tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27995225224830342992024-03-13T18:57:49.320-07:00Abigail Frank PhotographyAbigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-28547927378109767372009-11-03T09:14:00.000-08:002009-11-03T13:46:51.883-08:00Hello November!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:small;">Hello November!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>It doesn't seem as unsettling to me that its November already as much as the fact that it's still sweating hot in the middle of the day. I will try to be positive in the fact that the evenings have been getting a little better and last night I could have actually used a jacket which I of course didn't wear. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Halloween has passed and the Turkey Day is before us, I unfortunately won't be going home for it but I look forward to the festivities none the less. L.A's mixing pot and land of misfits demeanor makes for gatherings of a different kind of family and although I miss my sisters dearly and the smell of my mamma's home cooking, it's nice to give thanks and having an excuse to make a dubious amount of trips back to the food table is not bad either. </i></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddvGzq2oYlqLxIhCYVavhBIxhgWK_oPfImz4Aey5TTQ-9mUzBorrkCOlXJbirPyyL_9twlgcg3bsmOxwqZdzYJ4GGtdxeqPA82izbkAo_uqBk8QLjvO-gDpFzfNCdBXI1m14qewCeEQT1/s320/Picture-054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927075543979058" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Above: Performing at the Dragonfly on Santa Monica</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Not just as a good friend of mine but as a huge fan of Kandace Ferrel, I've been attending her shows for some time now. Although I can't remember how many times I've heard her sing whether at a venue or at the kitchen counter, I find myself continuously inspired by not just her obvious vocal talents and stage presence but her ability to write again and again songs that tell a story with there words and melody that connect to not only her own experiences but experiences of life. </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>I had the great pleasure of seeing her perform last night at The Hotel Cafe in Hollywood. The room packed and backed by a full band, I stood amongst a group of my friends remembering what it is about live performances and small quaint venues that I love so much. I'm thankful to all my friends that came out with me and to my friends like her that let there creativity, talent and heart guide them and remind me to always do the same. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Please check out her website and listen to her music</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><a href="http://www.myspace.com/kandaceferrel">www.myspace.com/kandaceferrel</a></i></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddvGzq2oYlqLxIhCYVavhBIxhgWK_oPfImz4Aey5TTQ-9mUzBorrkCOlXJbirPyyL_9twlgcg3bsmOxwqZdzYJ4GGtdxeqPA82izbkAo_uqBk8QLjvO-gDpFzfNCdBXI1m14qewCeEQT1/s1600-h/Picture-054.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZNv-NApjHVVMmq-i4rWJiiE5aylwNqWzcGz4yOtGt_RWSGx9-KCNpAwHhXdF5hYdfXi0bI4DfiLK3MbxxE-TCYgCdxMb26iV2Dx1gKpCl3ZvQK0IPxiiFV5Gu8hDLbcESAEYN3hbTIcV/s1600-h/Picture-044.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZNv-NApjHVVMmq-i4rWJiiE5aylwNqWzcGz4yOtGt_RWSGx9-KCNpAwHhXdF5hYdfXi0bI4DfiLK3MbxxE-TCYgCdxMb26iV2Dx1gKpCl3ZvQK0IPxiiFV5Gu8hDLbcESAEYN3hbTIcV/s320/Picture-044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927069184202738" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Below is a photo I took of my friend Jason that I like a lot, perhaps because it was taken in the rain on the one day that its rained so far :)</span></i></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZNv-NApjHVVMmq-i4rWJiiE5aylwNqWzcGz4yOtGt_RWSGx9-KCNpAwHhXdF5hYdfXi0bI4DfiLK3MbxxE-TCYgCdxMb26iV2Dx1gKpCl3ZvQK0IPxiiFV5Gu8hDLbcESAEYN3hbTIcV/s1600-h/Picture-044.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVwTmNQMkZx6e8ehqF8jG8wLzI3vln_alghRbcv9UDaEznaOEKPeK49WUDEQQZ5tGQswg3O8Nz6D4QQC_9qbkvVELeEeIJ4fqbZaMVd9Q8eJONRRpo0xDt7G1KOkuSVduEYCIexOl2lT4/s1600-h/10-14-09-Jason-Shoot-064.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVwTmNQMkZx6e8ehqF8jG8wLzI3vln_alghRbcv9UDaEznaOEKPeK49WUDEQQZ5tGQswg3O8Nz6D4QQC_9qbkvVELeEeIJ4fqbZaMVd9Q8eJONRRpo0xDt7G1KOkuSVduEYCIexOl2lT4/s320/10-14-09-Jason-Shoot-064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927067395829154" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</span></a></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I don't even know her.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Abigail Frank~</span></i></span></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-57006311692027219702009-10-29T09:19:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:43:00.512-07:00Halloween Artwalk @ The Dragonfly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbCHLLNFuAsLACedTjH2oNTGmJnLDBDanc0JVcLz97D6V6gb7vc7L8nWuNW55Ym4CiUXD9sSo48mmTwRin4R_r7hUD_91aoQVlOQ2eRq9VGdEiVtdTMr6B0wFXNLMHWuYTtDP5xspR7tM/s1600-h/11153_1240764292103_1019185813_30784303_2859390_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbCHLLNFuAsLACedTjH2oNTGmJnLDBDanc0JVcLz97D6V6gb7vc7L8nWuNW55Ym4CiUXD9sSo48mmTwRin4R_r7hUD_91aoQVlOQ2eRq9VGdEiVtdTMr6B0wFXNLMHWuYTtDP5xspR7tM/s320/11153_1240764292103_1019185813_30784303_2859390_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398062248786255618" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Good Day Good People!</span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Among the many events that Everyday (<a href="http://www.myeverydayshop.com/blog">http://www.myeverydayshop.com/blog</a>) has put on in the past at the Dragonfly in Hollywood, this past one that took place on Monday the 26th was one of my favorites. Mainly because of my love for Halloween and all things spooky and involving an excuse to dress up or put fake blood somewhere. Besides the always amazing drink specials that Everyday sponsored by Hornito's provides, there was lots of live art, mask painting and great performances by bands such as the Rhythm Natives. </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Myself and my roomie dressed up as Wayne & Garth from Wayne's World, got our posse together and spent the evening with the wonderful eclectic crowd that always gathers for Artwalk and enjoyed soaking in the Halloween spirit, the talents of some amazing artists of all different kinds as well as some very fine tequila.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCFRul_g7sJtnUkCxcKwuZuDSqLeMhPSAAKTle7W1oWqh6tvUkE2lgN2fMqkpIAgaLmxz6ZzeobrPgDdh2PQitlgnwhzZoFtR6efbUIBjjLv2nBOKkClWZ7uVpRkeaxh9zjatG2zB_N-n/s320/4055333007_af1440fcfe_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398061585839454898" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhBplltX8I7_I03ZRRNXY6z5g3-6lZkRXfUiolZtwTFLZh7MASNx3DBy0zTFyTFwhE4RjDqcEV-7s1nInX0v8OZ7FPVJrt1vJW24o_oShGNkMxV7ap4fTorcpEUgUZ56attpGu_bO6tLhl/s320/4056076512_09b830af23_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398061579801327330" /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7_NmUb0ONZIZkoTEPyPVvL35DBBKuAobdEITmYD1iUypHwXRg2MiaL3R-ot-U52NavToZuRwRG4pZlnMgWA6dn17OUTeQEzGMjNHiY7UEmLikVvo461rmBYSzv-fa2RCoZ8NWqmzspO0/s320/4052727649_6e72729964_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398061582534076178" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgW7ja4X4nV22Fi0pHvlzKfUeFCGbvGgrjwGp9I59ZGO5oCThQYyDs6_vH8_RN9tk_GU_RL3ZHKVnw3jatyDVPsxQXGOmel7rl0iWMdiGbtFDBffkRoqFZTSdOoALkZoEwT4fg2sF1vcT/s320/11153_1240764412106_1019185813_30784306_5680710_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398061576944766482" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDoP3R0EgC7I25KILpkIxZmOPjmRQy0S_f9DQIJRbWh7ok52NM6Gy3F65-37OTDYnTbwWoCr_ykGA0qhNkiXBHvt_3r5RFBE9xYZpMSPS6glwAwjzVyJt_2NHjWGZ65jAfDJeq-Gb2Fi0/s320/11153_1240764012096_1019185813_30784296_2065483_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398061568794024898" /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Check out my Flickr for some more pictures :)</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Abigail Frank~</span></i></span></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-77308819826203979022009-10-13T11:36:00.000-07:002009-10-13T12:52:10.421-07:00Memories in the Rain<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>I sat in my room this morning as the rain started falling down outside my window. I picked up a book to bask in the silence of the overcast day as the pitter patter played a song for me. Perhaps it means I'm a bad reader or that the book is just not keeping me inside it's story but frequently my mind falls to things while I read and I find myself a few chapters later knowing everything going on in the fictional world between my hands as well as the stream of thoughts and memories that I suppose my unconscious mind brings to the surface. </i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>We so rarely just let ourselves "be" whether in silence, in music or in conversation. This is why I suppose I love drinking and eating so much because its a great activity to do while spending hours just talking with someone while letting the conversation jump from subject to subject to when you have no recollection of where it began.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>My best friend Ashley and I used to as weird as it sounds, go into my little bathroom as kids with blankets and my tape recorder and talk for hours. Every time we thought up a funny voice or bit, we would record it and laugh so hard that tears would stream down our faces. If I can add more of a visual as to how "small" our small bathroom is, it's a room where literally one person could stand in so she would usually be under the sink with a pillow. Since I shared a room and people often slept in my living room especially during the winter because the only source of heat was the fireplace, there weren't many options for solitude.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>I love having things remind you of things in your childhood that you temporarily forgot about which happens nearly all the time but the other day I had a blast from the past remembering what it was like to not have hot water. Once you've lived away for a while, you forget the annoyances like pre-starting your car, shoveling your tired and scraping your windows. A memory I was reliving was my mom's showering rules with my sisters and I. One of us had to take a shower at night and we usually had cycles to know who and the other two and my mom would shower in the morning. We had a hot water heater but it only lasted for about a bath (we had no shower) and than usually someone would have to share that water because the time to run pots of hot water from the stove to the tub took a long time. Remembering that makes me cringe at this age because I can't even fathom bathing in someone else's filth, I might just not shower and enjoy the gradual increasing of my own<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>As my mind wandered off on these subjects, I realized perhaps the sound of rain reminded me of home and that was perhaps why I loved it so dearly. Although it doesn't snow all the time where I lived, snow was about fifteen minutes up the hill always and there was no lack of rain. I talk to people that lived in the really rainy cities in America and can't even imagine what it was like because I truly felt like it rained a lot in the winter and non-stop sometimes.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>Here are some pictures that make me smile.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>A picture I took one winter of my sister and cousin-</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vXYBxDONOUblIOMivKuM32jKEqR_hWCJEeIO2GSMovW7SZR62xgrvlPzuTFwK3AKmoCcUSXBmd5Ij-Ha23OCaIx2T0Bzcr-bVvoNPY2pVcXxawoAPChSwzatJt4n2qErE-D5kKHAbZy6/s320/PDR_2436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169740107480690" /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>One of my sister and her boyfriend in the snow-</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPrXaNuJmdXzvabo-v2ka-LiR-_H9yuV0hAue1Dgt3aQt9TEPZ7tqPXqHd_F_6JrnSf-gXE2BouQEuB2PJMNUCExlCsxV2dxjXeOgcE2m8GB8xs9YzFtw_edAcVOs0Fw2jQY5uIKJqOFL/s320/PDR_24622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168612570172338" /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>When the sun breaks through the clouds after the snow-</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pAFckXKkDwWzYRSQ-ct5dOPHD5o-6hwetDerKwTIpIWlqN6gPipf5VM7GfjJ5_-8oRmo49VhbmhxfIxyXM3b6hgJG6B8UKfOevCeuqn52wrPr-nljTpPziF5RR9ioKdFgKLArco-TlLa/s320/PDR_2476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168603646387826" /></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I have always been obsessed with shooting random objects-</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJLBtxZ0yMoA1iZSe-ttPjwVOSRr-79NkGnuSIwiLmvryNv_BbXJYpeZ0GOlcCWf6Ozp87c5UfQajuYyj567xoU41CDiD9tfHjay4fX4B6u5oX_TYX8iPZuCjIuzImxCAP42Bxm2CgiyR/s320/PDR_2442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168592149940178" /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>The family when it started snowing...than we went snowboarding down the car's tire tracks in the street.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJgL-Mvoitn2ZYhkFOV5KFo2_4b6rZdHWOziD7z_eRLVyifj8Zqz85usCk1o0Ush532qDORfak4b5jRzX3K3eu_xt27FkCOLrTm8pvlirgbgcjVhpUKGbJcwgii-Qb-oXftBNo56un4tC/s320/PDR_2435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168574545935490" /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>Ahh memories...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>Keep it up rain, I have more reminiscing to do :)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i>Abigail Frank~</i></span></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-34928065514527582432009-10-06T09:16:00.000-07:002009-10-06T10:06:16.082-07:00Abigail Frank Renewal<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I checked my e-mail this morning and have a message from my Website manager saying that my website is going to expire soon if I should want to renew it. This at first sent me on a thought roller coaster as most birthdays, holidays and annual events do making me recall how in the world so much time had gone by so fast. It seems not too long ago that I started doing shoots for profit and had a friend yell at me about buying some domains immediately while the gettin was good. My friend Ally who is a here and there painter has always wanted to take that passion farther so in the hopes of doing so bought quite a few domains not knowing which she would eventually use but was then complaining how she had been paying for them as they sat gathering what you might call world wide web dust. </span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Although it's definitely better to own them than not, I bought mine in the hopes I would actually put forth more of an effort than she. Now semi close to a year later, I basically used it as a blog for months than deleted the whole thing and started anew when I started shooting events regularly but than slowly had it turn back into a blog. Although my meandering thoughts are incredibly interesting I know, at some point I want to use this renewal as a wake-up call to make it into a somewhat respectable site. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>First things first, get my computer working fully so I'm not having to bother other people for there's. Than second step, win the lottery so I can not worry about money and just take pictures, make movies and spend all my time being worry free and creative! No biggie.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>In other "time going by freakishly fast" news, this morning I got a picture text from my sister who is living in a small town in the middle of nowhere going to Medical School, of a horse and buggy that was apparently at a stop light in front of her going through town. I laughed thinking not of the hilarity just in that image but the fact that where life has taken us at least at this date in time can be so different. When the prospect of her coming to Southern California for school was active, I was out of my mind with excitement. Imagining hanging out with she and her boyfriend all the time because every time they have visited, all my friends loved them immediately and they fit right in. I'm remembering last Christmas sitting on the couch with her studying for her MCAT's in pajama's with momma cooking in the kitchen and discussing the medical books we had been passing back and forth for the past few months. It seems not that long ago yet now she and my other sister who moved to the same town to join her aren't coming home for Thanksgiving and are buying houses with the obligation to stay there for all of her medical schooling. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Not that my family was ever really close during the past five years since I've lived here but this concept makes me realize how real the whole situation is and that I'm only going to see my sisters once or twice a year and I'm going to be missing out on having the kind of relationship that we used to have. Although I write a lot about my amazing friends and how I truly am blessed to have the support group and LA family that I have here, it's still sad being away from your real family. The great thing about them is they have to love you and you know they will always be there and on top of that, I actually like them so I suppose I'm trying to deal with the sadness of that situation by hopefully making myself happy here by getting to work on my passions. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Yay for reminders and may they always be there to put us on track!</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>P.S. Some little lovely bought me a baby pumpkin yesterday and I have named him Mishmash since he's as close to a child as I'm going to have for a while. Hurray Halloween :)</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Abigail Frank~</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-13184307735327508992009-09-29T09:37:00.000-07:002009-09-29T10:47:43.763-07:00September 29Th of 2009<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>September 29Th of 2009</em></span><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">This day will never happen again. Since I can't upload, edit photos right now until I get my computer up and running which will hopefully be the 1st, fingers crossed, I want to talk about pictures and why I love them so much.<br />A photo can show something that we can't see with our naked eye, it can catch a look or an angle or a look in someones eye that you may never see by looking at them. I feel like when I take pictures of people, I can see a part of them that no one else can see. When I capture that look that I want in a photo, it's like the best drug in the world. A huge reason why I adore photography to the point of infatuation is because it's freezing time, it's freezing a moment, a day, a smile and a feeling that you might otherwise have forgotten and now years in the future and you can look back at that picture and whether good or bad, you can remember a piece of who you used to be.</span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I think this is also the main reason why a lot of people don't like pictures and videos because they don't want to remember or don't feel confident in themselves. </span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">It's amazing to me when I look back at pictures of me when I was young and had just shot up like a weed. I was way taller than my older sisters, my mom and was giving my dad a run for his money and still had my baby fat face, some chub around the waist and it's a surprise I even knew what the word posture meant. My mom would always tell me to fix my posture but at the time, all I wanted was to be invisible and being 5'8 in fourth grade made it nearly impossible.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">For that few year span, in every picture literally I was slouched over, preferably leaning on something, baggy sweatshirt with an extra sweatshirt tied around my hips. I don't know who I thought I was fooling but if I ever spilt chocolate milk on myself and desperately needed a replacement sweatshirt in the middle of summer, I was set! Not to mention that every boy until high school was shorter than me and usually quite a bit smaller so that made those years full of being jealous of my normal sized friends and getting laughed at every time I would slip a note to little Petey. If only Tom and Katie had been around then, thanks for nothin. It wasn't until I graduated into dating older guys in High school that I kissed a guy without leaning down to do it. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lIy6AKStMV0C6OYd6v7AuHU8arxWQm80URaO0uUi2Nt9-YXKp5OSSl7T0HAr9GnZoE0lz0bcuuzZADD1m8kYyR3taa3XZWvbMDOGzuwsezZKNaGL6IbgK_FueaVEtyRUAqSsdFZgHluC/s1600-h/MEEEE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386940291747553074" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lIy6AKStMV0C6OYd6v7AuHU8arxWQm80URaO0uUi2Nt9-YXKp5OSSl7T0HAr9GnZoE0lz0bcuuzZADD1m8kYyR3taa3XZWvbMDOGzuwsezZKNaGL6IbgK_FueaVEtyRUAqSsdFZgHluC/s320/MEEEE.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Picture of me and my best friend Heidi at the County Fair which mind you is in July. Notice I've got a wicked lean going on and of course sporting a lovely sweatshirt around the waist. On top of my appearance, I decided to show farm animals...naturally. My lamb that year was pretty cute though, his name was Ramsay. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Although I hated every time someone took out a camera during those years, I'm really glad I have those pictures because every time I look at them they remind me to stop slouching, to stand up tall and proud and maybe wear an outfit that I've told myself I'm too out of shape to wear. This is the only day like this that will ever happen again and I want to enjoy it no matter what I look like right now, how I feel right now and no matter how much money is in my bank account. There will be better days and there will be worse but there will be no other September 29Th of 2009.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Abigail Frank~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lIy6AKStMV0C6OYd6v7AuHU8arxWQm80URaO0uUi2Nt9-YXKp5OSSl7T0HAr9GnZoE0lz0bcuuzZADD1m8kYyR3taa3XZWvbMDOGzuwsezZKNaGL6IbgK_FueaVEtyRUAqSsdFZgHluC/s1600-h/MEEEE.jpg"></a></span></em></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-25735502080173491742009-09-22T10:38:00.000-07:002009-09-22T10:54:36.755-07:00Dare I say<em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Dare I say its getting cooler and dare I say it's the first day of Fall. Double Dare....that was a good show.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">So I have a camera full of pictures and no computer to enjoy them, edit them or upload them to this lovely blog which I'm sure has many many many loyal followers ;) I was letting myself wallow yesterday in the hallways and corridors or my misfortune which I've done a few times lately and just feel stupid for allowing myself the idiocy of doing. Oh no poor me, I have no obligations today except play guitar, cook and eat, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exercise</span>, have coffee with a friend and read and write...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Puulease</span>. I need a smack in the face.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I spent a while on the phone and over <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span> chat with Technical Support for my computer, figured out what I need to spend to get her back on her game which hopefully will be done very soon. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Now contacting old friends and people about setting up some shoots and meetings together to make some money and get the creative juices flowing. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Hopefully I'll hear back from the managers I've talked to recently sometime in the next month and well...I think things are going to be good.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Peace, Love and healthy electronics,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Abigail Frank~</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></em>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-65275138081797245642009-09-21T11:01:00.000-07:002009-09-21T11:31:26.981-07:00My Fools Errand<em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes it's really hard to stay positive, sometimes it's hard to remember that things could be worse. I find myself sitting in my room using my roommates computer because that mine died a few days ago. When I lost my job in July I didn't dream that two months later I would be where I am now and the fact that I am scares the living daylights out of me. It was not long ago that I was working everyday at my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">day job</span> along with doing numerous photography and modeling gigs and sitting on a nice little savings and shopping for a new car, now the looming idea of what will happen next is following me around daily and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">drastic</span> change that has happened is befuddling me. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">It became almost impossible for me to keep any type of structure in my life after I lost my job because that kept my routine in order. Having to be up and out of the house in the morning kept me waking up early and working on photos usually in the morning until I left for work. I find myself missing putting my hair up, my black slacks on, my white button up and looking professional and heading out for my day, I would go shopping and run errands after work before doing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Runyon</span> usually which was followed by my roommate and I doing yoga or Jillian workouts in my living room. I feel like it seemed effortless to get everything done, stay in decent shape and have a busy social life at night when you have no financial worries and a structure to stick to. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Although my new job is set to start in exactly a week from now and I'm hoping and praying that this structure and life resumes to some extent and my worries <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">disappear</span>, I hope I can remember maybe through me writing now in weeks and months from now how I'm feeling at this moment and never forget to be thankful for what I have and to never ever let this happen again. I have things that are too precious to loose in my life right now and if the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">surprises</span>, trials, rejections and new beginnings have taught me anything in the past six months, it is that you never know what is around the bend so I plan on staying positive even if things seem a fools errand. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Abigail Frank~</span></em>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-52420609873062601462009-09-14T08:54:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:59:52.424-07:00Advice, like Youth...Probably wasted on the Young<em>It appears to be a Monday.</em><br /><em>Sitting in my room drinking a mug of Primo Roast from Fresh N Easy enjoying what seemingly feels like fall weather than again it's early in the morning. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Movie Reviews-</em><br /><em>"9": Very unique storyline and concept mixed with great characters and visuals. I would say I was entertained the whole time but not something that needs to be seen in the theater or more than once. I will say though that 3 & 4 are the cutest things ever and I would love to find them in my happy meal.</em><br /><em>"Sorority Row": I'm tired of seeing dumb horror movies like this and than hearing people complaining about how dumb they were, umm hi....watch the trailer, evaluate the plot, cast and targeted audience. Doesn't need too much dissection to realize it's going to be cheesy with some bad acting and maybe a cool death scene or two and that's what it was. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Things I learned this weekend-</em><br /><br /><ul><li><em>Jose Cuervo Silver doesn't get you drunk</em></li><li><em>I'm not into the shock value of long rape scenes in movies</em></li><li><em>I'm afraid of Beyonce's Hip Gyration's and outfit tributes to 80's cut bikini lines</em></li><li><em>FOOTBALL!!!!</em></li><li><em>Three Olives Bubblegum vodka: Smoother transition for kids to start drinking than Pucker or Peppermint Schnapps like we did when I was in High school.</em></li><li><em>K24 Mixed Greens Salad with Goat Cheese and Caramelized Walnuts: Yes please</em></li><li><em>I need to bring my camera next time I go to the Hollywood Farmers Market</em></li><li><em>Boo to Boho's limited and expensive brunch. Whoa to there fabulous Feng Shuied decor</em></li><li><em>I like capitalization and use it constantly where it's not grammatically needed</em></li><li><em>I actually didn't realize that last one this weekend but all the time and don't give two shakes because it pleases me.</em></li></ul><p><em>Stop name dropping shadow</em></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13Vb95MxJH472bnoWO5fTd1xbXws0AgJLHPZDTgIoxvY3yt017D_Q0cx38HaZI5ogLJW_BCr2Ta4RE-53XIuJdVV1mUpmmZYkkpijdA9Xh0YQbciPYJbJLB7nGyZ36gTBlfS04NQkr9NK/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381352272942676258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13Vb95MxJH472bnoWO5fTd1xbXws0AgJLHPZDTgIoxvY3yt017D_Q0cx38HaZI5ogLJW_BCr2Ta4RE-53XIuJdVV1mUpmmZYkkpijdA9Xh0YQbciPYJbJLB7nGyZ36gTBlfS04NQkr9NK/s320/2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAw-1NX-PwVL701jjUB1jb_qlZL2_xb2W42ESlkjkb_I9Bb2Duk2EI_O2sg45H-Ecx77fWqRjvh7eqB_kM2BnlBId4_9P2-7uP9tnTcJsQ-pV1qlg8wfzonrzsDQvjZwd_P9MaL_74Ub3H/s1600-h/IMG_0239.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381352264206420850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAw-1NX-PwVL701jjUB1jb_qlZL2_xb2W42ESlkjkb_I9Bb2Duk2EI_O2sg45H-Ecx77fWqRjvh7eqB_kM2BnlBId4_9P2-7uP9tnTcJsQ-pV1qlg8wfzonrzsDQvjZwd_P9MaL_74Ub3H/s320/IMG_0239.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em>Song of the Always: Baz Luhrmann- Sunscreen</em><br /><em>Okay so this isn't actually a song but I first heard this ten years ago as most people did and I kid you not, things in life remind me of lines from it all the time. I was thinking about one of the lines yesterday that basically says what I already know and try to tell myself everytime I look in the mirror and don't like what I see (The first piece of advice) and as dorky as it may be, I think it's still ten years later a great speech/song/what have you and has some advice in it that we all should remember more often.</em><br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99<br />If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be<br />it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by<br />scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable<br />than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.<br />Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not<br />understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.<br />But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and<br />recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before<br />you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you<br />imagine.<br />Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as<br />effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing<br />bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that<br />never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm<br />on some idle Tuesday.<br />Do one thing everyday that scares you<br />Sing<br />Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with<br />people who are reckless with yours.<br />Floss<br />Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes<br />you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with<br />yourself.<br />Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you<br />succeed in doing this, tell me how.<br />Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.<br />Stretch<br />Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your<br />life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they<br />wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year<br />olds I know still don’t.<br />Get plenty of calcium.<br />Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.<br />Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe<br />you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky<br />chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t<br />congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your<br />choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,<br />use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people<br />think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever<br />own..<br />Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.<br />Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.<br />Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.<br />Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.<br />Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the<br />people most likely to stick with you in the future.<br />Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you<br />should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and<br />lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you<br />knew when you were young.<br />Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live<br />in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.<br />Travel.<br />Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will<br />philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize<br />that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were<br />noble and children respected their elders.<br />Respect your elders.<br />Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,<br />maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one<br />might run out.<br />Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will<br />look 85.<br />Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who<br />supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of<br />fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the<br />ugly parts and recycling it for more than<br />it’s worth.<br />But trust me on the sunscreen…<br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Here's to the power and beauty of our youth...</em><br /><br />Abigail Frank~<br /><br />Flickr<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-5324749775389357272009-09-11T09:44:00.000-07:002009-09-11T10:17:34.773-07:00Late Labor Day<em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I don’t know why I look forward to coffee so much because it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">doesn</span>’t give me that caffeine boost that it gives most people and basically just tastes good to me. For a while I felt as though I was constantly spreading myself too thin. I was making too many plans and doing too many things and found myself going out every night with different groups of friends and never going to bed before 4am. During this time I thought on a few occasions how nice it would be to go out to a cabin in the woods with no computer, cell phone or form of communication and just relax. Eliminate that constant desire to check your texts or look for people you might know at a bar or think about what events are going on tomorrow night when you’re at an event this night. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t like the Hollywood creature I was becoming. I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> always believed in balance in almost every aspect. I love going out and partying but I want to balance it with staying in and reading or watching a movie, I love eating pizza but I want to balance it with eating a healthy diet most of the time.
<br />I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t do it on purpose but I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> found myself on this Friday in September realizing how “Person alone in a cabin” I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> become lately. I’m looking back on the past week realizing I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t go out one of the nights, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t party or drink besides a glass of wine and I barely looked at my phone and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t really ever feel a strong desire to. That is probably to my own demise because when I do, I seem to be missing phone calls and texts left and right and friends unhappy with me which I guess is what happens when you don’t constantly have your phone on you. It feels so refreshing though to only have my mind in the present, thinking about whatever I’m doing, the conversation I’m having and the people I’m with. It’s feels so refreshing but at the same time I almost can’t remember what it felt like to have this constant need for connection with the world, a constant need to always be doing everything and seeing everyone that I possibly could. Not that this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">isn</span>’t important or all my amazing friends in LA <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">aren</span>’t anything short of amazing but I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> accomplished a level of balance that I think I like. </span></em>
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<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>One of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">best's</span> and I were going over this the other night as I am a fan of always <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reiterating</span> to yourself how lucky you are, how lucky we were. I have friends who I have known for years and gone through almost everything <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weird</span>, dramatic and heartbreaking that you could go through with friends and still have them in my life as people I can lean on and who always make me smile. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yay</span> for Labor Day weekend 09' and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span> for wearing white pants after it.</em>
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<br /><em>Check out more photos at my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Flickr</span>!!</em>
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<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Song of the Day: Lucky Lady Love- It Boys</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Abigail Frank~</span>
<br />Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-89734196591049417822009-09-02T14:26:00.001-07:002009-09-02T14:50:10.636-07:00The Science of Sleep<em>The world seems a blur to these unrested eyes,</em><br /><em>the shame of the morning, the promise of night seems like lies</em><br /><em>My body lays tingling full of active energy,</em><br /><em>trapped inside a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sullen</span> shell, so limp these muscles be</em><br /><em>I shut my lids for moments to try and leave the light,</em><br /><em>they burn in exasperation as they keep there fight</em><br /><em>What there waging I believe started as the end, </em><br /><em>enjoying every new excitement waiting just around the bend</em><br /><em>Yet somewhere along my thirsty minds crave for wanting more,</em><br /><em>it forgot it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">dwelled</span></span> inside a mortal <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ever needing</span> core</em><br /><em>Now as I stare for hours at the ceiling above my head</em><br /><em>I find that daydreaming <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">isn't</span> what it seems while mine happens in my bed</em><br /><em>My thoughts and imagination take flight as the city around me sleeps, </em><br /><em>beautiful stories and spoken word as my eyes begin to weep</em><br /><em>It always dawns upon me now that my eyes have yet to close</em><br /><em>like my heads trying to tell me something before it will let me doze</em><br /><em>I dream of sleeping and fight sleep to dream as my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">subconscious</span> and the universe form into a team</em><br /><em>Perhaps one day when I've conquered my dreams and accomplished what in this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">existence</span> seems, </em><br /><em>Was my purpose and triumph for my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">presence</span> on this earth</em><br /><em>I will see what these lonely nights were worth</em><br /><em>Until then I will enjoy the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">delirium</span> it adds to everyday</em><br /><em>and maybe that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">delirium</span> is whats leading me down the right way.</em>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-38529697147446205532009-09-01T14:19:00.000-07:002009-09-01T18:28:56.037-07:00The Hyprocrite in Me<em>We all don't want to be hypocritical but as humans, we innately have our own thoughts on things which sometimes can contradict the way we want to be. I've always absolutely despised people that are hypocrites, the ones who judge you for smoking a cigarette when they gave them up two days prior. I certainly try to pride myself on being someone that walks the walk of my talk as much as I can and I hope that my friends would attest to this. I've been in dire need of a new day job for the past month and as if this heat weren't horrible enough I spent the majority of my days walking around turning in resumes or going on open calls at bars and restaurants around the city. If there is one thing you need for going to an open call for a waitress in Hollywood it is confidence and the ability to smile and nod your head. </em><br /><br /><em>We've all been around judgemental people and seen the negativity and pollution that they spread and I for one will always try to not be judgemental yet being in situations like open calls brings about the real voices in your head. I know it is me being a hypocrite which is why this is what this babble is about because I constantly try to stay away from people who think they are in a place to judge anyone because guess what people? None of us are. My number one problem with going to church when I lived at home was the Christians reading verses from the bible reiterating how only god can judge us and it is our job as good religious people to support and love one another unconditionally and spread his word and that love and support. Yet all I saw everyday at church was gossip and judgement about everything from what someone was wearing to the fact that someone wasn't a good Christan for missing service last week. None the less these experiences in my life are what led me to want to lead a non judgemental life but sometimes yes....I'm a hypocrite because I'm judging right now.....and the judge victim is Girls in Hollywood. </em><br /><br /><em>For the past few years my experience has been going into an interview with these girls that wear little slutty outfits with high heels, perfect makeup and hair and have the audacity to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">BBM</span> while waiting to interview and every time these are the girls that get the job. Than like clockwork those are the girls that are an issue and management has lectures with the staff about there turnover rate and people not being on there phones etc. Why these managers think hiring someone who can't stay off there phone long enough to look professional at an interview is going to take pride in there professionalism in the workplace is beyond me. These past years of these redundant circumstances makes it hard for me not to judge the ones that happen now but I pride myself on having an open mind as well as perhaps some hypocrisy so I'm always willing to be proven wrong. </em><br /><br /><em>My first day today was the meeting with all the employee's of my new job and there maybe 20 girls there in total and maybe four of them myself included that didn't look like barbie dolls. I usually get places early so I had the distinct pleasure of watching every girl walk through the door and believe it or not after a while, I felt like I'd watched the same girl walk in over and over again. Plastic plastic plastic. All that's going through my head is how long are these girls going to last? Which ones will surprise me by actually having a good head on there shoulders? Where did she get those shoes?...wait...nevermind that last one.</em><br /><br /><em>I know that I for one can get dolled up, curl my hair, wear skirts and heels one night than go out wearing ripped jeans and a baggy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tshirt</span> the next and I don't want someone judging me either time thinking I'm a stereotype of that style because that's why clothes are fun because we can dress to our mood. Once again a reason why I don't want to label these girls but sometimes when it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck....well you get my drift.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Here's to my new job and to the hypocrite in me, she's judging you while warning you not to judge. Happy Tuesday and Happy September!</em><br /><em>Abigail Frank~</em>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-44533121900193261052009-08-31T14:45:00.000-07:002009-08-31T15:44:13.001-07:00Welcome to Los Angeles September<em>It's Monday and the last day of August. I want to say that I'm going to take the beginning of the new month and the beginning of my new job tomorrow as a clean slate and a fresh start but the problem is I don't know how I got here. The indirection in my career seemed to happen while I wasn't looking and the drive and focus that I once maintained so effortlessly to stay in shape and stay healthy seems now a continuous struggle. I've always had a roller coaster relationship with sleep ever since I can remember, if I sleep well for a few months than I won't sleep well for the few after that. The past week I dove back into the land of insomnia and I absolutely hate it's repercussions. When I was in high school and even my first year or two in LA, not sleeping became natural although I knew very well that it wasn't but I didn't feel its affects. I could sleep an hour or two a night, work all day, party all night and I felt like this amazing machine that couldn't be stopped by a silly thing like lack of rest but perhaps that's what happens when we get older. I feel like even when my eyes are closed, my mind is still running a mile a minute and its hard not to think as the hours go by that you should be sleeping as the sun comes up slowly in between your spurts of drifting in and out. My friends used to wonder where I found the time to work on so many creative outlets during high school and I feel like I owe it all to my lack of sleeping. During the night, it was quiet, it was dark and you feel like not only are you alone but your thoughts feel more free. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I spent some nights writing for hours or working on scripts or story lines, watching movie after movie after movie, going on my lawn with my telescope and stargazing, I miss the person that I used to be because although I knew it wasn't healthy and I couldn't be like that forever, I felt like I was always so stimulated. I feel like I use this word frequently, I have a philosophy on life that we should all be stimulated. I think our jobs should do so, I think our hobbies and passions should do so, our relationships and friendships should and if we are lucky than we can open ourselves up to allowing everything we take in, perceive, enjoy or detest to stimulate us. I feel like stimulation has to go somewhere, to me it goes into everything I accomplish, everything that I like about myself, it's what goes into my writing, my photography or even something as small as my daydreams. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I would say I'm pretty much back to square one and not at all where I wanted to be with my job or my routine in life but I think since I've found a very happy place of being positive, open minded and taking the stimulation from all the beautiful things in this world than I can put that into getting that drive and routine back and fixing the pieces of my life that aren't where I want them to be. </em><br /><em>In conclusion, It's easy to complain about the things that used to be better, that aren't where you want them to be now but when I think back on a few years ago and when things seemingly were better in those departments, I realize how much more analytical, worried, stressed and generally unhappy I was and to find myself almost every hour of the day being happy lately even with heavy eyes a delirious personality...it doesn't seem that bad to be back to square one. Change is good and having a goal is good so here we go....fresh slate, Welcome to Los Angeles September....we are one hell of a town.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Ze Crepe Place-</em><br /><em></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8trLTdO7RIEkqGUqNDnPdHnVzYAGCclG5_0v6d-Z6vdnIIGILxZZSobZjYBFUf3GIX024oQtqO5tWNZvYOFv4snq5VjlkJby6y_w9HcWoPGWMOaV1y11Cbw_QBAgUUPJF1adOzEf1q83/s1600-h/DSC05995.JPG"><em><img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376256333424114562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8trLTdO7RIEkqGUqNDnPdHnVzYAGCclG5_0v6d-Z6vdnIIGILxZZSobZjYBFUf3GIX024oQtqO5tWNZvYOFv4snq5VjlkJby6y_w9HcWoPGWMOaV1y11Cbw_QBAgUUPJF1adOzEf1q83/s400/DSC05995.JPG" /></em></a><br /><em></em><br /><em>Friends in my bedroom...these hot summer days</em><br /><em></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rWgccZuKKcDbl0PH8SVSXv2HoRNZlvKSTV4UMxkRmOokGOLR_Raix-cDOvEpZrsq2wGKjEtLskaoYMp8RD0WkodnWA82bj2IbvETC03U2GjKXdBO74JNQycVGIJT_GzXEXvzojFw9Y4I/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"><em><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376256338860946914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rWgccZuKKcDbl0PH8SVSXv2HoRNZlvKSTV4UMxkRmOokGOLR_Raix-cDOvEpZrsq2wGKjEtLskaoYMp8RD0WkodnWA82bj2IbvETC03U2GjKXdBO74JNQycVGIJT_GzXEXvzojFw9Y4I/s400/IMG_0013.jpg" /></em></a><br /><em></em><br /><em>Song of the day: Celine Dion- Le vol d'un ange</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Abigail Frank~</em>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-19027531479518584962009-08-27T12:12:00.000-07:002009-08-27T12:27:02.504-07:00Heavens to Murgatroyd<em>Top of the muffin to you! It’s Thursday and the fact that it’s the end of August already is terrifying me. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gazoy</span>! It feels like only a few years ago that I was drinking out of a bottle and whining to my mommy that I had a stomachache…well that actually happened a few days ago but you get my point. We are getting older people and it’s a scary thing to embrace but I’m trying. As I was checking my age group in an audition the other day I realized that I soon would no longer be in the 18-24 box, I really hope I’m one of those old ladies that can work it with grey hair. Question! Why do women cut there hair short when they get old? I plan not to.</em><br /><em><br />Subject of the day class: “<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Degoshdarn</span> Heat”<br />It’s been hot the past week and by hot I mean really hot and never ending. During the day I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> been looking forward to the night thinking it will be colder but what might be a slight two degree drop in temperature <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">isn</span>’t turning this head! Last night we ventured out for some good times and at approximately midnight I found myself on the sidelines of a dance floor feeling numbed by the heat. Trust me, I thought about dancing but the sweat layer forming over my entire body kept making me want more shots of tequila so I would hopefully forget the heat stroke that was baring down on me. Yes ladies and gentlemen, that’s a healthy lifestyle for you. After a club you think maybe outside will be cooler, alas it is not. After outside you think, maybe if I lay naked on top of the covers it will be cooler, alas it is not. My moral is that it’s hot and I want winter like a fat kid wants cake.<br /><br />I uploaded some photos from my camping trip and heavens to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">murgatroyd</span> was it fun! The fact that I was just complaining about the heat in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lalaland</span> and the first night of camping I awoke to raindrops falling on the roof of my tent should tell you how happy I was. </em><br /><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDJjTrb6sa4Hc4NlWMs2thHCzvHx-Vj9FSCASGl49p2j6JxtyYV10cOVa3aSQOgg45p2pgLsyvooHecBMgXdgnEKFO2AOmaVYv18WliWE6JWZjlUApStELTsutB7VegEFFyf0tTvqLOKM/s1600-h/IMG_9835.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374723868280678802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDJjTrb6sa4Hc4NlWMs2thHCzvHx-Vj9FSCASGl49p2j6JxtyYV10cOVa3aSQOgg45p2pgLsyvooHecBMgXdgnEKFO2AOmaVYv18WliWE6JWZjlUApStELTsutB7VegEFFyf0tTvqLOKM/s400/IMG_9835.jpg" /></a></em><br /><em></em><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLh5qONwCrxCw36mG64XMrIXg3vcM9t-izTxIERgvQoO01oB0muh2xaYHOV8Ag_YhjggnzVXltD3hmhSPLB_Bm7c3ztx_6T5a3V87kZEIQBboLHEFT2zHohFbq3AF42AAVsl2LdtB2QfG/s1600-h/IMG_9786.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374723876738336450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLh5qONwCrxCw36mG64XMrIXg3vcM9t-izTxIERgvQoO01oB0muh2xaYHOV8Ag_YhjggnzVXltD3hmhSPLB_Bm7c3ztx_6T5a3V87kZEIQBboLHEFT2zHohFbq3AF42AAVsl2LdtB2QfG/s400/IMG_9786.jpg" /></a></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Here is a cool picture that I like a lot that I snapped a few nights ago. My friend Gabrielle and I were sitting at "The Woods" and I took out my honking camera because our table and our legs had something in common....there stems.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoyKIQc5_ZA6IEeQxkYwtak510sIJhy7Xw4XoRNPCB9os4E46myiVAtLxniYjRChb7BEV2XOb-LqiQ5N24pKBbD4nPFThCmQyf0uHAC67o7mwWk5LjkbgDHvvXGyAhiBd_dXAv-2bsXHq/s1600-h/IMG_9956.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374723881703302770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoyKIQc5_ZA6IEeQxkYwtak510sIJhy7Xw4XoRNPCB9os4E46myiVAtLxniYjRChb7BEV2XOb-LqiQ5N24pKBbD4nPFThCmQyf0uHAC67o7mwWk5LjkbgDHvvXGyAhiBd_dXAv-2bsXHq/s400/IMG_9956.jpg" /></a></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>To read the full story and more check out my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Flickr</span> below.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">FLICKR</span>....I don't even know her!</em><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a><br /><br /><p><em>Song of the Day: Tim Myers- The Lucky Ones</em></p><p><em>Happy happy hot <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Thursday</span> Los Angeles, someone bring me some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ice cream</span>.</em></p><p><em>Abigail Frank~</em></p>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-22149923958908395922009-08-21T13:02:00.000-07:002009-08-21T14:32:29.652-07:00I'll be Whistlin Dixie<em>My hands are blotched in pink and white.</em><br /><div><em>The subject today class is camping and the great outdoors.</em></div><div><br /></div><div><em>Living in the only other two locations I have besides LA which were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Stockbridge</span>, VT and El <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dorado</span>, CA led to a large adjustment when relocating. Although I have no doubt that all of us non-natives had an adjustment period, I think that we all have one or two things that were the main change and mine was most definitely the Great Outdoors!.....and not being near my family...whatever ;) </em><br /></div><div><em>My home town was an hour drive from Lake Tahoe and was maybe a 30 minute drive to numerous good camping spots, ten minutes up the road was what we so cleverly deemed "The River" where we spent most aimless summer days laying on hot rocks, drinking adolescent concoctions and swimming down stream surrounded by huge trees and the smell of the most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">untampered</span> air in the world. Camping in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Norcal</span> is just a way of life and I miss it so much here. A group of my friends would plan trips frequently just for a night or two, my mother and I would go once a month to fish and she would tell me stories from her life, every year at our family reunions we would basically rent out the entire grounds because of the pure mass of our clan....these are the things I think of when I think of camping. There is something about being out in the wilderness that soothes your body, you immediately start moving slower and joining the pace of the forest as the trees sway with the wind and sounds of creatures and a crackling fire take over your thoughts.</em></div><div><br /></div><div><em>I am departing this evening to go camping for the weekend and get out of this crazy city if even for a short while and I took a moment to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reminisce</span> prior to heighten my already stirred excitement for the trip. Here is a collage of some good memories of hanging out with mother nature. I didn't want to really dive into my archives so these are very random but I realized I apparently have an affinity for taking pictures of S<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">mores</span> and the one on the bottom right was my friend and I playing with my camera and the light from the fire, I'm not really a sorcerer.</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWcc3JX2_IMQQHtRQ8HE6Fy2akG6BT2RUqR79G6td8GRkFX4eVsijkOBUX49mYVFH3ZzpjHbg8K29nddZK7j4ZSQ2iQ0FueEAq8oeZNJcAp8ejCEqiaR4D3qyqw3vwzk595v-Xh7YET52/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372532173537219762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWcc3JX2_IMQQHtRQ8HE6Fy2akG6BT2RUqR79G6td8GRkFX4eVsijkOBUX49mYVFH3ZzpjHbg8K29nddZK7j4ZSQ2iQ0FueEAq8oeZNJcAp8ejCEqiaR4D3qyqw3vwzk595v-Xh7YET52/s400/1.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><em>In other news....I still live in LA and drink coffee and wear boots....</em> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwLTuRhkfzlEsm2XW_C4BWihTXOOwV0DVPzTLz_UyHxijjAfG0Y7Oaj10RoeTUR6r2n-SxX3K7mQTIXvhvVAA_OcTgp7Cc1netCL54x5X2EiB4IXuzNqQWArDOvMUtxhWTHEDmtXkhlRq/s1600-h/IMG_96582.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372510761708394146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwLTuRhkfzlEsm2XW_C4BWihTXOOwV0DVPzTLz_UyHxijjAfG0Y7Oaj10RoeTUR6r2n-SxX3K7mQTIXvhvVAA_OcTgp7Cc1netCL54x5X2EiB4IXuzNqQWArDOvMUtxhWTHEDmtXkhlRq/s320/IMG_96582.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><em>Little baby Taylor has left us once again to return to the Whale's Vagina so I bid her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">adieu</span> once more with a photo I snapped yesterday laying on my sill.</em></div><div> </div><div><em>Love you Taylor even though you have strange attributes, dubious grooming habits and pooped in my room.</em><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyAUnayHCjadWeEZZKN6o-95qMSRydt7QB-zLLoCcPJ7QB8ms4h1Tsi1zV56a-G4d24xcuJPGPTyuBWM2rgoYNEcD20FsbAylSN5wflFl2gNgdGiScTdNla6_3KywYx5m_p-4xXDcJUb6/s1600-h/IMG_96462.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372510752662520498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPyAUnayHCjadWeEZZKN6o-95qMSRydt7QB-zLLoCcPJ7QB8ms4h1Tsi1zV56a-G4d24xcuJPGPTyuBWM2rgoYNEcD20FsbAylSN5wflFl2gNgdGiScTdNla6_3KywYx5m_p-4xXDcJUb6/s320/IMG_96462.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Exercise</span> called and it's coming for me on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Monday</span>, I need a tan and a vat of concealer.</em><br /><br /></div><div><em>Happy Friday! </em><br /></div><p><em>Song of the Day: Train- <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Feist</span> & Ben <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gibbard</span></em></p>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-21362951942604555342009-08-20T12:04:00.000-07:002009-08-20T12:53:06.131-07:00To be Friends or Not to be<em>It's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Thursday</span>, the sun is shining and the tank is clean. Good Afternoon Hollywood! </em><br /><br /><em>I've been soaking in this thought about friendship the past week and felt like venting. I could say sharing but it's really just a way for me to blab about something that most likely my friends wouldn't want to have an earful of. </em><br /><br /><em>I feel like at some point along the way or I will disclaim that perhaps the variable is where I live but I feel as though there has been a certain standard that was put on being "Friends" with someone that to me seems to border on what the standard of a "Relationship" entails.</em><br /><br /><em>Example. I text my friend for coffee which I did last week as well but this week I also want to get together to borrow something for a shoot. All of a sudden I am getting semi put in the hot seat about only wanting to see him to borrow something and how I don't hang out or call as much as I used to. Now maybe it would be awesome to hear another point of view on this because maybe this is the standard of being friends and I'm just a shitty friend but I feel like once I've known someone for a while and would admit to knowing them and them being my friend, I don't need to question there motives for wanting to borrow something or needing a ride. Why are we all so ready to jump at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">someones</span> throat? Is it because so many people out there are users or is it our own insecurities that people don't like us for who we are? </em><br /><br /><em>I love watching <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">TV</span> shows because in these <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">made up</span> lands, the characters will pull the most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">outrageous</span> pranks, make the most ridiculous mistakes and be forgiven. They will show up unannounced at the other characters apartments and just need something and everything seems normal because they are "Friends" and they don't need to reiterate how special there friendship is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> they do what friends do....like helping <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> out.</em><br /><em>Okay....rant over. I've had these situations many times in the past and sometimes they are completely justified but other times I just feel like I'm ready to drop the friends that apparently need a relationship standard from me and are pretty much always ready to stand trial on my character. Somehow I've found a mismatched group of friends who all love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> for who they are and are there for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> no matter what happens without questioning the motives and for this I am without a doubt most thankful for. Since I don't know where to send this note of gratitude....I plan to put it in everything I do. The End.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>This is a photo I took of my friend walking down the street with a Pizza Pie we bought for the gang. I want to sell it to Dominoes as there campaign.....Call me?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMYkRHAV_c-YMBPI8IdfmqsnacBOK-12kLxgaLvNvManCBrlY44rwsvUR-SYOfib2Lvvqh1jpbJQeOZKKZP1UD0InCvaaLClhTuJ5Clry1rvdWpAYeCmN-tmgx5AGFYtNnUyL-P2zkeTf/s1600-h/S503098422.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372131387559462082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGMYkRHAV_c-YMBPI8IdfmqsnacBOK-12kLxgaLvNvManCBrlY44rwsvUR-SYOfib2Lvvqh1jpbJQeOZKKZP1UD0InCvaaLClhTuJ5Clry1rvdWpAYeCmN-tmgx5AGFYtNnUyL-P2zkeTf/s320/S503098422.JPG" /></a></em><br /><em>Go Check out my Flickr</em><br /><em>ABIGAIL FRANK PHOTOGRAPHY</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Song of the Day: Josh <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Radin</span>- <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sundrenched</span> World</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Kisses World Kisses</em>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-42980086845816530442009-08-19T10:45:00.000-07:002009-08-19T11:33:48.162-07:00<div><div><em>The summer is almost over, the temperature is changing and tonight might be the first to use my trusty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">rice bag</span>. I love that I used to make them in Junior High for my mom's clients and they would revel at how amazing they were. I always be thinking..."<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Humm</span>...it's just rice I put into a bag and sowed up and if they were lucky threw a spruce of jasmine or rosemary in there". The comfort of sleeping with one though is amazing, I should start a business for singles in LA with animal allergies...I could make millions! </em></div><em></em></div><div> </div><div><em>I took photos a few days ago at the Hollywood <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Artwalk</span> in Hollywood where there numerous different artists, bands and even my friend getting his first tattoo done live onstage. Great event, please check out my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Flickr</span> to see them all :)</em> <div> </div><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a></div><div><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TPbmPz1SGJw2D0hx8HVW2UoJPH99jPEKb3VKkzx4QfcKIvsj8lLbyV95bAIwaxLFNcXNoyYlC6ohnOavXQ6_teAiEu0oUQRgXBrIuKtgLyGzeQ8R-262kzw8FzyYZm6AY8GWiGL0u-Az/s1600-h/IMG_9572.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371743788984556210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TPbmPz1SGJw2D0hx8HVW2UoJPH99jPEKb3VKkzx4QfcKIvsj8lLbyV95bAIwaxLFNcXNoyYlC6ohnOavXQ6_teAiEu0oUQRgXBrIuKtgLyGzeQ8R-262kzw8FzyYZm6AY8GWiGL0u-Az/s320/IMG_9572.jpg" /></a></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3QQKW_WoCwZle7XAi9zbfRRmOHjaToJ6y6A3T_etAQvX90JPYnpXNOI_z4rH-q8-1ygrdeEBSENF_BZZ7CZaBbPvb9QxvpmppskPqICGrgpZRznl-mhbg6MYEY-o7BozTnkjtFyBoImZ/s1600-h/IMG_9602.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371743797104267362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3QQKW_WoCwZle7XAi9zbfRRmOHjaToJ6y6A3T_etAQvX90JPYnpXNOI_z4rH-q8-1ygrdeEBSENF_BZZ7CZaBbPvb9QxvpmppskPqICGrgpZRznl-mhbg6MYEY-o7BozTnkjtFyBoImZ/s320/IMG_9602.jpg" /></a></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>Song of the Day: Gimme Sympathy- Metric</em></div><div><em></em> </div></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-50723508219953800682009-08-10T12:28:00.000-07:002009-08-10T13:03:12.561-07:00I Can Feel a Hot One<em>Last night I dreamt that I was a giraffe and I looked so ridiculous that I wanted to laugh but giraffes can't talk so how could they laugh? Who ever saw a giraffe laugh? </em><br /><br /><div><div><em>Movie Review of the week- I went and saw "500 Days of Summer" this weekend and although I already knew how much I loved the actors in it, love stories and indie style flicks, I was amazed at the trip it took me on. Anyone who sees this film will admit to having been in a relationship like the one depicted here playing one of the roles. I don't believe I'm spoiling by saying I left the theater with the thought that relationships end all the time and people always want someone to blame for it. Friends always ask who ended it, who cheated, whose fault is it that it didn't work out? Yet the truth of all human connections, non connections or every frequency in between is that they happen and don't happen and the reasons for can't always be tracked or traced back to a reason. The indescribableness<span style="color:#ffff00;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"> </span></span>of there magic or there disaster is what makes us keep loving, fighting, writing, creating and dreaming. </em></div><div><em>I felt like this movie made you think and made you smile while displaying amazing visual cinematography and seasoned acting chops not to mention the off the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Richter</span> scale cuteness level of Joseph Gordon Levitt and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zoey</span></span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Deschanel</span></span>. </em></div><div><br /><em>This weekend consisted of magic, Movie at the Grove, Beer Pong at Happy Endings, Brunch in Los <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Feliz</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boba</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hooka</span> in Burbank, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cappuchino's</span> in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Weho</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dj's</span> and drinks in Culver City, Bank adventures in Downtown and Standard Rooftop Pool Party.</em> <em>I can't complain.</em></div><div><em>Here are some photo favorites I took this weekend, please check out my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">flickr</span></span> to look at them all :)</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_vs6DQ6MLMO7g6ywfQQLnm6zF7tPlJifSFwrlxVmo6v9yS-kRPaq3v7EqJ25R97CgZcXPiHBm8jEaqb1C_6KYmGPAJvk6AQXu1awdDOXkebee3HabQAMK9ZR07e3KJks1u-kMs7MjHCu/s1600-h/IMG_9376.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368424422281946274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_vs6DQ6MLMO7g6ywfQQLnm6zF7tPlJifSFwrlxVmo6v9yS-kRPaq3v7EqJ25R97CgZcXPiHBm8jEaqb1C_6KYmGPAJvk6AQXu1awdDOXkebee3HabQAMK9ZR07e3KJks1u-kMs7MjHCu/s320/IMG_9376.jpg" /></a></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJNQ9nzXUVcAPXEl1hBAeKeE220-hfQXdPnjTQKW_EYRE85qZGvlyo5UkqKuJieuJSBaoGOD2FVlvqgHX35YfbsCiGI6GNl_SCvqHyjpdlvekBFgvQe0YR8M0simqoTxHsRpAvgOTzxOz/s1600-h/IMG_9531.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368424425103436530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJNQ9nzXUVcAPXEl1hBAeKeE220-hfQXdPnjTQKW_EYRE85qZGvlyo5UkqKuJieuJSBaoGOD2FVlvqgHX35YfbsCiGI6GNl_SCvqHyjpdlvekBFgvQe0YR8M0simqoTxHsRpAvgOTzxOz/s320/IMG_9531.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ105XT-NlLt2ehLPGNkZc75bOoJFq3D9HIjBMjrShrUS_HTH8CyA1z2eAqOnCKjN2TYDw_QCzeHZlf09tA0LrmkyCiLXeMvcy_dNCR4kKJfz23SrkE2KBNm6qgUe8QTF6n9Dzv9cc_irm/s1600-h/IMG_9345.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368424418813883234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ105XT-NlLt2ehLPGNkZc75bOoJFq3D9HIjBMjrShrUS_HTH8CyA1z2eAqOnCKjN2TYDw_QCzeHZlf09tA0LrmkyCiLXeMvcy_dNCR4kKJfz23SrkE2KBNm6qgUe8QTF6n9Dzv9cc_irm/s320/IMG_9345.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">FLICKR</span></span> PHOTOGRAPHY PAGE-</div><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a></div><div></div><div><em>I hope everyone had an amazing weekend!</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>Song of the day:</em> Manchester Orchestra- I can feel a hot one</div><div></div></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-13903344565952655362009-08-05T15:27:00.000-07:002009-08-05T15:55:26.547-07:00Einstein said, "Imagination is more important than knowledge". Sometimes I find that the two can be one in the same because when you use your imagination you explore the possibilities that a person who uses the left side of there brain more wouldn't reach using there reasoning and knowledge. When one explores the other possibilities and finds the solutions to things that equations and textbook <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">know how</span> cannot, they are then perceived as being knowledgeable. A circle...life is a circle.<br /><br />This is a picture I took on Fairfax by Whole Foods...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzmC-7JcCwZheEHr9NgU8tn2wHHMZBCbe59tFD8jtFDS4VHUOjqljX-X-9b1Jqiex-5q6dbL0SVphoYAoONfigsrHpqR840wS27Ziu5xY-vhjPnTYrUNUo4koUB7ue63o0Kty4ACwRBIU/s1600-h/IMG_92272.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366613742160948386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzmC-7JcCwZheEHr9NgU8tn2wHHMZBCbe59tFD8jtFDS4VHUOjqljX-X-9b1Jqiex-5q6dbL0SVphoYAoONfigsrHpqR840wS27Ziu5xY-vhjPnTYrUNUo4koUB7ue63o0Kty4ACwRBIU/s320/IMG_92272.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Here are shots from the shoot I did with my friend Wayne, for more please go check out my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">flickr</span> page by clicking the link below...<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1WMt5_gwna97F3HtEjeHHQ3DdsMEHIWJyUXNBz-gewzCob9B_fHlG_kIOCwsWeKHGVuw9qLL8TYBPYvthNZayOV03u5odEg3UzM8qPoG1QJxGujuld0h1goa2KoGch7r7KLaOaPrLGF7/s1600-h/DSC042272.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366613866043101266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1WMt5_gwna97F3HtEjeHHQ3DdsMEHIWJyUXNBz-gewzCob9B_fHlG_kIOCwsWeKHGVuw9qLL8TYBPYvthNZayOV03u5odEg3UzM8qPoG1QJxGujuld0h1goa2KoGch7r7KLaOaPrLGF7/s320/DSC042272.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Song of the day: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">K'naan</span>- FlagAbigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-1745182343289714952009-07-29T12:51:00.000-07:002009-07-29T13:18:34.150-07:00I'm craving football season. Good Morning Los Angeles! Actually it's not morning but it's when I'm first getting on the computer so stop trying to start a fight with me. There are a bunch of TV shows that I feel like I've been missing out on since not getting television and not that I couldn't just watch them online but somehow things seem much easier to vegetable out to when your flipping stations. I won't go into the scary number of travel channel and food network shows I used to watch constantly but let's just say I never missed an episode of Man Vs. Food or No Reservations to name two. I'm relatively sure that my dream life would consist of traveling the world, eating and drinking a lot. Dam Adam Richman, you sexy beast. Another random show I used to love was A & E's Intervention. It's rather sad but every episode on there where they are inter vining an alcoholic kind of makes me want a drink. Perhaps because it's hard to watch without one or because I figure there will be one less drinker in the world after the show so I should make up for them. I will talk to my therapist about it after my mid life crisis. So to all you people who have TVs....enjoy them for without them we are forced to read books, soak up energy from the sun, converse over coffee and cuddle with breathtaking people....so enjoy.<br /><br />Once again click on my Flickr to see more pictures from a shoot I did of Grey...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9OWvtW8Msr5BVLUeWdodbjobgih8xCsdyy8YJZUIT3E-tu5irfnevlzeViwv-jCg6ddMUBd4kEj2_sDfVZbrSOlS7nud30V-nr2XomqsU4MkADPOnrqJQegDeLDMZez2Ff6mE5byf1jB/s1600-h/IMG_5836.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363974791162236642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9OWvtW8Msr5BVLUeWdodbjobgih8xCsdyy8YJZUIT3E-tu5irfnevlzeViwv-jCg6ddMUBd4kEj2_sDfVZbrSOlS7nud30V-nr2XomqsU4MkADPOnrqJQegDeLDMZez2Ff6mE5byf1jB/s320/IMG_5836.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Also here is a funny dumb video I did randomly with my friend Curtis from UCB, practicing improv can be a lot of fun<br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07nhjwdhTIA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07nhjwdhTIA</a></p><p>Good day Good People</p>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-34823648980635979542009-07-27T17:33:00.000-07:002009-07-27T18:09:27.960-07:00Everyone talks about different ages and how when you are well past your youth, you will look back and realize how much you were changing, how much you were finding yourself. Everyone says these times are so important. In thirty years I will become part of everyone and I wonder what I will feel for these days I live now and these thoughts and feelings that remind me all the time how right "everyone" is. I think as a child, I took a negative connotation to adults saying things like "One day you will understand" or eluding to how unworldly and unknowing I was but as I got older, I realized how those kind of statements are not only true but nor should they not be. Once you know yourself and everything entirely, there would be no life. There would be no growth, no relationships, no reason for anything. <div> </div><div>I have such immense hope for the future but sometimes I'm left flabbergasted at how in the same brain can be torrid confusion laying side by side with the daydreaming hopeful imagination of a dimwitted ten year old. I use to dream constantly, during the day, laying up at night, almost constantly making up scenarios in my head and playing them out like a movie and now I feel as though I sometimes have to allot time to dream like its a chore in my daily planner.<br /></div><br /><div>This is a photo from a live body art show I went to...</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYZOExpIjAT-enrp-9HOMZLZDngZEBQ9gPSXi8DyGiNIs5Gwris7X_ZAfDOcCeNy2AE0t5yzCxTspVcrTiMQEjGb_v9vj2T1lwHKziZjHXptoayp19B89MMdYfuzJJ8clcCG7nVnSTwly/s1600-h/IMG_4494.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363308852683220370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYZOExpIjAT-enrp-9HOMZLZDngZEBQ9gPSXi8DyGiNIs5Gwris7X_ZAfDOcCeNy2AE0t5yzCxTspVcrTiMQEjGb_v9vj2T1lwHKziZjHXptoayp19B89MMdYfuzJJ8clcCG7nVnSTwly/s320/IMG_4494.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>I added some cool random shots I took over my birthday weekend onto Flickr so check them out :)<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiAeL8VPXjOge728acRuC69HomMsyqWEbdF2m7WR4AkRb04O1N2GFbOKDQE_sdpgyFEGOJUgA3gz8AsipNsqER8HhMXlqE7q45sx8egbT3IALRy40ayBd_oI2j3N5bwIVgghJiHFCJMqC/s1600-h/DSC05925.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363311632667116674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiAeL8VPXjOge728acRuC69HomMsyqWEbdF2m7WR4AkRb04O1N2GFbOKDQE_sdpgyFEGOJUgA3gz8AsipNsqER8HhMXlqE7q45sx8egbT3IALRy40ayBd_oI2j3N5bwIVgghJiHFCJMqC/s320/DSC05925.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I got back to my apartment and as I read my LA Times, Madeleine Peyroux who I listen to frequently comes on and it will always and forever remind me of staying in Paris and riding the metro by myself around on rainy mornings watching the people and falling in love with all there is out there in the world to experience.</div><br /><div>Song of the Day= Madeleine Peyroux- Between the Bars</div><div> </div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-23701701730320054272009-07-21T14:37:00.001-07:002009-07-22T17:23:33.117-07:00Random Babble from Out of the BlueThis is the day deemed Hump Day so I suppose that means we are halfway to the weekend, which means we are closer to my birthday!<br /><br />Last night after hanging out with my roomie for a bit and than realizing I must prepare to retire, I got a phone call from an old good friend that moved back home to my home town six months ago saying he was in town. He and a few friends came over and we sat talking for a few hours, it sounds sad but they made me feel really happy that I didn't live back at home and lived in a place that makes me so happy. We all ended up at Fred 62's for a sunrise breakfast which inspired the shoot I did today, it's all meant to be and I really like those words together...Sunrise Breakfast.<br /><br /><br />Speaking of food...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmQUkgJAEiYGIdN4H8PNziAZq5OLrmwaSbWGOkI-xmIdYO7uDwZN0HBtBQCDDNCsy_zn9m9dKK6cIHiUDd0jxb8N2oVZ3dTWJ5trMLaa6quZqp1GQpuKfQAQywLWA5HmX6UwBYb_9pYN5/s1600-h/DSC059092.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361442027858291538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmQUkgJAEiYGIdN4H8PNziAZq5OLrmwaSbWGOkI-xmIdYO7uDwZN0HBtBQCDDNCsy_zn9m9dKK6cIHiUDd0jxb8N2oVZ3dTWJ5trMLaa6quZqp1GQpuKfQAQywLWA5HmX6UwBYb_9pYN5/s320/DSC059092.JPG" /></a><br />...it was good to me today.<br /><p>Random thoughts-</p><p><br />In the movie "Marvin's Room" Diane Keaton's character says in the end of the film, "I've had such love in my life...I've had such love". Meryl Streep's character says, "Yes, they loved you very much" to which she replies, "No that's not what I meant. I loved them, I've been so lucky to be able to love people so much".<br />I saw this movie years and years ago and still think about this scene all the time. Can one's life be full with only there love for others? Should those of us who allow ourselves to actually experience loving others while not worrying if its requited count ourselves as lucky? </p>We as humans are naturally selfish in some respect and when I think of feeling love, I associate it with complete selflessness because that's how I experience it. That is why I suppose it is so dangerous. Okay my blog should be called "Random Babble from out of the Blue" because I am really bad at tieing all my thoughts together to make one coherent subject....Ohhhh Wellsies.<br /><br />Song of the Day: Andrew Bird- Fake PalindromesAbigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-42813978014452517252009-07-21T12:33:00.000-07:002009-07-21T12:53:05.914-07:00Hollywood has an amazing array of artwork not just in it but on it and although I don't necessarily give my seal of approval to tagging, I find beauty everywhere in the personal expression.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiir3PcGUQrGpIxDNSmVxSVdtYlAdNh8XsU_hHCwuh2XrwKv2t3FAD4H8P8IVwfEW8j3MlAuZxL1zO1b67qkhD8T7b-f9D9Yl1RDsFT07eo3yFdVNjoyt-j_LAj4fnJM3Y0F4hHb8gUL-3X/s1600-h/IMG_89942.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000951620769522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiir3PcGUQrGpIxDNSmVxSVdtYlAdNh8XsU_hHCwuh2XrwKv2t3FAD4H8P8IVwfEW8j3MlAuZxL1zO1b67qkhD8T7b-f9D9Yl1RDsFT07eo3yFdVNjoyt-j_LAj4fnJM3Y0F4hHb8gUL-3X/s320/IMG_89942.jpg" /></a><br />Love forever Jim Morrison<br /></div><div>I shot one of my close friends Joshua Cole yesterday and these are my favorite shots, the other few are on my site which you can click the link below the pic to get to.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsp4qVi4C01MJ8ZFrcf29_3J2y3tm78zeprvs8noP-rLAXqdZDwJvxgPH8lmIhd_U8YC4tYBirrXX-1AH50o1_2YaoE_r32H177hyphenhyphenpKIaYkbANltXuf7SH1yE3mo4YVB6nFMWVaQYuXFV/s1600-h/IMG_8999.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361001682858764466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsp4qVi4C01MJ8ZFrcf29_3J2y3tm78zeprvs8noP-rLAXqdZDwJvxgPH8lmIhd_U8YC4tYBirrXX-1AH50o1_2YaoE_r32H177hyphenhyphenpKIaYkbANltXuf7SH1yE3mo4YVB6nFMWVaQYuXFV/s320/IMG_8999.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWVo9um-o3yh8jtd2F9zdHFBzUvu75d_HoEXECBpxmw-AZgxXpzQBeVBETJXPxigAoucul03DgJK_Bh8-IAKAdBcSZVh3F7q3X_BclmVZL_ZtoiYYwuEMXlGagk5zd89UNvzmOrGH_oh7/s1600-h/IMG_9005.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361001933668847538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWVo9um-o3yh8jtd2F9zdHFBzUvu75d_HoEXECBpxmw-AZgxXpzQBeVBETJXPxigAoucul03DgJK_Bh8-IAKAdBcSZVh3F7q3X_BclmVZL_ZtoiYYwuEMXlGagk5zd89UNvzmOrGH_oh7/s320/IMG_9005.jpg" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a><br /><div> </div><div>Song of the Day: Etta James- At Last</div><div>Quote of the Day- "They say such nice things about people at there funerals that it makes me sad to realize I'm going to miss mine just by a few days" -Garrison Keillor</div><div> </div></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-32247783733108815192009-07-16T11:40:00.000-07:002009-07-16T11:53:26.296-07:00A Day for the Butterflies<span style="font-size:85%;">I have two hours before a photo shoot and while I started composing my disheveled appearance, I started reminiscing on how sublime my last day was. Waking up in good spirits with a smile on your face contradictory of the miniscule amount of resting hours your body has been given is nothing short of a gift from a higher power. Although there are strides I need to make in the next month, I feel the more good energy I put forth in my pursuits, the more good energy comes back at me. Yesterday while enjoying a slight breeze with a paper and vanilla latte, I found myself befriending a stranger and spending a long while conversing and bantering about creativity, passion and art and leaving stimulated and wondering how other people expand there minds and experience all the world has to offer who don’t take chances. The day continued on somewhat the same congenial pathway as I went to the Agape Spiritual Center for the first time (unknowingly to the congregation because I didn’t get hand blessed by the crowd) maybe next time but than I’d be lying…crap. Anyways, there is always a fine line drawn in my head where spirituality and enlightening meet hokey cult status. I’m not bagging on anyone but clearly as anything that is so close to our souls and spirits, what might seem silly to me might be changing someone else’s life around. This place was a wonderful blend of religious attributes, connectivity with similar minds and an outlook on life that I not only share but daily push myself to remember. One of the things I walked out replaying in my head was a concept of freedom that was spoken about, when you think about what freedom is in actuality, it’s rather hard to wrap your head around. </span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">I find myself at my age being almost a standstill in-between the beliefs of my mother and father which in a strange way seems fitting. My mother the ever sturdy southern Christian has one of the most admirable belief systems and unequivocal faiths I’ve ever witnessed and if I were to say I would change one thing about her or how she raised me on them I would be doing a disservice to the woman who will always live behind rose colored glasses. I could speak her praises for years but as I grew and saw her as the human with faults and problems like all of us, I realized she was lacking in a spiritual side that I had yearned for. She read to us bible verses and taught us that “all things were made through him” and I wanted to experience it all. If all things were a mirror of god in some way than I craved learning that way, I wanted to travel, meet new people, and try new things. My mom more content to stay away from the unknown and confide in her knowledge, my father on the other hand rebelled against traditional religion and attends a new age church which can’t mention any denomination or any god so they basically all chant together things like “thank you” and “ we are one”. Don’t get me wrong I’m thankful and I’ve been following the “we are one” belief since Disney popped off a little gem called The Lion King but spending a few hours chanting them not associating them with religion or our lives or our spirits seems lackluster to me and unfortunately goes in one ear and goes out the other. The thing I obviously did take from that new age experience was the spirituality of dropping your walls and digging deep past the voices that swim through your subconscious. This is getting long and hopefully made some type of sense but my point being that I’ve found myself consistently and happily progressing and being ensconced in life and perhaps not quite yet in the big picture but in who I want to be. If you exude the elements in life which you aspire, they will come back at you everywhere, you just have to keep your eyes open and mind free to embrace the impossible.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Cameraphone picture of the day- I saw this on a wall and I like it's message.</span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNagSTRrUe0ZJvI05yFwNsXRzrkmWtMFoJ1Ff02k3S9R0B-jnyyzbp0bhXD9OH8jM_pDouPNEoQsbuMpbADEF9Ti1w7hEvAoWuHUEC0xe3ciWEeiFHksoTGo47_DJ2_zxw59bx7r2StQdK/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359131731428512290" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNagSTRrUe0ZJvI05yFwNsXRzrkmWtMFoJ1Ff02k3S9R0B-jnyyzbp0bhXD9OH8jM_pDouPNEoQsbuMpbADEF9Ti1w7hEvAoWuHUEC0xe3ciWEeiFHksoTGo47_DJ2_zxw59bx7r2StQdK/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Song of the day: Hello Vegas- Spiderwebs</span></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-47973428120283827412009-07-15T15:24:00.000-07:002009-07-21T11:01:31.502-07:007-12-09 Standard Downtown Pool PartyI thought this blog had posted but I signed on and it's sitting there unposted so woopsies daises. Last sunday I went to The Standard Rooftop Pool Party and I can't say enough about how much I love this venue. Not only are Sunday's promoted by some of my good friends and usually involve amazing bands, DJ's, Live Artists, Drink Specials and other odd ball specialties but it all happens on a rooftop overlooking downtown, what more could you ask for? I guess free licorice but I'm not greedy. Here are some shots I took, Click on the link below to see them all.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/40488733@N07/</a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOf1_O-TliyAnOBG5M7fHP2odG6UzFZf3ci7Rd4R5OmHzv0d18qztPx8kmH96wAt7JsR-_DfiQABWoWsWsVJnixBL7161pNfrdGzlSK_CAJXQCHBJT7z8y-7j1vTV5EFvE0hBivUAMuoDF/s1600-h/IMG_8779.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820426838004770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOf1_O-TliyAnOBG5M7fHP2odG6UzFZf3ci7Rd4R5OmHzv0d18qztPx8kmH96wAt7JsR-_DfiQABWoWsWsVJnixBL7161pNfrdGzlSK_CAJXQCHBJT7z8y-7j1vTV5EFvE0hBivUAMuoDF/s320/IMG_8779.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cijKAuG4ki3BtQJJaNoz5INhgwShxf7IeqVyvK2lP0Tz3n_PUV86E3zW0d7shIqf_g4pOn7NkpANIEBIL6AtYEIjcp6EGKb0QprLZY1ICgZ-Q6_rlgMgIK-dKq32ldFKj4xstaPa0yyS/s1600-h/IMG_8769.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820295631488482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cijKAuG4ki3BtQJJaNoz5INhgwShxf7IeqVyvK2lP0Tz3n_PUV86E3zW0d7shIqf_g4pOn7NkpANIEBIL6AtYEIjcp6EGKb0QprLZY1ICgZ-Q6_rlgMgIK-dKq32ldFKj4xstaPa0yyS/s320/IMG_8769.JPG" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aTlUE8cUT3enXNY3i891dqZWhiMXlHu9cY0mkCKFtDMfcxHcG22M4-TL1fp_T5foQbmSa1D91yx98kaat1EkIo4rEUxbEwe_sNNxxAMI6r4_O5oiQ2pu7hapUcHfbOCmLZ3zgECtp5Mc/s1600-h/IMG_8964.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358820935203221858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4aTlUE8cUT3enXNY3i891dqZWhiMXlHu9cY0mkCKFtDMfcxHcG22M4-TL1fp_T5foQbmSa1D91yx98kaat1EkIo4rEUxbEwe_sNNxxAMI6r4_O5oiQ2pu7hapUcHfbOCmLZ3zgECtp5Mc/s320/IMG_8964.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_eyc8LZAAAtu4Z4HFfxYR-d6EVOVGZ8e0DX7nW_z8zSKuA23TK4JtzVex66seZLgqHIZRv_aWkEe4ag1KXAmutzHCRD77XWoY6XDurBcQiJkyROs6qtOu6AttxQKbBhnliuzbNBHHnSp/s1600-h/IMG_8787.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358821040713100274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_eyc8LZAAAtu4Z4HFfxYR-d6EVOVGZ8e0DX7nW_z8zSKuA23TK4JtzVex66seZLgqHIZRv_aWkEe4ag1KXAmutzHCRD77XWoY6XDurBcQiJkyROs6qtOu6AttxQKbBhnliuzbNBHHnSp/s320/IMG_8787.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799522522483034299.post-4155604684494000002009-07-12T12:28:00.000-07:002009-07-12T13:06:54.297-07:00Sometimes you feel like your headed for the Post Office<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I have to say that I truly hate labels, I know that people can talk about this forever no matter if it's race, social standing, sexuality or monetary achievements but I think I shall as well for a moment. When I was younger I always was classified as a "Tom Boy", this label grouping together any girl that didn't write I heart Bobby McGee on there three ring binder and preferred climbing tree's and acting out movie scenes and literary adventures in her backyard over painting her nails and trying on there friends brassieres. Not that anyone really likes to be generalized but I hated being put in a box. As we get older and move away from small minds and small towns, we realize that the labels we tried so hard to unglue are no longer there and that new ones than get made. If there is anything that I look for the most in people and find most attractive is being open minded. When you allow yourself to disconnect your brain from what society has taught you to think about certain things, you than are able to learn what they really are and form your own opinions. Years ago there were things that I associated with being a bad thing, a scary thing, a naughty thing or what have you but as you walk through your life and run into these things and you have the option of sticking a label on it and running with the herd or of opening your mind to a new possibility. I've found myself many times being open to something and than realizing it wasn't for me, that the scary looking thing really was scary but than you at least are confident in who you are because your judgements and your thoughts were made on your own. I've always followed my heart and sometimes to my own demise but as I meet people who don't follow there hearts because they don't want to be classified for doing it, I feel thankful that I've never let that fear stop me from being myself and no matter how much packaging, labeling and boxing people do to you in your life, you are just you and when you smile with confidence at a stranger on the street, that's what they will see.</span>Abigail Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16623522565211425776noreply@blogger.com1