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yvynyl</description><title>stuff &amp; things</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @steffaloo)</generator><link>http://steffaloo.com/</link><item><title>well, it goes without saying that i am beyond excited to be a...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://steffaloo.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/1077172572/tumblr_l8c5rhZ1Ut1qbai33&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, it goes without saying that i am beyond excited to be a part of this song!  mikey is undoubtedly one of the best out there, which is only evident in the constant outpour of fantastic tracks he gives our ears.  i had so much fun with this song and look forward to more great collabs in the future! &lt;span&gt;♥  you’re the best mikey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byebyeblackbirdmusic.tumblr.com/post/1076350621/blackbird-blackbird-starlight-feat-steffaloo" target="_blank"&gt;byebyeblackbirdmusic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Blackbird Blackbird - Starlight (Feat. Steffaloo)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="500" width="500" src="http://a.imageshack.us/img718/8775/starlightartwork.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This track is a collaboration featuring the wonderful voice of Steffaloo (a.k.a. Tim from Smoke Don’t Smoke’s sis). She turns this song into pure magic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mp3 // &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yx58y7ts5i6tjfl" target="_blank"&gt;Blackbird Blackbird - Starlight (Feat. Steffaloo)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1077172572</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1077172572</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 13:27:00 -0700</pubDate><category>blackbird blackbird</category><category>steffaloo</category><category>music</category><category>song</category><category>starlight</category><category>collab</category><category>art</category></item><item><title>i’ve been trying to write something for days, not knowing what it really is that seems to be...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i’ve been trying to write something for days, not knowing what it really is that seems to be trying to get out. so i’ve been reading a lot of books. i’ve been reading three books at once, which is rare since i hardly ever read books.  and when i do, i rarely finish it. but i am covetous of words; covetous of someone else’s life to wrap all of this welling love around. i am desirous of everything and everyone. but i can’t seem to get it out. i’ve been lying awake each night this week.. for hours, just staring up at the glow in the dark stars i put on the ceiling until all their shine is gone. and i’m stuck again.  but i don’t know if i’m stuck so much as i’m just bursting. bursting from the smash of life i got pounded into my face and knees and heart in the last week and a half. bursting from silly kisses stolen in the back of taxi cabs, or ridiculous dance moves in a club where everyone else cares about looking cool. bursting from all the shapes and lines and colors spilling from my hands onto sketchbooks. bursting from songs sung to someone else’s music; songs of my own sung to no one. bursting from all the laughs shared and all the beautiful music being played by beautiful people.  bursting from all the possibility growing in my future,from all the possibility i can’t even see yet. just..bursting. and i don’t know how to pour it all out, or who to pour it on, or why even. but i think maybe it’s seeping out of me in ways i’m not even aware of. maybe i don’t have to try. maybe i just have to keep living. keep devouring. there’s just too much Life, and i’m wanting it in the most ravenous of ways.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1068720436</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1068720436</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 01:46:39 -0700</pubDate><category>life</category><category>love</category><category>beauty</category><category>desire</category><category>happy</category></item><item><title>foto friday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l86j33sBP61qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;well today’s photo is not so much a photo as it is well.. a drawing.  so deal with it.  as you can see, it’s taking me some time to really get over the traumatic events of last week.  but i think this helped.  moving on!  praise the sweet lord it is friday!  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1059104527</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1059104527</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 09:34:00 -0700</pubDate><category>photo friday</category><category>photo</category><category>art</category><category>drawing</category><category>story</category><category>friday</category></item><item><title>yes uh huh please.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l84uuaDirA1qzef8fo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes uh huh please.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1054368926</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1054368926</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 11:46:58 -0700</pubDate><category>art</category><category>bottle</category><category>girls</category><category>awesome</category><category>a print a day</category></item><item><title>i’ve begun to realize as of late that canada has really...</title><description>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6583144&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;fullscreen=1&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=0&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=00ADEF"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="showAll" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6583144&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;fullscreen=1&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=0&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=00ADEF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6583144&amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=0&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=00ADEF&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;i’ve begun to realize as of late that canada has really been killing it when it comes to pouring out some really beautiful, soul shaking music.  from the boys of &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://teendaze.tumblr.com/"&gt;teendaze&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://gobblegbl.tumblr.com/"&gt;GOBBLE GOBBLE&lt;/a&gt;, to the lovely and haunting voices of these up and coming ladies, it’s almost too much to handle in one sitting.  a &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://prkrqnn.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; of mine introduced me to the artists in this video- &lt;a target="_self" href="http://www.myspace.com/hannahepperson"&gt;hannah epperson&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target="_self" href="http://missemilybrown.bandcamp.com/"&gt;miss emily brown&lt;/a&gt;.  not only do they reach to a place inside your heart that you forgot existed, but the way this video is shot by ‘&lt;a target="_self" href="http://vimeo.com/astorytoldwell"&gt;a story told well&lt;/a&gt;’ is so beautiful i think i might just want to bottle it all up in a jar and keep it next to my bed so i can devour it any time i’m feeling less than fully alive.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;all i’m saying is.. canada has gathered up enough beauty here to last me through the coming winter.  and for that, i thank them.      &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1048897658</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1048897658</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 11:22:00 -0700</pubDate><category>music</category><category>beauty</category><category>canada</category><category>miss emily brown</category><category>hannah epperson</category><category>a story well told</category><category>art</category><category>life</category><category>singer/songwriter</category></item><item><title>
get me outta here.  my bones ache and my legs are bound to get spider veins with all this sitting. ...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7zj9x2h911qzcx6y.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;get me outta here.  my bones ache and my legs are bound to get spider veins with all this sitting.  how long does it actually take to develop those?  i keep closing my eyes to stop them from crossing.  but they just keep falling towards each other, pulling my eyelids as they go.  i’d give anything to just lay down in my soft bed and stay there till winter.  to let all the curling sinews loose in these muscles of mine; all the thoughts swirling around inside my head out.  i need to get some pouring done.  but i can’t do a damn thing just sitting at this desk watching the glow of my computer screen get more and more blurred.  and this is my life.  this is not my life.  i live in the ephemeral space between here and there, constantly bursting and constantly fading.  wake me up.  cuz in the morning i’ll be making a brand new map and these tired limbs will be flailing towards a brand new day.  i’m alive goddamn it.       &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1041124126</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1041124126</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 23:41:23 -0700</pubDate><category>life</category><category>exhausted</category><category>love</category><category>tired</category><category>living</category><category>bursting</category></item><item><title>foto friday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;oh dear it’s photo friday and i almost forgot.. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_self" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/steffaloo/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7u1lmk3Cc1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;what a week it has been. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1021858612</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1021858612</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 15:40:14 -0700</pubDate><category>photo friday</category><category>art</category><category>photography</category><category>photo</category><category>steffaloo</category><category>couch</category><category>lay</category></item><item><title>congratulations, you're alive.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;it’s hard not to pay attention when you get your face smashed into the ground.  its been a strange week and a half.  i lost my voice, acquired a crazy stalker, got my voice back, then pummeled myself head first into some lawn chairs, and now i’ve got blisters lining the insides of my throat.  i’ve teetered between the thoughts of, ‘am i dying?’ and ‘good god, i’ve never felt more alive in my life.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it’s some effed up shit.  but i’ve realized.. this is living.  and i love it.  something about feeling constant physical pain mixed with the unsettling feeling caused by a crazy person’s ‘affections’ for you just kind of wakes you up a bit.  and suddenly everything around me is humming that old familiar tune that is beauty and life..  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so congratulations me, you’re alive.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7s8qyHrds1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1016608342</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1016608342</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 16:20:00 -0700</pubDate><category>live</category><category>alive</category><category>life</category><category>pain</category><category>black eye</category><category>beauty</category><category>heart</category></item><item><title>
persona la ave, aka the lovely rachel levy and mister dylan dawkins, tore it up at...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_self" href="http://tinyurl.com/2d38z6k"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7q0omoP3r1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_self" href="http://personandthebird.tumblr.com/"&gt;persona la ave&lt;/a&gt;, aka the lovely rachel levy and mister dylan dawkins, tore it up at silverlake’s tribal cafe on monday.  (click the &lt;a target="_self" href="http://tinyurl.com/2d38z6k"&gt;pic&lt;/a&gt; for pics)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1009915699</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1009915699</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 11:32:01 -0700</pubDate><category>persona la ave</category><category>music</category><category>show</category><category>lovely</category><category>tribal cafe</category><category>los angeles</category></item><item><title>THIS.  it’s just so beautiful. </title><description>&lt;object width="400" height="254"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXiTwalPvuQ&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXiTwalPvuQ&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="254" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS.  it’s just so beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/1004471324</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/1004471324</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 11:22:00 -0700</pubDate><category>ceelogreen</category><category>band of horses</category><category>no ones gonna love you</category><category>music</category><category>video</category><category>film</category><category>art</category><category>beauty</category><category>love</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>there are certain instances in life when what is really true about the world comes smashing into...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;there are certain instances in life when what is really true about the world comes smashing into your small, naive existence and suddenly you see things for the ugly, unmerciful things they are. people aren’t always who they seem. things don’t always go the way you expect. i’ve been seeing so much good in the world lately that maybe i was due a little reality check. i can’t blame myself too much for my innocence sometimes. i grew up in a world where trustworthiness was assumed. i’ve been conditioned to see the best in people.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;sometimes there is no ‘best’ in people. sometimes their worlds have been so fucked up that all they know are those dark corners where they fought to stay alive. people hide. people lie. people hurt. but my being reminded of all this has renewed my ability to recognize truth. and in turn i’ve had my eyes keenly opened to the beauty of the innocence left in the world; that childlike wonder that exists in all of us before we ever have to experience the pains of living and growing.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;life is beautiful and fucked all at the same time. and i’m starting to think that maybe it’s our ideals in life that keep us from drowning in the reality of what is real. or maybe i still have a little bit of innocence left in me still..&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;either way, it’s a mad mad world.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/991937128</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/991937128</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 01:50:52 -0700</pubDate><category>life</category><category>reality</category><category>ideals</category><category>naive</category><category>pure</category><category>truth</category><category>dark</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>
well i don’t really know how to even talk about the music that has ravaged my ears this past...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tinyurl.com/2aorh8e"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7gzvrWf341qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;well i don’t really know how to even talk about the music that has ravaged my ears this past week.  i told my best friend today, ‘i think i’m in actual love with music.  it makes my heart burst and spill.’  and it’s true.  if i could marry music and have it’s babies i probably would.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but it wasn’t even just the music that got to me this week.  it’s been the people behind it all.  from the guys in the bands to the guys putting together great shows like this, these are all some of the most genuine people i’ve met and had the pleasure of getting to know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i’ve found it hard to speak this week.  not because there’s nothing there, but because there’s so much there that all i can do is sit and wait for it to all come gushing out in an uncontrollable swell.  i suppose this is why i’ve always found some sort of solace in taking pictures.  i don’t have to say anything really, and i can just let my eyes do all the talking.  most times that’s easier for me.  this week it was a little of both, and my heart was just spilling..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(click the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tinyurl.com/2aorh8e"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt; to see pics from the show)              &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/984412909</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/984412909</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 15:49:00 -0700</pubDate><category>heart music</category><category>gobble gobble</category><category>teen daze</category><category>baths</category><category>kites sail high</category><category>blackbird blackbird</category><category>music</category><category>art</category><category>photography</category><category>life</category><category>beatuy</category><category>love</category><category>heart</category></item><item><title>foto friday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7gmfnxZPG1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this last week has been filled with some greatly amazing people and some even more greatly amazing music, made by those said people.  i’ll be posting some more photos from the above show, which basically altered the state of my heart and mind, shortly.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(luv to &lt;a target="_self" href="http://gobblegbl.tumblr.com/"&gt;gobble gobble&lt;/a&gt; for causing the above) &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/983024619</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/983024619</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 09:45:00 -0700</pubDate><category>photo friday</category><category>photography</category><category>photo</category><category>art</category><category>life</category><category>music</category><category>show</category><category>gobble gobble</category><category>party</category></item><item><title>artsignals meets music</title><description>&lt;a href="http://artsignals.tumblr.com/post/978834107/14-let-the-music-move-you"&gt;artsignals meets music&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;if you love music as much as i do, and you love art as much as i do.. then you should probably go love what artsignals just created.  just sayin’. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/978925555</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/978925555</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 14:31:19 -0700</pubDate><category>artsignals</category><category>music</category><category>art</category><category>love</category><category>life</category><category>beauty</category><category>steffaloo</category><category>the lonely indian</category></item><item><title> </title><description>&lt;p&gt;the other night i had the immense pleasure of seeing &lt;a target="_self" href="http://smokedontsmoke.com/tagged/teen+daze"&gt;teen daze&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a target="_self" href="http://www.myspace.com/kitessailhigh"&gt;kites sail high&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a target="_self" href="http://gobblegbl.tumblr.com/"&gt;gobble gobble&lt;/a&gt; do their thing up at a house party in the hollywood hills.  needless to say, my mind was blown in ways i never even thought possible.  if you too would like your mind altered and your heart exploded, then come by &lt;a target="_self" href="http://www.thesexla.com/"&gt;thesex&lt;/a&gt; downtown tonight to see them destroy lives yet again.  here’s a few shots i got from the other night.. love you guys!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;gobble gobble gets the crowd goin’ like its 1999.. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7bhzirK5M1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7bhyj41LI1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7bi08gCQV1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;kites sail high make the sky open up.. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7bi33nlSM1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7birkmmE71qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;jamison’s got timmy in a teen daze… &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7bi486su51qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7bis5Rirj1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;oh and did i mention &lt;a target="_self" href="http://ghostanimal.tumblr.com/"&gt;ghostanimal&lt;/a&gt; hit us with an acoustic blast?!  well he did.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;love everything you guys are doing.  hearts all around. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/968769663</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/968769663</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 15:26:00 -0700</pubDate><category>gobble gobble</category><category>teen daze</category><category>kites sail high</category><category>ghostanimal</category><category>music</category><category>life</category><category>beauty</category><category>awesome</category></item><item><title>this morning i had a moment of pure and utter contentment while sitting in the sun at buzz coffee....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;this morning i had a moment of pure and utter contentment while sitting in the sun at buzz coffee. it was a kind of happiness that made my skin fit a little better, the kind that made the whole entire world suddenly become twenty times more alive than it had been. it’s strange for me to write about this kind of feeling. it’s been so long since living has done anything but hurt. the fact that i can wake up in the morning and not feel like there’s been a huge rock on my chest all night is becoming more normal. i can breathe again. i can register happiness when i experience it now. i seem to be having more and more moments like this; where everything seems to be how it should be, if even for a moment. and now i’m driving home at 3 in the morning, tom jones is playing on the radio and i can’t help but begin to burst at the seams a little. everything is just so damn beautiful, and i think just maybe there is no limit to how wonderful i could let this stupid little thing called life be..&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/956934394</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/956934394</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2010 03:38:40 -0700</pubDate><category>life</category><category>happy</category><category>content</category><category>be</category><category>alive</category><category>beautiful</category><category>heart</category><category>bursting</category></item><item><title>foto friday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/steffaloo/4881241086/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l73rs1J13o1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;because i love them so..&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/948272536</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/948272536</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 11:10:23 -0700</pubDate><category>photo friday</category><category>photography</category><category>photo</category><category>art</category><category>black and white</category><category>boys</category><category>happy</category><category>smokedontsmoke</category></item><item><title>window project 2010</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.windowproject2010.com/2010/08/day-two-hundred-and-twenty-four-2/"&gt;window project 2010&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="lazy summer by steffaloo, on Flickr" target="_self" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/steffaloo/4883474492/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4883474492_688e2170fe.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="lazy summer"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;valentina contacted me via flickr yesterday about her project, &lt;a target="_self" href="http://www.windowproject2010.com/"&gt;the window project 2010&lt;/a&gt;.  its a wonderful idea really.. a look at the world as seen through a single window.  life is often just that; a limited view into what is undoubtedly a world much larger than we could even begin to see or imagine.  and yet, no matter what window we are looking through, it’s the same beautiful world.  goddamn.      &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/942938426</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/942938426</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 10:22:20 -0700</pubDate><category>window</category><category>photography</category><category>window project 2010</category><category>photo</category><category>art</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>"to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -emily dickinson-"</title><description>“to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -emily dickinson-”</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/940184685</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/940184685</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 20:09:11 -0700</pubDate><category>live</category><category>alive</category><category>startling</category><category>emily dikinson</category></item><item><title>
new photos!  i love days like this, when i get back a roll of film with some decent frames.  i...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/steffaloo/4882874401/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l70anpxEme1qzcx6y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;new photos!  i love days like this, when i get back a roll of film with some decent frames.  i don’t know what it is, but a good picture sends my happy receptors into the next stratosphere.  thank you god.  i can carry on again.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(those are the feets of &lt;a target="_self" href="http://ghostanimal.tumblr.com/"&gt;ghostanimal&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a target="_self" href="http://kisskissfantastic.tumblr.com/"&gt;kisskissfantastic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://steffaloo.com/post/938727954</link><guid>http://steffaloo.com/post/938727954</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 14:17:00 -0700</pubDate><category>photography</category><category>lomo</category><category>pictures</category><category>photo</category><category>art</category><category>steffaloo</category></item></channel></rss>
