637453?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116287254642637453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116287254642637453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287254642637453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116287254642637453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/creativity-in-austin.html' title='Creativity in Austin'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115889941125588352</id><published>2006-09-17T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:49:06.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday in Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The following is a record of my experiences at the University and College Designers Association Conference in Austin Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/walsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/walsh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First full day in Austin. Woke up for the 6:30am Walk &amp;amp; Talk. Met an art director from Illinois who gave good advice on art directing. Also met a designer from a community college in Baltimore with some good info on researching for website re-design. Our walk took us all the way downtown to the Congress Avenue Bridge... where I only saw a few bats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first session was about branding with Michael Walsh of the Visual Arts Press.  He provided a good insight on what they do for the School of Visual Arts. The work was inspirational, and the one thing I learned... you can't be afraid to try new ideas. While that may work for an art college, it's usually difficult to take that approach in a community college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115889941125588352?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115889941125588352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115889941125588352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115889941125588352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115889941125588352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-in-austin.html' title='Sunday in Austin'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115889603273550018</id><published>2006-09-16T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:51:44.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Begins in Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The following is a record of my experiences at the University and College Designers Association Conference in Austin Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/austin_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/austin_view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Conference officially kicked off with a meet-and-greet type of dinner &amp; design show. I came to this conference by myself, and I didn't want my shyness problems to get in the way, so I started talking to the people next to me. I met Kirsten from Illinois and Michael from Kansas. Low and behold... in the middle of Texas, I found another Eagle's fan in Michael. From Kansas no less. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It pays not to be shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an official 'welcome' and a showcase of this year's design competition winners, &lt;a href="http://www.theapolloprogram.com/Pages/bio.html"&gt;Elliot Earls&lt;/a&gt;, designer in residence from the Cranbrook Academy delivered his keynote address. I was looking forward to this since I got the mailers, and he did not disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115889603273550018?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115889603273550018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115889603273550018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115889603273550018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115889603273550018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-begins-in-austin.html' title='It Begins in Austin'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115759929328902833</id><published>2006-09-06T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:24:25.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship Gone Ape Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/tshirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/tshirts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We live in sad times when a person gets stopped by security agents in an airport for wearing a t-shirt with Arabic script. I'm going to re-type that for emphasis: A person was stopped and taken into custody for wearing a t-shirt with Arabic script. Oh, the man was also Arabic, and the message on his shirt was also in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to get into the rediculesness of this situation. It just makes me sad to think you can't even express yourself on your OWN CLOTHING. Case in point, I found this &lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.com/news/2005/10/06/D8D2NNROD.html"&gt;other article&lt;/a&gt; of a woman who got kicked off of an airplane for wearing a t-shirt with derrogatory depictions of Bush, Cheney and Condi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation from this stupid shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115759929328902833?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115759929328902833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115759929328902833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115759929328902833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115759929328902833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/censorship-gone-ape-shit.html' title='Censorship Gone Ape Shit'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115751888105500335</id><published>2006-09-06T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:01:21.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/ricky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/ricky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, this drawing turned out a lot better in person. I tried shooting it with my built in iSight camera. Anyway, been thinking about what I want to accomplish with this blog, because I don't feel it's interesting enough. One blog I found has a person writing an idea a day. Maybe I can do a tiny drawing a day? No matter how bad. Anyway, Ricky Gervais Podcasts are back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115751888105500335?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115751888105500335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115751888105500335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115751888105500335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115751888105500335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/ricky-is-back.html' title='Ricky is Back'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115734570560610926</id><published>2006-09-04T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:55:05.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/baxter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/baxter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was always there, watching. While I was on the computer, or playing video games, or rocking out... he was watching. Just staring with his big beautiful eyes, tail flickering carelessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115734570560610926?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115734570560610926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115734570560610926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115734570560610926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115734570560610926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/09/he-is-watching.html' title='He is Watching'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115697943584866637</id><published>2006-08-30T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:10:35.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Vader Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/V7600B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/V7600B.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was  told by my doctor that I have severe sleep apnea. I'll have to wear a mask to help me breath at night. A lot of things make sense now... my health problems, my 'mind' problems, and to think... all I seem to need is a good night's sleep. Look at this mask, though. I'm pretty sure this is an old school one. I was told the machines are smaller and quieter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115697943584866637?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115697943584866637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115697943584866637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115697943584866637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115697943584866637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/darth-vader-dreams.html' title='Darth Vader Dreams'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115656933146751892</id><published>2006-08-25T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:18:48.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revised Solar System</title><content type='html'>[music: none]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: tired]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/9planets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/9planets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pluto has been reclassified as a 'dwarf planet', which means it's no longer a planet. I'm on the fence with this, since I was raised with nine planets. I guess that's science for you. It allows for change. I'm a bit disappointed, because I liked the idea of a 12 planet solar system. It gave me the feeling that we're expanding. In any case, I guess we're down to eight planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all the text books need to be re-written, planetariums changed, documentaries are out of date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115656933146751892?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115656933146751892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115656933146751892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115656933146751892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115656933146751892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/revised-solar-system.html' title='Revised Solar System'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115648283468081272</id><published>2006-08-24T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:17:59.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Future</title><content type='html'>[music: Last Dance by The Cure]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: tired]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since watching Blade Runner a month ago, I remember being so fascinated by The Future when I was a kid. Even now, I can't help but get a kick out of living beyond the year 2000. I can't imagine what life will be like in 2050. I'll be in my 70s, so I HOPEFULLY will be around for it. I love watching movies that take place in the future. Weather it's cheesy sci-fi or something as strange and captivating as &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/thefountain/trailer1/"&gt;The Fountain&lt;/a&gt;, it'll always hook me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/future.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I played a mean game of racquetball today. While I was searching for a pic to show on 'the future' I found this one from Star Trek. Hah. Is that what we'll really wear to play raquetball in the 24th century?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115648283468081272?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115648283468081272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115648283468081272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115648283468081272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115648283468081272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/into-future.html' title='Into the Future'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115630983859562423</id><published>2006-08-23T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:10:40.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling the Drama</title><content type='html'>[music: Selling the Drama by Live]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: nostalgic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/painting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had my childhood in the '80s, but I was 'growing up' in the '90s. It's where my musical tastes dramatically changed. I went from Slick Rick and Redman to Nirvana &amp;amp; Nine Inch Nails in one summer. I discovered Live, and I was immediately hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of their album Throwing Copper remains one of my favorites, especially because the painting has a somewhat haunting background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their MTV Unplugged performance is one of my all time favorites. It's too bad they never released it. It's been 11 years since that performance, and I'm sure there would be plenty of buyers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115630983859562423?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115630983859562423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115630983859562423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115630983859562423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115630983859562423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/selling-drama.html' title='Selling the Drama'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115579171180563319</id><published>2006-08-17T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:16:16.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music in the Air</title><content type='html'>[music: Waking Up by 10 Years]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: tired]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/10years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/10years.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've known about 10 years since they first came out, but for some reason they didn't speak to me. Maybe I'm finally seeking out that post A Perfect Circle rock sound I love so much. Well, this album has it. I'm sorry to be like everyone else and compare them to APC. Maybe I'll make an effort to write a true critique later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the music snob that I am, I usually stay away from the mainstream (unless a friend really wants me to try something) ...anyway, while on iTunes I noticed a few notable names have some new material coming out. The Killers (finally), Evanessance (sounds great), Audioslave (bleh) and The Roots (the only hip hop I care for.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115579171180563319?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115579171180563319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115579171180563319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115579171180563319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115579171180563319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-in-air.html' title='Music in the Air'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115560808804403089</id><published>2006-08-14T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:40:44.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Scene</title><content type='html'>[music: Jenny was a Friend of Mine by The Killers]&lt;br /&gt;[mood:  inspired]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/merchant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/merchant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had some dinner after work and decided to watch The Office series 2 video diary. I love watching behind the scene documentaries. Not so much the kind where they show you how they created all the special effects and everything, but where they show you the creators in their enviornment, and the crew who all worked together to create something. I always thought it'd be cool to be a part of something like the creation of a show like The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good documentary of that sort is on the Loony Toons Golden Collection Vol. 1, where it takes you behind the scenes of the people behind those great cartoons. I would've loved to been a part of that crew, to be a part of something that's become a classic, and is a part of cultural history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115560808804403089?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115560808804403089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115560808804403089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115560808804403089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115560808804403089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/behind-scene.html' title='Behind the Scene'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115560831121828360</id><published>2006-08-13T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:18:31.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Videodrone</title><content type='html'>[music: Smile Like You Mean it by The Killers]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: amused]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/blooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/blooper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm helping my wife create a video for her parents. I like being behind the camera, but I especially had fun with my wife and bro-in-law doing take after take on the introduction to the segments. A  good way to spend a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shot so many takes that we decided to create a blooper reel as an 'extra' for the dvd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115560831121828360?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115560831121828360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115560831121828360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115560831121828360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115560831121828360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/videodrone.html' title='Videodrone'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115536180554193506</id><published>2006-08-12T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:50:05.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Pitch</title><content type='html'>[music: Rosetta Stoned by Tool]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: okay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/arsenal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/arsenal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1999 Madden Football for Playstation was my game of choice. I wanted something different, but didn't care for the shoot-em-up games. A friend let me borrow FIFA Soccer 2000. I was aware of soccer as an international sport, but never followed it or played it. So, I popped in the game, and chose a team to try out. Arsenal sounded good. Never heard of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of these names... Overmars, Henry, Vierra, Bergkamp. I won that first game, and picked up on the rules of soccer pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I flipped on a sports channel (we get 4 of them) and an English soccer game is on. Low and behold... it's Arsenal. Caught the game late, but it was pretty exciting. They won, of course, and not only that... I was suddenly HOOKED on soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/pumas_rebel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/pumas_rebel3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew they broadcasted Mexican league soccer on Univision, so I tuned in that weekend. I never heard such passionate sportscasting! I couldn't understand a word of it, but if a player got anywhere near the box with the ball they talked faster and louder, the crowd would go crazy (and of course Goooooool!) As I continued watching these games, I noticed they always showed a team called P.U.M.A.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the U.S. National team's journey in the 2002 World Cup. I was very sad when they lost, and since there was a lack of decent Premiership coverage, I couldn't keep track of Arsenal (except the internet), and with no Philadelphia MLS team to root for (and lack of coverage,) I stopped watching soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/RBweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/RBweb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The USA was goiong to be huge in the 2006 World Cup. We all know how that turned out, but I was hooked again. As I understand it, I missed some great Arsenal moments over the years. There are rumors of an MLS Philadelphia team, but I guess I can default to New York Red Bull for now (I drink enough of it) ...I set the TiVo for the P.U.M.A.S. match this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Arsenal... Bergkamp may be gone, but let the good times role again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115536180554193506?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115536180554193506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115536180554193506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115536180554193506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115536180554193506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-pitch.html' title='On The Pitch'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115501434057233256</id><published>2006-08-07T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:19:00.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready Yet</title><content type='html'>[music: Slide Away by The Verve]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: concerned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/WorldTradeCenterPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/WorldTradeCenterPoster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I realized I felt very uncomfortable watching images of 9/11 was when I saw Fahrenheit 911 in the theater. I just didn't like seeing the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lose anyone in the attack, and I wasn't in New York at the time. I don't like 9/11 used in jokes and humorous tones, and I can't stand to see the image of a cartoon Bin Laden used on Flash banners on websites to win XBoxes or iPods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw United 93 a few months back. That uncomfortable feeling came back during that scene in the control tower watching the first plane strike. I was sure I could handle the movie, and I did for the most part. But, I'll never see it again. It was at that moment when I decided I will not watch any movies about 9/11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115501434057233256?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115501434057233256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115501434057233256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115501434057233256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115501434057233256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-ready-yet.html' title='Not Ready Yet'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115489992581810560</id><published>2006-08-06T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:34:50.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen Minutes</title><content type='html'>[music: All Tomorrow's Parties by The Velvet Undgerground]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: good]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Andy Warhol would've been  78 years old. I wonder what he would think of the world today. I wonder what he would think of the 'pop art' filter that's built into the Intel iMac's iSight camera. Well, here's to you, Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/Photo%20141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/Photo%20141.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Lou-Pop"&lt;br /&gt;iSight Pop Art filter&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/bushblah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/bushblah.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mission Accomplished"&lt;br /&gt;digital collage&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/paris_di.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/paris_di.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Paris Hilton Axiom"&lt;br /&gt;digital collage&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115489992581810560?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115489992581810560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115489992581810560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115489992581810560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115489992581810560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/fifteen-minutes.html' title='Fifteen Minutes'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115489429486445351</id><published>2006-08-05T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:35:51.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Town</title><content type='html'>[music: Keys to the World by Richard Ashcroft]&lt;br /&gt;[mood:  okay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/grave.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A recent article in the Morning Call by Bill White about local bloggers, described blogging as the 'karaoke of journalism.' While the article was aimed at local political bloggers, I'm not at all surprised he didn't mention any other type of bloggers.  He goes to mention that many bloggers post anonymously, and carry no professional constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped me realize one thing... I don't care too much about local politics. While this is my soap box, and my posts come to the reader unfiltered, I guarantee they are my genuine opinion, with my name attached. I know there are more of us out there in this Valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115489429486445351?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115489429486445351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115489429486445351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115489429486445351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115489429486445351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-town.html' title='Our Town'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115476191440107977</id><published>2006-08-04T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:11:56.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Space Odyssey</title><content type='html'>[music: Into Deep mixed by Paul Oakenfold]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: enthralled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite science fiction stories all take place in the future. A few in particular include Star Trek and 2001: A Space Odyssey. They explore what life could be like in the future. While many stories take place in an apocolyptic future, I'm more into the ones where imagination is the key ingredient, and the possibilities of what man can accomplish is explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/twins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found an article that talks about two bodies of gas that may either be planets or stars. (For more information, &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/5241774.stm"&gt;read the BBC article&lt;/a&gt;.) It really makes me smile when articles like this show up. It's a reminder that despite all the crazy shit that's happening all over the world, scientists are making discoveries. Technology is advancing, and people are looking ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a recent discovery (and more of these have been coming out lately) ...how can anyone think that we're alone in this universe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115476191440107977?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115476191440107977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115476191440107977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115476191440107977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115476191440107977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/space-odyssey.html' title='A Space Odyssey'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115475875224045304</id><published>2006-08-03T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:20:03.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Details of Our Ending</title><content type='html'>[music: Rosetta Stoned by Tool]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: null]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/Dayafterfilm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/Dayafterfilm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November 20th, 1983... I was six years old, and I sat down to watch a TV movie on ABC called The Day After. That's the only time I ever saw it, but I was very affraid of nuclear war. I  wasn't aware of the politics involved, or how close America may have come in the past, but ever since that movie, I was always affraid of the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older, I learned that 'World War III' would most likely be a nuclear war. The comments made a few weeks ago in the media by Newt Gingrich suggested that America is in World War III. Right away I associate that with nuclear war, and it got my attention. Although I don't agree with that suggestion, I can agree that our world is in chaos, when you consider all the conflicts and violence happening in the world all at once, including North Korea's missile tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be more fear mongering on the part of the Republicans? Who knows. All I know is I'm not a kid anymore. I try to keep myself informed, and I'm not easily scared by what's said on network news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115475875224045304?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115475875224045304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115475875224045304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115475875224045304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115475875224045304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/details-of-our-ending.html' title='Details of Our Ending'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115458105247959688</id><published>2006-08-03T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:57:32.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass it On</title><content type='html'>[music: Cry Little Sister by Gerard McMann] &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Yes, Lost Boys soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: content]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that the Internet provides access to many independent film and video productions. I've seen them both big and small. Every now and then I'm glad to see someone get inspired by someone else's inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/starwars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/starwars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I listen to a podcast called GeeksOn, and they produced an audio-only Star Wars Episode 3 spoof. They were inspired enough to create a funny script complete with familiar sound effects. However, someone ELSE has been inspired to take part of that audio spoof and edit it back into the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I love to see. Somone is inspired enough to take something and invest time and effort into creating something else. I'm quite sure this editor doesn't personally know the podcasters, but they shared a similar vision and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video: &lt;a href="http://www.teengamingpodcast.com/random/Episode3.m4v"&gt;It's in m4u format.&lt;/a&gt; Editing credit goes to  'Chewbaca'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to spread the word on GeeksOn, check out &lt;a href="http://www.geekson.com"&gt;their site&lt;/a&gt;, VERY active forum, and of course, their podcast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115458105247959688?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115458105247959688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115458105247959688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115458105247959688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115458105247959688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/pass-it-on.html' title='Pass it On'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115448865045401594</id><published>2006-08-01T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:17:30.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Max</title><content type='html'>[music: Gone Daddy Gone by Violent Femmes]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: bleh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too hot out. Stay in, have a bag of crisps, and watch an 80s film or two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/just.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/just.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/ferris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/ferris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/teenwitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/teenwitch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/comingtoamerica_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/comingtoamerica_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115448865045401594?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115448865045401594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115448865045401594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115448865045401594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115448865045401594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-max.html' title='To the Max'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115441187478259156</id><published>2006-07-31T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T07:24:33.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Elsewhere</title><content type='html'>[music: Venus in Furs by The Velvet Underground]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: bleh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading different design books for roughly two years now. I've been taking notes and been trying to 'study' what's being said about the craft, method and principles of design. Another thing I try to get a sense of is the author's philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a steady number of elements that seem to be in common in most of these books. That is, they look 'elsewhere' for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/2ndsight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/2ndsight.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently did a poster for a musician who's doing a performance where I work. Since there was no photo to use at the time, I thought a typographic solution would be best. I left several of the layouts on my drawing table. A freelancer who came into my office to ask me something spotted the layouts and said, "Hey, these are niiice... you going David Carson on me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to genuinely like it, and I know she was making a comparison to what I normally produce, but it got me thinking that I've been affraid of what other designers think of my work for so long that I forget that I'm not designing for them. I was by no means offended by what she said. At the same time, I can't help but wonder if I've been going about things the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, swirls up loads of questions that I need to ponder over. Do I really need therapy? What am I really affraid of? Am I kidding myself? Well, so far I've taken a big step and decided to be more open about these types of matters, so I guess that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, let me be inspired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/napali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/napali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115441187478259156?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115441187478259156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115441187478259156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115441187478259156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115441187478259156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/07/looking-elsewhere.html' title='Looking Elsewhere'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115431886896938641</id><published>2006-07-30T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:09:32.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Pop-Art</title><content type='html'>[music: Come Together by The Beatles]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: okay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Andy Warhol exhibit today. I've always liked Warhol's work, but I've always enjoyed his photography a bit more. One thing I'm facsinated with is his rise from commercial artist to becoming one of the founders of pop art. How does one go about creating a 'scene' that influences a generation of artists and musicians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/jackie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/jackie2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wife liked this one at the exhibit. She stated that she didn't know much about Warhol, so I broke it down for her in a short-short bio. Her response was, "He was a graphic designer, then an artist? Well, there's hope for you after all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115431886896938641?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115431886896938641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115431886896938641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115431886896938641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115431886896938641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-of-pop-art.html' title='Day of Pop-Art'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115427432963075639</id><published>2006-07-29T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:50:20.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the Watchers</title><content type='html'>[music: Send Me an Angel by The Dreaming]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: amused]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Eagle's Training Camp in Bethlehem today. I go ever year, and it was the first Saturday that the WHOLE team is there, so I usually go early, so I can get a good spot to watch the practice close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three practice fields all close together. Around the entire area of those fields is a plastic make-shift fence, which is the border between us rabid fans, and the fragile football players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/fence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I understand the need for security in this day and age. I can appreciate such efforts being made because, all joking aside... there are stupid people out there who wouldn't be able to contain themselves while the players are practicing. So, to add to the safety of the plastic fence, there are security personel posted on the other side of the fence. They're armed with walkie-talkies. Seems like their main job is to stop people from leaning on the fence (at one point, I saw a security manager tell his people to make SURE those people do not have their hands on the fence.) Fair enough... the fence is rather flimsey, and you can't have 100 people leaning on it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two guards posted in the area I chose to watch the practice. One of them was fairly large and slightly imposing, and kindly asked certain people not to lean on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/batman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other was a young, skinny kid who took the job pretty seriously. He wasn't exactly imposing while telling GROWN MEN to 'get off the fence' in a dismissive tone. At one point he even caught someone smoking. "There's no smoking here." He said in his underdeveloped voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the whole thing amusing. This kid was given a little responsibility and he took it to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to read about my thoughts on Eagle's Training Camp, check out my Eagle's Fan blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115427432963075639?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115427432963075639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115427432963075639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115427432963075639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115427432963075639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/07/watching-watchers.html' title='Watching the Watchers'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115411183205165388</id><published>2006-07-28T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:44:19.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fania All-Stars</title><content type='html'>[music: Vente con migo by Fania All-Stars]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: satisfied]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/b210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 89px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/320/b210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we were leaving Bethlehem in October of 1986 for San Diego, I didn't realize how life-alterning this change would be. I was 8 years old, and my father packed me, my mom and all the stuff he didn't sell into a late 70s Datsun B-210 and hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/dad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/dad.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My father was all about Puerto Rico, and salsa music. A few tapes in particular were the Fania All-Stars. I didn't know who they were, but my father loved the music, and would ALWAYS play the tapes. We had other salsa tapes, but for some reason, the Fania All-Stars stuck out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years ago today my father passed. I was 11 and while he wasn't able to show me everything, I'm thankful for a few things. He gave me California, he told me to always treat women good, and he gave me the Fania All-Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/fania.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/fania.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the Fania All-Stars website. I'm glad to see it was active, but a photo struck me in particular. It was the cover of 'Our Latin Thing' which is a salsa compilation. For some reason, I can imagine my father being in this photo, complete with conga, moustache and cigarette. This photo conveys an atmosphere of grassroots-ness that I can imagine my father being a part of. He loved nature and salsa. I'm very glad I found this photo today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115411183205165388?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115411183205165388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115411183205165388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115411183205165388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115411183205165388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/07/fania-all-stars.html' title='Fania All-Stars'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-115407208128329541</id><published>2006-07-27T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:35:30.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sounds of Silence</title><content type='html'>[music: wings for marie by Tool]&lt;br /&gt;[mood:  frustrated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 11 years old, (no sooner after my father passed,) I was in bed, in the dark. I couldn't sleep. I was kept awake by the sounds of silence. I could hear every buzz, every creeking noise and every sound I made, no matter how careful I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I complained to my mom about not being able to sleep, so she suggested I turn on my radio. The next night I tried it, and I slept with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that night, I've had to have something on weather it's a TV, stereo or my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it hasn't been working, as I've been having massive sleep problems. I usually run on 3-4 hours of sleep a day, and on a couple of occasions, I didn't even sleep. It was so bad that my doctor had me take a Sleep Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, during my sleep study last night, I couldn't fall asleep. I was finally able to get to sleep, but I'm hoping it was enough for them to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I sleep like her:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/DSC05311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/200/DSC05311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-115407208128329541?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/115407208128329541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=115407208128329541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115407208128329541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/115407208128329541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/07/sounds-of-silence.html' title='The Sounds of Silence'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-116789147453494564</id><published>2006-06-01T00:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:42:32.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>I'm Luis Vazquez, a new media designer working in higher education. In 1996 I earned an associates degree in visual communications from a small tech-school in Arizona. From 1998 to 2001 I continued my design education in a community college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working full-time as a designer since 2001, I was still eager to earn a bachelor of arts in graphic design. In January 2005 I enrolled at the Academy of Art University on-line. Although I'll never be able to live in San Francisco to attend classes, I find the work challenging. Plus, I can always &lt;a href="http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/11/san-francisco-love.html"&gt;visit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is where I share my observations, experiences, art and design work. I also hope to get feedback from my colleagues near and far. More importantly, I want to make connections, open dialogs with others, and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;THANKS RAQUEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-116789147453494564?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/116789147453494564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=116789147453494564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116789147453494564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/116789147453494564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/06/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114645701007445695</id><published>2006-04-30T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:16:50.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>[music: Anything for You - Evanescence]&lt;br /&gt;[mood: accomplished]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation I had Friday with a friend online opened up some very interesting ways to deal with my issues. I have many, and it basically requires me to put everything into perspective and question my reasons, and face truths. I'm glad to say... so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago a book helped me with a lot of my issues. It's worked to an extent, but I still deal with self-doubt when it comes to art and design. Despite those things, I still study. I still look to my design 'teachers' so to speak. I still take my job seriously, and try to put out the best work I can do. I can at least say that I'll know when my time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with friends last night. Been busy most of the week, actually. I didn't have a lot of time to write like I want to, plus keep up the food log, which I will do tonight. In any case, we went to this little Italian place where I had the best white pizza ever. The conversation was ...for the most part... 'best -insert food- you've ever had' ...it's amazing how people will remember the year, and what ever place in the world they were when they had their best sandwich, pizza, ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114645701007445695?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114645701007445695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114645701007445695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114645701007445695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114645701007445695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/simple-plan.html' title='A Simple Plan'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114542013320748051</id><published>2006-04-18T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:15:33.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wife, the Photographer</title><content type='html'>[Music - Snakedriver - The Jesus &amp; Mary Chain]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood - okay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Wife's been taking some photographs lately. Every now and then she gets in these modes where she wants to take pictures. She took a few non-credit courses last year and bought a nice manual camera, so she uses both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm glad for this is because we had this huge discussion on art and how she's not at all artistic, or interested in art, while our best friends (and me) are artists in some way or another. Yet, I think what she's doing is  the tip of an artistic iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm biased, because she's my wife, but I think she has a good eye for photographs. The classes she took were on how to operate a manual camera. I think if she took the next level class, the one on composition, I think she could do even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/DSC05000.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/320/DSC05000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/DSC05005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/320/DSC05005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/DSC05072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/320/DSC05072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114542013320748051?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114542013320748051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114542013320748051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114542013320748051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114542013320748051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-wife-photographer.html' title='My Wife, the Photographer'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114533690072963614</id><published>2006-04-18T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:08:20.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bagged Lady</title><content type='html'>[Music: Broken - Tapping the Vein]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Numb]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunkin Donuts strikes again. I couldn't get my Monday morning mocha because they have a 10.00 minimum charge, and I would've gotten to work late had I stopped at the ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time that DD location has inconvenienced me. As pissed as I was, I felt like launching a complaint to Visa... since it's against Visa/Mastercard policy for merchants to charge a minimum. It defeats part of the convenience of having/using a bank card to pay for things, no matter what amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was, driving to work empty handed, and a little bent out of shape over the whole thing. Should I complain to Visa? Should I complain to the manager? Would it be worth my time &amp;amp; effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remebered the Bagged Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, a few freinds and I were in NYC, walking down Madison Ave... and if I'm recalling correctly, it was 50th or 51st street. We saw a woman laying on the sidewalk, leaning against a fire hidrant, wrapped in nothing but a plastic garbage bag, begging for money. I did a Google search on homeless and mental illness connection. There's a lot of info out there, but the bottom line is... I'll never get that image out of my mind. She didn't look right... she was mumbling, and had her cup out. She literally had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair to compare my life to hers. I'm not going to sit here and say 'well, it could be worse' ...I know it can. It does keep me in check, in a way. Not starting off my morning with my mocha isn't the catastraphe I make it out to be. It serves as a reminder that I have bigger, more important things to devote my thought energy to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114533690072963614?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114533690072963614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114533690072963614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114533690072963614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114533690072963614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/bagged-lady.html' title='The Bagged Lady'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114524952748199132</id><published>2006-04-17T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:52:07.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get Parinoid</title><content type='html'>[Music: Don't You (forget about me) - Simple Minds]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Annoyed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon I'm  waiting to go out,  I'm flipping channels, and I cruise by Fox News. I just happen to catch the host saying that they've got new information on the murder case in Leola, PA (guy killed 6 of  his family members.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, anyone who knows me knows I don't get my news from network news channels, and I particuarly despise FOX News. I wasn't going to go online any time soon, so I figured I'd stay tuned and wait to see the report, after commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they return from commercial, and the dude is back, with this guest woman, and they start talking about the murder in Oklahoma of the 10 year old girl, who's neighbor had her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/1600/3_14_90_guilfoyle_kimberly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2291/460/320/3_14_90_guilfoyle_kimberly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this news woman, her name is Kimberly Guilfoyle (who looks like a Star Trek alien) is talking about this murderer, cannibalism and the fact that it was her neighbor who took this little girl. She goes on about the fact that it was her neighbor... and she gets heated and says, "It's time to get parinoid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw my hands in the air. This is why I despise this network. 'It's time to get parinoid' ...so, am I supposed to be affraid of my neighbors now? Maybe I should get a gun, and the next time a neighbor asks me to help them with something, I'll wave it around and yell at them to get off my property on the very VERY slight chance they could be a cannibal or mass murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I refuse to 'get parinoid' ...but, what's worse... someone who actually takes that shit to heart, means they'll be affraid of me. ME. The only thing my neighbors need to be affraid of is if I found out they're Philadelphia Eagle's fans. I may be over all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114524952748199132?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114524952748199132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114524952748199132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114524952748199132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114524952748199132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-to-get-parinoid.html' title='Time to get Parinoid'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114499230841231980</id><published>2006-04-14T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:25:08.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburban Mist</title><content type='html'>[Music - Soul Kitchen, The Doors]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood - bleh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It thunderstormed for a bit, and then it got PERFECT outside. The tempature was perfect, it was partly cloudy, but it was the evening, so the sun was setting. I walked the dog, she had a field day since everything had been rained on. I can't imagine having a sense of smell 500 times greater than humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about all the little 'suburban hell' things I've seen and read throughout my life... how much suburban life suck and everything. I can understand the 'suburbs' acting as a metaphore for what ever purpose those movies, stories or songs were tyring to express. I just can't relate to that because I grew up in such a place that was a gunfight a way from being an official ghetto. So, the grasser was always greener in those cookie cutter developments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114499230841231980?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114499230841231980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114499230841231980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114499230841231980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114499230841231980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/suburban-mist.html' title='Suburban Mist'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114490077852219145</id><published>2006-04-12T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:59:38.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Advice, New Revelation</title><content type='html'>[Music - Dead Souls - Nine inch Nails]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood - tired]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Wife had her second day of photo taking. She also wants to learn how to re-size photos and post them on her Flickr account. I hope this becomes a regular thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather busy. I like busy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once told an old acquaintance that I had trouble with being blocked creatively. Her suggestion was that when ever I felt blocked, have a cup of coffee. I never followed her advice, because it seemed that I can apply that to anything... if I felt blocked, go jog around the neighborhood, and when I come back, I'll be unblocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my Starbucks morning endeavourers... I'll read a little from a design master, then open my sketch book. I'll be darned if I don't feel a bit accomplished, even if I only took down a few notes during thought process. Then I go to work really charged. Now... I'm not sure if the grande cafe mocha I usually have in my hand has anything to do with this, but... my old acquaintance could've been right all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114490077852219145?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114490077852219145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114490077852219145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114490077852219145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114490077852219145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-advice-new-revelation.html' title='Old Advice, New Revelation'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114480174750976184</id><published>2006-04-11T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:29:07.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Like This (and a rant)</title><content type='html'>[Music: In Your Head - Holly Golightly]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Tired]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just one of those days. A lot was happening, and a lot was coming at me at once. The only saving grace to days like this is that it goes fast. I'm surprisingly tired, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife was questioning my contempt for TV commercials. I told her that 99% of them are annoying, and uncreative. This is similar to my contempt for music videos. I went on to say how all they do is try to play to our cravings and desire products we don't need. Car and beer commercials are the absolute worst, especially during sports broadcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded with asking why I even care. Why does it even bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right, though. I didn't have an answer. I don't know why I care that I hate commercials. Not sure why I put much brain power into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114480174750976184?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114480174750976184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114480174750976184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114480174750976184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114480174750976184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/days-like-this-and-rant.html' title='Days Like This (and a rant)'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114472612912586824</id><published>2006-04-10T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:28:49.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>[Music: Boztik Haze by Thee Headcoatees]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Content]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, been painting for a while now. Everyone says they 'like' my work... but, I'm not sure if it's flattery or if it's genuine. In any case, I've already hit a crossroads again. I enjoyed experimenting with the paints and the other materials, but I want more out of it. I think I'll stick with the charcoal and black and white paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to NYC a couple of weeks ago to see the Whitney Biennial, and although it was disappointing at best... a few works of art stood out, and made me realize that I want to try to work big. All this time I've been working small, but if I can turn out something big... something massive to look at.  A new goal has been set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has told me she'd like to leave South Bethlehem. I'm so happy for her, because it'd be improving her life. She'd be doing something for herself for a change. Some times she talks about it, but this is the first time she sounded sincere. I hope she goes through with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114472612912586824?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114472612912586824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114472612912586824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114472612912586824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114472612912586824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114128048918044961</id><published>2006-03-02T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:21:29.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Your Bliss</title><content type='html'>[mood - bleh]&lt;br /&gt;[music - Flood by Paul Oakenfold]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started painting again. I know I swore I'd never paint again, but it was troubling me for a long time. I think this is the first time in 10 years that I actually feel good about what I'm painting. It's because I've learned a few things over the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about the past, and one thing has remained... my imagination. When I was younger my father was strict. He hit me when I was bad or did somthing wrong. I refuse to say that I was abused, but some of those beatings were a bit excessive. I probably deserved them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is strange, though. I can remember good times. I remember him giving me drawing lessons, about how light hits the drinking glass he was using as an example. I remember a huge easel he had with pastels. This past Christmas, my older cousin told me that he would babysit her when she was little, and all he did was sit by the window of his apartment and draw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I (somewhat) understand his depression over Viet Nam, there were days that weren't so good. There were times he wasn't there for me. Every time he would start to do well for himself, he would fall harder. I was there for it every time... but what did I know? I was just a child. I had friends, and baseball, and crushes on girls, and the beach. That was my bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114128048918044961?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114128048918044961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114128048918044961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114128048918044961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114128048918044961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/03/follow-your-bliss.html' title='Follow Your Bliss'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-114038649243864728</id><published>2006-02-19T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:01:32.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money CAN Buy Happiness</title><content type='html'>Music: Color Me Once - Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say 'money can't buy happiness' ...well, I'm not sure how true that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Friendly's, ordering 2 sundaes because I have a coupon... buy one 3 scoop sundae, get one free. My wife likes the brownie-fudge sundae. She told me it was 3 scoops. So, I present my coupon... which I'm told I cannot use because the brownie-fudge sundae is NOT under the 3-scoop sundae column. Even though it HAS 3 scoops and is 10 cents cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't argue it. I was very upset, though because I haven't had luck with coupons lately. Plus, it was Valentine's Day and I just wanted to get home. Plus, I still had to pay for the other sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started thinking... if I were a millionaire, would I even care that I couldn't use the coupon. Would I even be using a coupon? After all, I was trying to save 5 bucks on a sundae... then again, I put 5 bucks towards Powerball. Sure, total waste because I didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to answer my question... would I care if I were a millionaire. The answer is no. It's only 5 bucks. I know, I can't seriously measure being happy with more money based on my Friendly's experience, but that's where it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider my situation... I'm always low on money and I got bills. Plus, I never buy anything nice for myself. Sure, I'd like a new ipod (last 'nice' thing I bought for me was the 20gb last year) ...new computer, &amp;amp; nicer clothes. I'd like to NOT worry about bills and having to work for 'the man.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, if I were a millionaire, I think I'd obtain some of that happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-114038649243864728?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/114038649243864728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=114038649243864728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114038649243864728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/114038649243864728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2006/02/money-can-buy-happiness.html' title='Money CAN Buy Happiness'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-112183047421516951</id><published>2005-07-19T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:11:38.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Game</title><content type='html'>[Mood - Content]&lt;br /&gt;[Tunes - 24 Years - Claire Voyant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another long vacation away from blogging, I've decided to restart things. I've been keeping a journal offline, but now that I've discovered podcasting, I'll be using this blog primarily to promote my podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once I learn more about what it takes to podcast, I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-112183047421516951?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/112183047421516951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=112183047421516951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/112183047421516951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/112183047421516951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the Game'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-109228416647631570</id><published>2004-08-12T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:31:03.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Day</title><content type='html'>[Mood - Numb]&lt;br /&gt;[Music - This Ascension: Sever]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00am&lt;br /&gt;Wake up suddenly. My room is damp and I quickly look at the clock, then the window. It really was 4am, and it was dark out. My alarm was supposed to go on at 4:30. I'm to pick up Doug &amp; Michelle at 5:20 to get them to the Philadelphia airport by 6:30. Since a major website I'm developing at work goes live today... I must get to work after dropping them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:42am&lt;br /&gt;Doug's 4:30 wake-up call. I inform him I am on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:51am&lt;br /&gt;Stop at Dunkin Donuts to buy two glazed donuts and a large coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:53am&lt;br /&gt;En Route to Doug &amp; Michelle's apartment, when I discover NAPKINS are not included in my donut order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:54am&lt;br /&gt;Make a swift u-turn back to Dunkin Donuts, and (without really noticing) I snappingly ask for napkins. The kid (who I think was Indian) asked, "I have done something wrong?" in reply to being snapped at. Realizing I was snappy over NAPKINS, I smile and say "No.. just forgot some napkins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:14am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Doug &amp; Michelle's. Proceed to Philadelphia Airport shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Philadelphia Airport, quick thank you's and goodbye's are exchanged. Doug &amp; Michelle are off to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:25am&lt;br /&gt;Take I-95 North... what I believe is the way back to Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:33am&lt;br /&gt;After crossing huge bridge into Philadelphia, realize that it was I-95 SOUTH I should've taken, which would've lead me back to I-476 North... which is the way back to Bethlehem. See, it's the whole North-South thing. I took I-95 North to get to the airport, even though I was traveling I-476 South the whole time, before the highway divided. So, after getitng out of the busy airport, I figured... North is the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:46am&lt;br /&gt;Cross huge bridge after figuring out the whole North-South thing, and getting a good look at Lincoln Financial Field and Wachovia center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00am&lt;br /&gt;Traffic congestion on I-476 (Turnpike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10am&lt;br /&gt;Same congestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:52am&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Howard Stern have phone sex with a retarded girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:12am&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with Turnpike traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:49am&lt;br /&gt;Drive past Lehigh University and catch a glimps of Eagle's last practice of Training Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:12am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at work, begin finishing efforts to bring site live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Run into major problems with the Flash map I've been working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:25pm&lt;br /&gt;Raquel calls to remind me to call Lincoln Financial Field to try to get Eagles tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:38pm&lt;br /&gt;Solve problem in FLASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:41pm&lt;br /&gt;Call LFF... got a recording, no closer to tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45pm&lt;br /&gt;Final touches to graphics work for new website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:28pm&lt;br /&gt;Major website begins to go live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:29pm&lt;br /&gt;Doug calls from California. They made it just fine. He loves the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Site continues to go live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:12pm&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very last minute revisions to a few graphics. Site officially live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:13pm&lt;br /&gt;A steady stream of hundreds of errors are reported to my co-worker, the back-end webmaster. The record is NOT broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:24pm&lt;br /&gt;Leave work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Lehigh Pizza for a couple of slices to go, with two bottles of Yeungling (they were out of Rolling Rock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:46pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive home... engage in conversation with the Madre for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:01PM&lt;br /&gt;Crack open a beer, sit back to watch Kill Bill Vol. 2 with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:04 PM&lt;br /&gt;Check email and decide to post to Weblog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-109228416647631570?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/109228416647631570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=109228416647631570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/109228416647631570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/109228416647631570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/08/longest-day.html' title='The Longest Day'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-109020854066112189</id><published>2004-07-19T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:42:20.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding You</title><content type='html'>[Current Mood - Accomplished]&lt;br /&gt;[Current Music - Claire Voyant- Serenade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It works 60% of the time ALL the time." -The Bry Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned alot this week. I've also become inspired to think about drawing again. THINK about it... there is alot I have to consider. To be more specific... I'd like to see what is involved in cartooning, and I'll see where it goes from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Comics was definately helpful. I'm almost done with it, and I can't wait to finish. It talks alot about sequential art, and the inner workings of storytelling through comics. Talk about inspiring. It just made me think about about myself, and made me think about my potential. In fact, this while week was filled with realizing alot of things about myself. I knew this would happen again. This seems to come in spats... learning things about myself, and just being blown away by what I learn (in my own way, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Julia last night and watched Family Guy. I wish they'd bring that back already. Family guy is insanely genius. Why would Fox ever cancel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I visited Raquel at work. She was suprised, although my visit had to be announced. I brought her a yellow carnation... just because. Call me a sucker for romance, I know. She's my love, and deserves a gesture such as that every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night hung out with the Boehms and ate sushi. I've concluded that I like the Philadelphia Roll the most. It's not strait-up Japanese, I know, but it'll do. They should make a Lehigh Valley Roll... consisting of... a piece of perogi, funnel cake, and hot dog. Better yet, they should make a Puerto Rico Roll... filled with fish, tostones, chorizo and rolled with yellow rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw Anchorman (it was viewing #2 for me) and I laughed hard the second time around. I stick to my orginal review... an instant classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have to be honest with you, it smells like pure gasoline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-109020854066112189?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/109020854066112189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=109020854066112189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/109020854066112189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/109020854066112189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/07/understanding-you.html' title='Understanding You'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108874278625322295</id><published>2004-07-01T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:33:06.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Frank Miller</title><content type='html'>[Mood - Ambitious]&lt;br /&gt;[Music - Sisters of Mercy - No Time to Cry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't get to be Frank Miller by drawing a nice picture of Daredevil. You get to be Frank Miller by spending ten years studying Will Eisner and B Krigstein pages and working out for yourself just what makes them good." -Warren Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all it takes, eh? "Hey... I can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... by July 1, 2014 I should be in some how, some way involved in comics. If I decide this is something I really want to go after, then I'm willing to committ the time and effort. I'm still at the stage where I'm not too sure, but I want to give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researching the comics business, I've learned a little on what's involved in producing a comic from the perspective of an editor. There's alot of work involved, and I'll spare the details, but it's overwhelming. I'm not scared off, though. I'm willing to learn and put in my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm concentrating on the basics. I'm trying not to get too saturated with current titles. I'm trying to get my hands on every Planetary book. I started reading Fantastic Four, although I've never been a fan (seeing what Ellis is doing with established superheros these days) ...Astonish X-Men (because of Joss Whedon &amp; John Cassaday) and NYX. That's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I purchased the DC Guide to Writing Comics, by Denny O'Neil. I've learned quite a bit in the first 30 pages. I think I'm off to a good start. I just want to learn the basics of writing before I dive into the actual craft of creating a comic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I've heard about the industry going downhill, comic shops closing, and sales not what they used to be, it hasn't scared me away. I'm genuinely curious about what I can do in this industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no way getting away from graphic design. In fact, I plan on persuing my bachelors degree in design. I also want to write. I've been doing fan fiction for so long (on red flags, please) that I want to go to the next level. Don't care if it's going to be a slow process. Don't even mind so much that my chances of writing for DC or Marvel are a less than slim, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I've learned that you need to work hard and stick to your guns. It  sounds like a cliche, but it's worked for me so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108874278625322295?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108874278625322295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108874278625322295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108874278625322295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108874278625322295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/07/how-to-be-frank-miller.html' title='How to be Frank Miller'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108838727911418618</id><published>2004-06-27T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:47:59.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning...</title><content type='html'>[Listening to: Bauhaus - Stigmata]&lt;br /&gt;[Current Mood: Aware]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Beginning... there was a journal service. In an attempt to find a service that may be stable enough to last more than two weeks as well as create some form of regular feedback, I've come here. I may not stay, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 today. I must say that it's a film that reminds me that I'm very selfish not to care obout these issues before. A conversation I had with my friends after the movie revealed that I'm self-absorbed and only care about what's going on with me. They didn't say this about me... I said this about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years I've tried my hardest not to watch the big network news, or local news. It's all the same shit. First they'll talk about Iraq. Then they'll go down the list... there was a murder, there was a fire, there was a rape, some study revealed some form of food that we've been eating for centuries can now kill us, then weather, sports, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big network news is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what's going on in the world, but I don't want the fear inducing, terror alerting shit that FOXNews puts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do I get my news? Where do I get JUST THE FACTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedian David Cross mentioned going on the Guardian UK website. In the  Fahrenheit 9/11 film, Moore shows an article the BBCNews website carried on a Taliban visit to Texas back in the 90s. Why do I have to go to other countrie's websites to find a just-the-facts news report?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be more political? Probably not. I'll make an effort to be more aware of the news, though. I'm tired of purposly ignoring what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108838727911418618?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108838727911418618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108838727911418618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108838727911418618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108838727911418618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/06/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning...'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108873965141778911</id><published>2004-06-24T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:40:51.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight O'Clock</title><content type='html'>[Mood - Sad]&lt;br /&gt;[Music - Faith &amp; The Muse - Elyra]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine line between learning a lesson and living one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel's aunt passed away tonight surrounded by friends and family. It's a sad thing to think about when you consider the people involved. They spent these past few months helping to make her life comfortable. I wouldn't expect anything less from that family. They loved their sister and showed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is my time to be the person Raquel needs. I need to set myself aside for her and her family. This is the first time she's had to go through something like this, and she's being very strong. I knew she would be strong about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this experience this time around, I've realized that I shouldn't compain so much, and be so negative all the time. I shouldn't let stupid shit bother me, and focus on real problems. Focus on issues that MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I stay true to these things? Time will tell. For now, I'm satisfied with realizing these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108873965141778911?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108873965141778911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108873965141778911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108873965141778911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108873965141778911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/06/eight-oclock.html' title='Eight O&apos;Clock'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108873829874526369</id><published>2004-06-22T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:27:43.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shade: The Changing Man</title><content type='html'>[ mood | Okay ]&lt;br /&gt;[ music | The Dreaming - Thank You ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Day of Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when summer started in early June, the last day of school. It was freedom. Free from books, free from teacher's dirty looks. Free from thought control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop being corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've lost that feeling of freedom. Perhaps I will get a chance to regain that feeling once I have more free time. I'll add it to the list of things I'll be doing throughout the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two cards for Raquel tonight. I just reminded her that I'm there for her during her family's time of need. She's never had to deal with losing someone before. I lost three close family members over the years, and I know from experience that it's an unfortunate part of life, and it may sound cliche, but time does help in dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems strange to think of something all the time when you never gave it a second thought before. Cancer runs on both sides of my family. My aunt died of cancer when she was 22. My uncle had cancer, and beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where I don't really know what to feel. All of those things just swirl through my mind every time I'm in or near that house, or when Raquel talks to me about it. I just know, she's going to need me these next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108873829874526369?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108873829874526369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108873829874526369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108873829874526369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108873829874526369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/06/shade-changing-man.html' title='Shade: The Changing Man'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108873860102980366</id><published>2004-06-18T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:23:21.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers in Literary Paradise</title><content type='html'>[	mood	|	aggravated	]&lt;br /&gt;[	music	|	Claire Voyant - Love the Giver	]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Borders yesterday, in the art section when this woman comes up to me and starts talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in her mid 30s, and had a heavy accent. She asked me if I was in art school, and I told her the status of my design career. She said her husband used to be a designer, but is now in health care. She goes on about how they moved to this country from Mexico City, and now she works as a beauty consultant or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very untrusting of strangers. I always think that if someone comes up to me and just starts talking... that means somethings up. I was being friendly responding, but I couldn't pinpoint why she was talking to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, this guy sitting in the only chair in the art section turns around and asks her what she thought of his hair. He looked like he was in his mid-20s, and he's going on about his hair and skin... but he's also asking me for my opinion on his fucking hair and skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then starts asking her how long her and her husband have been living in the Valley, and how Allentown hates artists, and how bad racism is the further out into the countryside you go. He goes on about how he's Jewish, and how minorities have a bad rep in the Valley. She responds with an observation on how many people in this country don't realize how good they have it, compared to what she grew up with in Mexico City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy starts talking bad about Bush (which I don't give a shit about), but at this point the woman is a bit creeped out by this guy. She politely excuses herself and leaves the section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silently thanked the guy for getting her off my back, but I really wasn't interested in talking with him. So, after a minute or two, I politely excuse myself and head over to the sociology section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later...that woman comes around. "What was that all about? I didn't understand anything he was talking about." She said, and I laughed and shrugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes into it... "My husband and I also help people build businesses on the web. We help people make more income by training them to run their own business online. With the way the economy is today, and job security not so secure anymore, this would be a good opportunity for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it now? Let's see... I'll invest my valuable time to you (someone I don't know) and probably have to invest money (that I don't have) into something I know nothing about (and have no interest in). You know, I wish this opportunity would've came to me BEFORE I decided to work two jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I politely declined her offer, and she actually left me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to do was a little research. It's not often that I meet new people, but why do they have to try to get something out of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108873860102980366?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108873860102980366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108873860102980366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108873860102980366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108873860102980366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/06/strangers-in-literary-paradise.html' title='Strangers in Literary Paradise'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108839234580370332</id><published>2004-05-12T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:52:42.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is an 18 Year Old Swatch</title><content type='html'>[Current Music: Razor Skyline - Rebellion Lost]&lt;br /&gt;[Current Mood: Numb]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid living in San Diego in 1986 I was given a Swatch watch by my father. Now, my father usually didn't give me 'gifts' so this was a big deal to me. I loved that watch. It was a SWATCH, and the face was really cool looking, and the watch band was red with holes in it. It was very cool looking...and it was a SWATCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always careful with it when it was on my wrist. If I knew I was going outside to play, I'd put the watch away for safe keeping. One day in school, I put the watch in my desk before recess. When I came back, it was GONE. &lt;br /&gt;Yes. Someone stole my Swatch watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was. Sad because I wasn't careful enough to take care of the watch my FATHER gave me. A couple of weeks later, I saw someone in class with the same watch... claiming it was a gift. I had never confronted him about it, but my gut feeling told me that it was my watch. I accepted my loss and learned my lesson. But, I never forgot about that watch, and how happy I was when my father first gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I was talking to the Raq on the phone, and she was telling me about some 80s drinking glasses she found on Ebay (you know, those tall drinking glasses available at fast food places, for a movie promotion) ...and it suddenly dawned on me...hm... I wonder if I can find the same kind of watch on Ebay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I try it on Sunday ...and sure enough. I FOUND IT!! It took forever because apparently there are alot of vintage 80s Swatch watches for sale on Ebay. Still, I found the exact same watch! I was so overjoyed, I signed up for Ebay and made my bid... $1.50 (it was actually a set of three old Swatches, which included mine). The auction would be over in 9 hours, and I'd have myself one of the most defining artifacts of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy the rest of the day, so I didn't bother to check because the watches were offered for 5 days with no bids. The next day, I check my email to see how this person wants to be paid for MY watch when... I see two messages... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ebay Outbid Notice" and "Ebay Item Not Won"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset. I felt lost... like I did on that fateful day the Swatch was stolen from my desk. I couldn't believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the winning bidder, explained the sentimental value of the Swatch watch and asked if I can purchase that ONE watch from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has yet to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the souless bastard isn't going to respond, so I guess the great Ebay search will continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108839234580370332?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108839234580370332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108839234580370332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108839234580370332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108839234580370332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/05/happiness-is-18-year-old-swatch.html' title='Happiness is an 18 Year Old Swatch'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108839221603448698</id><published>2004-04-25T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:28:48.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losers of the World</title><content type='html'>Raquel and I are losers. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the Southside Photography Contest and we both didn't get selected for the exhibition. I entered two submissions last year and didn't get in. I only submitted one this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they're that bad. That's quite alright, though. Raquel thinks they're good. In the end, that's what matters. I'm not sure if I'm going to enter next year. It's $15 per entry, and I'm not keen on wasting money. One thing that has come out of this is Raquel's finally taking more photos. She always talked about it, now she's doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she keeps up with it. I on the other hand have not really kept up with it. It's always something I get an itch for once in a while. I used to carry my camera around everywhere (until I landed on it from slipping on my back, but that's a whole other entry).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108839221603448698?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108839221603448698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108839221603448698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108839221603448698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108839221603448698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2004/04/losers-of-world.html' title='Losers of the World'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-108891942529474339</id><published>2003-09-19T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:30:48.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteenth Step</title><content type='html'>"Desperate and Ravenous, I'm so weak and powerless over you." -APC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I finally made a decision to change myself after I got into a huge argument with Raquel over our future plans. She wants to get our own place and get married. I want those things too... but, I only have a part time job that I don't want to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, she wants me to get any full-time job, and I can't do that. I need to be happy where I work. The industry is shitty right now, and I have tried to get a couple of interviews (even went to one) but, it sucks out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument got heated, and she said some hurtful things... that were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I had to take action with myself, be more positive about our relationship, be more motivated to finish what I start, and to have confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the path to the new me is a bit rocky, but I knew it wouldn't be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I want to go back to school. I want to get my bachelor of fine arts and start being a contender for the higher paying jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my job situation...well, as hard as a decision this is, I guess I should find another part time job. I don't want to quit my job by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about the new APC album....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a work of beautiful art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-108891942529474339?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/108891942529474339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=108891942529474339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108891942529474339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/108891942529474339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2003/09/thirteenth-step.html' title='Thirteenth Step'/><author><name>L.G. Vazquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02554555409146804382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://luisishere.googlepages.com/small1_06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457609.post-112218392013650040</id><published>2001-02-11T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:45:20.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>[Current Mood - Good]&lt;br /&gt;[Current Tunes - Wampscut - Thorns]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 10, 2001 marks the first ever Anti-Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea was concieved by Alanna who's fiance is in the Army (and will be for V-day), and was shared by me, and a Juilia who's significant other is in a whole other country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started off with a trip to Don Pablos to check out the waitresses (waiters in my friend's case) ...now, we were supposed to go to the Olive Garden, but someone didn't feel like eating Italian (even though I'd looked forward all week) plus...  Alanna wasn't aware of the change of location because the message I left was erased. I felt bad, but we met up w/ her at her house and celebrated Anti-Valentine's day with movies such as High Fidelity and 2 Mystery Science Theater 3000 movies... perfect Anti-Valentine's mindfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With occasional visits by cats, popcorn and the mid movie chatter, it was a fun night, and I got to meet someone new. She was Alanna's friend and was cool and made us laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. Anti-Valentine's Day, for those of you who can't be with their significant other...or don't have a significant other to be with in the first place, I give you a day for us. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457609-112218392013650040?l=luisishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/feeds/112218392013650040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457609&amp;postID=112218392013650040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/112218392013650040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457609/posts/default/112218392013650040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luisishere.blogspot.com/2001/02/anti-valentines-day.html' title='Anti-Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>L.G. 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