In my search of shoes to inspire my graphic design project at school I came across some interesting shoes. This one made me laugh. I wish I had a pair of these just so I could try this.
"Tube Shoes of 2005 incorporate several of Mr Moorer’s recurring themes: play, performance, and the opportunity to turn every day into an adventure. Tube shoes are designed to work as both conventional footwear and as a way of hanging from the overhead hand rail of the London subway trains (the London subway is called “The Tube”)…"
Eelko Moorer tube shoes
If you want to find some other crazy shoes you can go to the website I've been searching http://lustforshoes.com/
Beautiful Shoe! I love this! I've just been researching shoe sites for my brand identity project, but I had to take a moment and show this amazing shoe. Click on the link below and you will see it! Chinese Laundry - CL SHOES SUEDE
This is my first posting to start off my 4th year of the college experience at Minnesota State University of Moorhead. If there’s something specific you want me to write about concerning what I’m “experiencing” then you should leave me a comment and I will most likely write a blog about such an “experience” or thought.
Unlocked
Walking around the campus today I decided to check out the Center for the Arts building. Since today is a Saturday I knew that most lights would be off and doors closed, but since it is the Saturday after orientation week, almost every door was unlocked. I didn’t realize this until I tried opening one of these “supposedly” locked doors. That’s what I do when I’m wandering around bored. I test doors. It’s interesting being in rooms that you’ve never stepped foot in when you’re all alone. I also had a little rush of adrenaline as I walked through the pitch-blackness of the performing arts auditorium, but I was determined to walk all the way through to the other side. Why did the chicken cross the road? How should I know? I’m not a chicken. I walked all through the arts center without seeing anyone except for a man I could only guess might be a janitor. Anyone could have walked into that building. Thank goodness they lock the doors during normal weekends.
College campuses are very open. Probably more open than people know. Of course they lock certain buildings at certain times, but what about student union buildings and library buildings. I know that anyone can walk into our library. I’ve met one such person before. The hung-over Michael Holloway hit on me in the library on the 3rd floor next to the computer bench. That was almost a year and a half ago. I’m sure the security has really cracked down on those wandering townies since then. My sarcasm here does not lie in any resentment toward security or Michael Holloway, but in the thought that libraries are not safe. You might feel safe because there are books and quiet and knowledgeable librarians on the first floor. But go up to another floor and around behind the shelves of books. Then tell me if the library feels safe. The library is a scary place…on Saturday after dark on the 4th floor. I’ve never been there at that time, but it sounds frightening.
MSUM is not the only college that can be completely walked through. For example, Concordia College in Moorhead leaves their buildings unlocked as well. I know because I’ve walked through that campus a couple years ago with my good friend Alexis. And yes, we did walk up into the window overpass, through the fitness building, and some other random building. We walked straight through their campus and under the bell tower. Don’t you feel safe knowing that your kids are able to run around nilly-willy at college? With hooligans like me, wandering through neighboring college campuses, who could feel any safer?
The River Rats of Minnesota put on their weekly show this past Thursday. It was a magnificent effort of power, speed, strength, and poise as the teams of the River Rats took to the waters on their skis. I was amazed. Here's their website if you are interested> http://www.tcriverrats.com/
This was the first water show I had ever been to and it couldn’t have been more perfect. The temperature was perfect for sitting outside. There were hardly any bugs to be seen. The hillside we sat on was comfortable for at least the first 20 minutes of the show. And the Biff’s hand sanitizer was full. What more could we ask for than to be sitting right in front of the Mississippi River watching people perform stunts in the water while being pulled by boats with powerful engines?
Sadly, I do not have any proof that I was there other than an eyewitness. Emily Fischer came with me to the show after a sampling of the Fireside Restaurant in Rosemount where slivers are chunks so what happened to the rest of the apple?
Back to the River Rats: How can someone love a temporary high so much as to offer all of their time and energy to that one thing?
“But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.” Titus 3:4-7
Sometimes I just can’t express thoughts in words. I guess that’s why I’m a visual artist instead of a writer, but I wanted to share a story and song that I recently had the opportunity to hear. This young man (whose music I found through a convoluted, random search in myspace/facebook several months ago), put his hope and trust in God. He wrote a song, which is amazing, telling of his change, and he wrote about it on his blog. So, just go to the link at the bottom of this entry, read his blog, and follow his instructions to hear the song. It is very encouraging to hear about another person trusting in Christ.
Why are people so obsessed with watching a sporting event. Since football is the "American Past time" you'd think the summer would be a safe time to do the other American past time: eat food in the sun (picnic). But some people want to ruin that tradition because they have a problem. I see futbol rehab in store for them; although, living in the United States of America, this rehab facility would be called "Soccer rehab for the futbol fanatic."
You might be wondering why I'm bad mouthing the soccer lovers. I am not. I'm bad mouthing the "futbol fanatics." There is a major difference. I don't care if people love soccer, to play, watch, or cheer on their kids. But when people are so obsessed that they have to include a sport into whatever event they are attending, then it gets pretty sick. Not the Californian "that's totally sick!" rather, the "this person really needs mental therapy" sick. They can't even use their native tongue to speak of the sport. Instead they call it futbol as if they are from Europe or are speaking to Europeans.
It's only five days past Independence Day and people have forgotten to wave their American flag, call futbol soccer, and remember the Alamo. What has happened to our country?
As you can probably tell. I have not put too much thought into this. I have only put ranting hysteria into my posting today because that's all I got right now.
I had no anxiety when I entered the store, but as I was browsing the tank tops something strange happened.
“What about that one? See her? She’s a pretty one. She would be good for you.” That’s what an old man said to his friend as he peered at me over a sales fixture at Walmart. There was zero sarcasm in his voice, and I’m sure he knew I could hear him. He was only four feet away. His friend, who was at least 75, couldn’t see me for the sales fixture. As he motored his mobility scooter around the fixture to take a closer look at me, I prayed to God that they would leave and I wouldn’t have to speak to them.
“Yes,” he said as he stroked his long, white beard, “This one is a very pretty one.” Then he turned around and they continued their deathly slow journey down the isle. My reaction to this was a half nervous smile and a look that said, “What the fudge is wrong with you creepy old men? Has dementia set in and you ran away from the nursing home?” This disturbing situation has continued to make me nervous since it happened Friday morning. Next time I’ll just pay twice as much for my tank tops and go to Target.
