Showing posts with label misc.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label misc.. Show all posts

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Icons

Back when I was really into message boards, I got into the craze of making 100x100 icons. Recently, I've missed making them. Below, I have some examples of some of my old and new work. New work, as in the last hour or so!

Old


New


Now here's the fun part: I am taking requests! Just fill out the form here! You can send in multiple requests too. Just make sure you give me credit. ;)

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Winter Olympics

This is the first Winter Olympics I have seen, and I have become a HUGE fan. If you're wondering, my favorite events have been short track, ice dancing, figure skating, snowboard cross, and ski cross. AND USA beat Canada in Hockey today! My favorite athletes have been J.R. Celski, Apolo Ohno, Alexandre Bilodeau, Johnny Weir, Shen/Zhao, Shaun White, and Bode Miller. I'm sure I would have less American favorites if it wasn't for NBC. Right now, I am thinking of ways to somehow incorporate my favorite athletes into book-related posts. Maybe a contest in the works? Do you have any other ideas?

Anyway, I was wondering if you knew of any books, preferably YA, that features any winter sport! I would greatly appreciate it. :)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Salinger's Esquire Letter

I meant to post this yesterday, but the Opening Ceremony of the Winter Olympics distracted me. :P Anyway, this is a letter that a then 26-old J.D. Salinger wrote to Esquire Magazine.

"I am twenty-six and in my fourth year in the Army. I've been overseas seventeen months so far. Landed on Utah Beach on D-Day with the Fourth Division and was with the 12th Infantry of the Fourth until the end of the war here. The Air Corps background for This Sandwich Has No Mayonnaise comes naturally because I used to be in the Air Corps. Have also been in the Signal Corps. Am also a graduate of Valley Forge Military Academy. After the war I plan to enlist in a good, established chorus line. This is the life. I've been writing short stories since I was fifteen. I have trouble writing simply and naturally. My mind is stocked with some black neckties, and though I'm throwing them out as fast as I find them, there will always be a few left over. I am a dash man and not a miler, and it is probable that I will never write a novel. So far the novels of this war have had too much of the strength, maturity and craftsmanship critics are looking for, and too little of the glorious imperfections which teeter and fall off the best minds. The men who have been in this war deserve some sort of trembling melody rendered without embarrassment or regret. I'll watch for that book."