I'm beginning to see the light. I'm a believer. I'm alive. I'm into something good. I'm leaving on a jet plane. I'm every woman. I'm not afraid of anything. I'm on to you. I'm only happy when it rains. I'm walking on sunshine. I'm the only one. I'm too sexy. I'm still standing. I am a rock. I'm like a bird. I'm no angel. I am the walrus. I'm easy like Sunday morning. I'm just a singer in a rock & roll band. I'm a daughter, sister, mother. I'm gonna be starting something. I am unfinished on a lot of things. I am not as strong as you think. I'm not kidding. I'm a green eyed girl. I'm finding beauty in hidden places. I'm counting my lucky stars. I am a freak for amazing architecture. I am the girl next door. I am my mother's daughter. I am totally in love with my three girls. I am into you. I am what I am. I'm a girl living in the Windy City and loving it. I am that girl.
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Happy Fourth of July
— ~ Chinese Proverb
Buddha statue in forest Pak Shong, Thailand
The Cloud by Richard Clarkson is an interactive lamp and speaker system, designed to mimic a thundercloud in both appearance and entertainment. Using motion sensors the cloud detects a user’s presence and creates a unique lightning and thunder show dictated by their movement. The system features a powerful speaker system from which the user can stream music via any Bluetooth compatible device. Using color-changing lights the cloud is able to adapt to the desired lighting color and brightness. The cloud also has alternative modes such as a nightlight and music reactive mode.
the-sf-lovely: Chicago River | Chicago, Illinois
Chicago is Pulaski At Night by Andrew Bird. Chicago is fireworks off Navy Pier, watching them from 21 floors up in a condo off the river. Chicago is the wine cafe that plays French music near the Columbus Street Bridge. Chicago is June 2011, leaving behind a broken relationship. It is reading in a park about love. Chicago is August 2011, moving back to Austin to finish school. It is the swaying boats docked off Lakeshore drive. It is standing in line for Garretts popcorn with Stephanie, playing tourist. It is the sweet and spicy drinks at Mercadito, and the ahi tuna tacos in Bucktown. It is visiting in February when it is cold and the wind sucks the air from your lungs, your bones. Chicago is the kayakers during the summer, East of the river. It is walking to Chicago and State for yoga class, and walking back from it. It is heat and humidity in the summer, and snow in December. Chicago is the spinach and artichoke dip with rosemary pita bread at Sweet Water. It is the squeal of metal wheels on tracks at State and Lake. It is packing moving boxes with my grandmother, three years from my first summer in the city, and staring at the night view 46 floors above the sidewalks. It is sitting next to the window at the condo and looking at the tiny lights and the tiny people, and hearing my mothers voice through the phone, be good to yourself. Chicago is Millennium park and taking photos, and capturing my reflection on the bean, and immortalizing that moment, saying goodbye, goodbye Chicago. Chicago is both a beginning and an end. Both have been beautiful to me.