Jenny and Tyler

You Can Count on Me.... Like 1, 2, 3

Doodling in Math Class

Shout Your Love from the Rooftops

She's a very special lady with a very special mission :)

http://www.wbez.org/blog/mission-amy-kr/2011-02-07/mission-60-shout-your-love-rooftops-81901

Shout Your Love from the Rooftops

She's a very special lady with a very special mission :)

Would YOU shout your love from the rooftops?

The Jetset Life is Going to Kill You

Let's just say that sledding is an extremely dangerous sport, and you shouldn't slide down a hill on your face.

I Missed You

Why are you so far from me?

In my arms is where you ought to be

How long will you make me wait?

I don’t know how much more I can take

I missed you

But I haven’t met you

Oh how I want to

How I do

Slowly counting down the days

Till I finally know your name

Ooo the way your hand feels round my waist

The way you laugh

The way your kisses taste

I missed you

But I haven’t met you

Oh how I want to

How I do, How I do

I missed you

But I haven’t met you

Oh how I missed you

I haven’t met you

Oh but I want to

Oh how I want to

Do you ever hear my name?

I’m still waiting patiently.

Confession of the Day

I'm obsessed with Ellie Goulding.

I have no idea what her background is, how old she is, or even how many cds she's recorded.

It's pathetic.

But I'll just let you listen.






Thank you, Alexander Hermes. You're awesome.

Micro.....

Oh, school. That wonderful institution of learning at which all are enlightened. How can you help but adore it?

Yeah right. Even I’M not that weird.

Sure, school is awesome. I do love learning, I love the people, and I love the atmosphere. But let’s be honest: if it’s a choice between lots of hard work and boredom, and endless amount of free-time, who chooses Numero Uno?

No one, that’s who. Really, it’s quite sad. The whole point of general education class requirements in a college degree plan is, actually, to ‘enlighten’ those who take them. It’s to give every college student a basic, well-rounded, functional knowledge of the plethora (yes, PLETHORA) of life concepts that affect and mold our lives, whether we are aware of them or not.

Take Microeconomics: Not many people enjoy a 3 hour lecture on how trade, markets, supply and demand, and equity all tie together into a respected branch of the social sciences. And in many people’s minds, economics = money. Simple as that. We’re just going to the ignore ‘micro-,’ whatever it stands for.

In practicality, microeconomics determine how much you pay for a roll of toilet paper, how much you get paid at your day job (your night job, too!), and how long it will take you to pay off the loan on your car.

It seems obvious to me, then, that microeconomics is a pretty big part of my life, and that it would be both beneficial and interesting (gasp) for me to know a little bit more about the concept.

Am I the only one?

17 Again...and Again...and Again

I finally watched "17 Again"....again. It's been months, but I'm glad to find out it's just as funny as it was the first time! Here are the quotes I took from it:

Naomi: "Come on, you'll do great. You've got the butt of a twelve year old boy."

Mike: "Would you stop staring at me?"
Ned: "It's freaking me out."
Mike: "It's freaking ME out! I'm pubescent!"

Ned: "Okay so it's a classic transformation story. It appears in the literature time and time again. Were you at any point shot by a gamma ray?"
Mike: "No."
Ned: "Exposed to gamma radiation?"
Mike: "NO, Ned."
Ned: "Because...you wouldn't see it. That eliminates these and those and most of that side. Are you now or have you ever been a Norse god, vampire, or time-traveling cyborg?"
Mike: "I've known you since, what, first grade? I think maybe I would have TOLD you."
Ned: "A vampire wouldn't tell. A cybog wouldn't know."
Mike: "Just shut up."

Ned: "What is this you're wearing?"
Mike: "This is cool. This is hip. I have a picture of Kevin Federline wearing the exact same thing."
Ned: "I don't know who that is."
Mike: "What are you wearing? I told you show up like a dad. You look like Clay Aiken."

Mike: "Are you sure these look legit?"
Ned: "Oh yeah. Look who you're talking to. I'm the guy who invented the software that prevents people from stealing music. I also invented the software that helps people steal music, but that's a happy coincidence."

Ned: "I think our hands just made a baby."

Ned: "Did you see her undress me with her eyes?"
Mike: "I don't think that's what that was."

Ned: "We're going shopping."
Mike: "Really?"
Ned: "Yeah. Your shirt is bedazzled."
Mike: "Bedazzled with rhinestones."

Jaime: "If that boy were an apple, he'd be a Delicious."

Mike: "According to leading psychiatrists, Stan's a bully for one of three reasons. One: Underneath all of that male bravado there's a little girl banging on the door of the closet trying to get out. Two: Like a caveman, Stan's brain is underdeveloped. Therefore, Stan is unable to use self-control. And so he acts out aggressively. And the third reason: Stan has a small wiener."

Mike: “He’s right. I don’t need one. You know why I don’t need one? Because there’s no one I’m in love with. It’s called “making love,” isn’t it? Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I think that means you do it with someone you love. And preferably when you’re married. You know, when you’re ready to take that love and turn it into a baby. Because that’s what love is. It’s that first moment when you hold your baby girl and you didn’t know that anything could be small or so delicate. And you feel that tiny heart beat and you know that you couldn’t love anything more in the whole world. And you hope that you can do right by that little girl and always be there to catch her when she falls, and that nothing ever hurts her, not a broken arm or a bad dream or a broken heart.”

Ned: "Busted for fighting. Nice. Who won?"
Mike: "You know, it was actually pretty even."
Ned: "Really? On YouTube it kinda looked like you got your ass kicked. I saw it a couple times."

Mike: "What are you wearing?"
Ned: "Hm? Beckham."
Mike: "No, what?"
Ned: "Oh, the clothes. Oh, right. To the untrained eye, I look like a total idiot."
Mike: "You do, in fact."

Alex: "Do you dance with all your friends' moms?"
Mike: "Pretty much."

Mike: "Carnations. What a douche bag."

Mike: "If you girls don't respect yourselves, then how do you expect anyone else to respect you?"
Jaime: "You don't have to respect me."
Lauren: "No, you don't have to respect ME."
Samantha: "You don't even have to remember my name."
Lauren: "Wow, that's slutty."
Mike: "This is some other dad's problem."

Mike: "You might have to meet a few more jerks. But one day you're going to meet a boy who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Like the sun rises and sets with you."

Maggie: "Are you confused?
Mike: "I am very confused, yes. Extremely confused."
Maggie: "Oh, my god. I get it now. And your hair is always perfectly coiffed and you have highlights."
Mike: "What are you talking about?"
Maggie: "I mean, dude, your jeans are REALLY tight."
Mike: "I'm not gay!"

Jane: "I am the principal, and I cannot be seen with my students' parents."
Ned: "But, Jane, how can you be seen with me when I'm wearing...a cloak of invisibility? Jane, all I'm asking is a chance for us to be friends. Because you're the one I want by my side when I'm storming the Elvish Castle of Ganakinesh."
Jane: "You can plunder my dungeon any time."
Ned: "I'll bring my long-bow."

Who Are You When I'm Not Looking?

My oh my, you're so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all you're cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking

Do you pour a little something on the rocks
Slide down the hallway in your socks
When you undress, do you leave a path
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath

My oh my, you're so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all you're cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

Do you break things when you get mad
Eat a box of chocolate cause you're feeling bad
Do you paint your toes 'cause you bite your nails
And call up mama when all else fails

Who are you when I'm not around
When the door is locked and the shades are down
Do you listen to your music quietly
And when it feels just right are you thinking of me

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

My oh my, you're so good looking
But who are you when I'm not looking

New URL

I plan on changing the URL of my blog sometime in the near future, but I wanted to give you guys a fair warning ahead of time.

The new, but as of yet non-existent, URL will be www.butterfliesandmemories.blogspot.com.

The House That Built Me

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it's like I'm someone else. I thought that I might find myself. If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave. I won't take nothing but a memory, from the house that built me.

Me-Shirts

This week, I happened upon many, many t-shirts which I would be proud to wear. As a college student, I feel it my right, née my duty, to display such fashion brain-children for the world to see. This one ------>
needs no explanation.














We move on to the band section, with Adam Young and his alter genius Owl City representing.
Note that this is indeed the last pressing of this shirt. However, I trust the majority of you can manipulate a iron effectively and will therefore not become downheartened.







That WAS a joke.

And for the grand finale, everyone's favorite, the dashing (fake) literary hero, Fitzwilliam
!!!!!!!

*wild applause*

The end.

Meredith Schlabach Photography

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Love:

Hollywood - Michael Buble

The Eternal Flame of Muslim Outrage

by Michelle Malkin
Creators Syndicate
Copyright 2010

Shhhhhhh, we’re told. Don’t protest the Ground Zero mosque. Don’t burn a Koran. It’ll imperil the troops. It’ll inflame tensions. The “Muslim world” will “explode” if it does not get its way, warns sharia-peddling imam Feisal Abdul Rauf. Pardon my national security-threatening impudence, but when is the “Muslim world” not ready to “explode”?

At the risk of provoking the ever-volatile Religion of Perpetual Outrage, let us count the little-noticed and forgotten ways.

Just a few months ago in Kashmir, faithful Muslims rioted over what they thought was a mosque depicted on underwear sold by street vendors. The mob shut down businesses and clashed with police over the blasphemous skivvies. But it turned out there was no need for Allah’s avengers to get their holy knickers in a bunch. The alleged mosque was actually a building resembling London’s St. Paul’s Cathedral. A Kashmiri law enforcement official later concluded the protests were “premeditated and organized to vitiate the atmosphere.”

Indeed, art and graphics have an uncanny way of vitiating the Muslim world’s atmosphere. In 1994, Muslims threatened German supermodel Claudia Schiffer with death after she wore a Karl Lagerfeld-designed dress printed with a saying from the Koran. In 1997, outraged Muslims forced Nike to recall 800,000 shoes because they claimed the company’s “Air” logo looked like the Arabic script for “Allah.” In 1998, another conflagration spread over Unilever’s ice cream logo — which Muslims claimed looked like “Allah” if read upside-down and backward (can’t recall what they said it resembled if you viewed it with 3D glasses).

Even more explosively, in 2002, an al-Qaida-linked jihadist cell plotted to blow up Bologna, Italy’s Church of San Petronio because it displayed a 15th century fresco depicting Mohammed being tormented in the ninth circle of Hell. For years, Muslims had demanded that the art come down. Counterterrorism officials in Europe caught the would-be bombers on tape scouting out the church and exclaiming, “May Allah bring it all down. It will all come down.”

That same year, Nigerian Muslims stabbed, bludgeoned or burned to death 200 people in protest of the Miss World beauty pageant — which they considered an affront to Allah. They shouted, “Allahu Akbar!” And “Down with beauty!” And “Miss World is sin!” Contest organizers fled out of fear of inflaming further destruction. When Nigerian journalist Isioma Daniel joked that Mohammed would have approved of the pageant and that “in all honesty, he would probably have chosen a wife from among them,” her newspaper rushed to print three retractions and apologies in a row. It didn’t stop Muslim vigilantes from torching the newspaper’s offices. A fatwa was issued on Daniel’s life by a Nigerian official in the sharia-ruled state of Zamfara, who declared that “the blood of Isioma Daniel can be shed. It is abiding on all Muslims wherever they are to consider the killing of the writer as a religious duty.” Daniel fled to Norway.

In 2005, British Muslims got all hot and bothered over a Burger King ice cream cone container whose swirly-texted label resembled, you guessed it, the Arabic script for “Allah.” The restaurant chain yanked the product in a panic and prostrated itself before the Muslim world. But the fast-food dessert had already become a handy radical Islamic recruiting tool. Rashad Akhtar, a young British Muslim, told Harper’s Magazine how the ice cream caper had inspired him: “Even though it means nothing to some people and may mean nothing to some Muslims in this country, this is my jihad. I’m not going to rest until I find the person who is responsible. I’m going to bring this country down.”

In 2007, Muslims combusted again in Sudan after an infidel elementary school teacher innocently named a classroom teddy bear “Mohammed.” Protesters chanted, “Kill her, kill her by firing squad!” and “No tolerance — execution!” She was arrested, jailed and faced 40 lashes for blasphemy before being freed after eight days. Not wanting to cause further inflammation, the teacher rushed to apologize: “I have great respect for the Islamic religion and would not knowingly offend anyone, and I am sorry if I caused any distress.”

And who could forget the global Danish cartoon riots of 2006 (instigated by imams who toured Egypt stoking hysteria with faked anti-Islam comic strips)? From Afghanistan to Egypt to Lebanon to Libya, Pakistan, Turkey and in between, hundreds died under the pretext of protecting Mohammed from Western slight, and brave journalists who stood up to the madness were threatened with beheading. It wasn’t really about the cartoons at all, of course. Little-remembered is the fact that Muslim bullies were attempting to pressure Denmark over the International Atomic Energy Agency’s decision to report Iran to the UN Security Council for continuing with its nuclear research program. The chairmanship of the council was passing to Denmark at the time. Yes, it was just another in a long line of manufactured Muslim explosions that were, to borrow a useful phrase, “premeditated and organized to vitiate the atmosphere.”

When everything from sneakers to stuffed animals to comics to frescos to beauty queens to fast-food packaging to undies serves as dry tinder for Allah’s avengers, it’s a grand farce to feign concern about the recruitment effect of a few burnt Korans in the hands of a two-bit attention-seeker in Florida. The eternal flame of Muslim outrage was lit a long, long time ago.

The Art of Howard David Johnson

"Brigit, Gaelic Goddess of Poetry"

"Queen Cinderella"

"The Lady of Shallott"

"If I Die Young"

Sopapilla Cheesecake

Ingredients:
8 oz Kraft Philadelphia Cream Cheese (Softened)
1 cup sugar
1 Tbsp vanilla
2 cans Pillsbury Crescent Rolls
1 stick butter
2 Tbsp sugar combined with 1/4 tsp. ground cinnamon

Beat cream cheese, sugar and vanilla in a bowl with a mixer. Set aside. Unroll and press 1 can of crescent roll dough in bottom of 13x9" glass baking dish. Spread cream cheese mixture on top evenly. Arrange second can of crescent roll dough on top of mixture to cover cream cheese. Melt stick of butter in microwave. Pour butter on top of crescent rolls. Sprinkle cinnamon-sugar mixture over all. Bake at 350 degrees for 35 minutes in preheated oven.

It's best warm, but I have eaten it cold (for breakfast) as well. The cream cheese, sguar, and vanilla mixture also works well as a fruit dip.

Like We Used To

Recipe for Catharsis

Problem: Anger with one or more parties

Solution: Take 1 best friend (preferably male) and have him describe in excruciating, thrilling detail how he will proceed to beat up and render penitent the object of said anger.

It works.

Mirror-Touch Synesthesia

http://health.howstuffworks.com/mental-health/human-nature/perception/synesthesia.htm

Perhaps you've seen someone bump their head or stub a toe and thought, "That had to hurt." Well, for some people, watching such an event actually does hurt. An unknown number of people have mirror-touch synesthesia, a condition that causes them to feel the touches that they see others receive. For example, if a mirror-touch synesthete sees someone touched on the cheek, she will feel as if her own cheek has been touched.

Photographer: Geotrac/Agency: Dreamstime ­A mirror-touch synesthete could feel pain from watching someone receive a shot.

Like the name implies, there is a mirror effect involved. Say a mirror-touch synesthete is standing opposite someone. If the non-synesthete is hit in the right arm, the synesthete will feel it in her left arm. If the two are standing next to each other, contact with the non-synesthete's right arm will be felt in the synesthete's right arm.

Mirror-touch synesthesia is believed to be caused in part by mirror neurons, which produce an extremely developed sense of emotional empathy. Mirror neurons activate when an individual is performing an activity or, to a lesser extent, when an individual is watching someone perform an activity. People who have mirror-touch synesthesia have very active mirror neurons, meaning that the effect is greatly enhanced. They not only empathize with the pain of others -- often it feels to synesthetes as if the pain is also being applied to them as well.

Besides feeling the pain and touches of others, mirror-touch synesthetes often are very in touch with the feelings of others. Many claim no understanding of how people can laugh at others' misfortune, and action and horror movies are too unbearable to watch.

In 2003, Sarah Jane-Blakemore, a cognitive neuroscientist at­ University College London, was giving a lecture during which she mentioned that she had heard that some people could feel contact, such as a pinch, that they only observed. A 39-year-old woman at the event responded that she thought all people experienced that. For her entire life, this woman hadn't known that her mirror-touch synesthesia was unusual. Researchers later discovered that 11 of the woman's relatives had another type of synesthesia known as color-grapheme synesthesia.

Recent studies have shed more light on the phenomenon, including one published in the June 2007 issue of the journal "Nature Neuroscience." The study, performed by UCL researchers Jamie Ward and Michael Banissy, used brain scans, touch tests and questionnaires to detect mirror-touch synesthesia in 10 subjects. Brain scans showed hyperactivity in certain areas of the brain when mirror-touch synesthetes saw someone being touched. In touch tests, supposed mirror-touch synesthetes more often mistook observed touch for having the touch applied to themselves.

Further research about mirror-touch synesthesia could lead to discoveries about other empathy-related conditions such as schizophrenia, Asperger's syndrome and autism. For example, one symptom of autism is difficulty understanding the emotions of others. Learning why some people are highly sensitive to others' emotions could teach us more about those who aren't.

At its most basic level, synesthesia is a mixing of the senses. The term derives from the Greek words "syn" (together) and "aesthesia" (sensation). There are four main types of synesthesia, but even these can be difficult to separate or may be found together in one person.

• Color-grapheme synesthesia - colors are associated with numbers, words or letters
• Sound-color synesthesia - sounds are associated with colors
• Word-taste synesthesia - words are associated with tastes
• Taste-touch synesthesia - tastes are associated with physical sensations

In some cases, people also associate letters or words with colors and qualities. For example, the letter 'E' could be red, jagged and powerful. Some synesthetes also cite letters, months or days of the week as having three-dimensional qualities.

©2007 HowStuffWorks Someone with color-grapheme synesthesia may associate a color with each letter of the alphabet.

Despite various hypotheses, the causes of synesthesia are still unknown, though it's believed to have a hereditary association. Researchers believe that it's found in one out of every 100 or 200 people and is more common in women and left-handed people.

Like the mirror-touch synesthete who thought everyone was like her or people who go years without knowing that they are color-blind, some synesthetes may not even think they're different at all. That may especially be true for developmental synesthetes, those who have had synesthesia all their lives. Others can develop what's known as acquired synesthesia, which can be caused by drug use or brain injuries.

Learn More Science Channel: Famous Synesthetes

­For those who have it, synesthesia can be useful. Synesthetic associations can boost memory abilities, and numerous artists, musicians, writers and other creative types have cited their synesthesia as an important component in their work. While some famous suspected synesthetes haven't been confirmed, here are some prominent people who have or had synesthesia:

• Duke Ellington (jazz musician)
• Richard Feynman (physicist, Nobel Prize winner)
• David Hockney (painter)
• Wassily Kandinsky (painter)
• Franz Liszt (composer, conductor, pianist)
• Vladimir Nabokov (writer, lepidopterist)
• Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov (composer)
• Pharrell Williams (musician, producer)

All the Faint Lights

The Thirteenth Tale

(Summary from the inside cover)

"All children mythologize their birth...So begins the prologue of reclusive author Vida Winter's collection of stories, which are as famous for the mystery of the missing thirteenth tale as they are for the delight and enchantment of the twelve that do exist.

The enigmatic Winter has spent six decades creating various outlandish life histories for herself -- all of them inventions that have brought her fame and fortune but have kept her violent and tragic past a secret. Now old and ailing, she at last wants to tell the truth about her extraordinary life. She summons biographer Margaret Lea, a young woman for whom the secret of her own birth, hidden by those who loved her most, remains an ever-present pain. Struck by a curious parallel between Miss Winter's story and her own, Margaret takes on the commission.

As Vida disinters the life she meant to bury for good, Margaret is mesmerized. It is a tale of gothic strangeness featuring the Angelfield family, including the beautiful and willful Isabelle, the feral twins Adeline and Emmeline, a ghost, a governess, a topiary garden and a devastating fire.

Margaret succumbs to the power of Vida's storytelling but remains suspicious of the author's sincerity. She demands the truth from Vida, and together they confront the ghosts that have haunted them while becoming, finally, transformed by the truth themselves.

The Thirteenth Tale is a love letter to reading, a book for the feral reader in all of us, a return to that rich vein of storytelling that our parents loved and that we loved as children. Diane Setterfield will keep you guessing, make you wonder, move you to tears and laughter and, in the end, deposit you breathless yet satisfied back upon the shore of your everyday life."

This is the second time I've read this book, and the intrigue was just as mesmerizing the second time around. It's strange, but the best, most interesting strange I've ever read.