Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Week #08

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Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Sundays I Write Letters

RE: SUNDAYS I WRITE LETTERS
Dear Mom,
For receiving the most letters, you win satisfaction.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: I WANT ONE
Dear Birdie,
No, I do not carry mace on my walks. I like to keep my pockets as empty as possible. If I could, I’d go pocketless, but I can’t.

We should get RoadID bracelets together. What color would you get?

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
What could the Old Man do if he knew I didn’t carry mace? Nothing. Plus, I’d carry mace if I didn’t feel safe where I walk. Or, better yet, I wouldn’t walk where I didn’t feel safe.

Do you still have your dog tags?

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear KBezzie,
I’m not into the keychain card holder. I’d like to take as little as possible. I feel as if my set of keys is too much right now.

Good on you for having “emergency” in your cell phone. But, the cool way to list that number is to call it “ICE.” (in case of emergency)

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Gene,
Do you think they would think Nikki really is a man if they found your dog tag on her person? Hopefully they’d understand.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: WEEK #07
Dear Mom,
The planner spread is blank because I was so busy prepping for the Bezzie visit that I didn’t have time to write anything clever or attempt to draw a dumb ass.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear KBezzie,
I’m sure there’s a lot you could have commented on. I still have those damn fake credit cards you were supposed to take. Shucks, now I’ll have to shell out some S&H.

I’m glad that you enjoyed the cake. It was nice having some eaters to share it with. I pretty much ate it for three meals a day until the ants found it in the oven. I had to bake them at 500F for 30 minutes to get rid of them. Oh, and they aren’t as bad as they were when you were here!

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: ARTIST TRADING CARDS: ROUND #01
Dear KBezzie,
The cards are much better in person, too.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
Artist trading cards are whatever you want them to be. They aren’t necessarily like business cards, but you can put contact information on them (I put my blog address on mine.) You should click on the link I have to the right. KBezzie says you have so many pictures of Lily that you could probably make a set of them.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Artist Trading Cards: Round #01

A few days before Christmas, I put together a set of 20 trading cards and mailed them out to Canada. In a couple of months (quicker than I thought it would take), I've got 19 different cards from around the world. (I'd have 20, but one of them is my own.)

So, I present to you, and will present in the coming weeks, the first round of my artist trading cards. If you're interested in participating, clickety-click on the link that you see to your right.

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Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Week #07

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Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I Want One

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Okay, maybe you can't see it so well in this picture. Go ahead and click on it to see the actual website.

It's a "RoadID." A bracelet with your emergency information listed on it. Maybe my walking doesn't put me at a high risk for being hit by a car and it's not like I go on dangerous hikes, but you never know.

Identification has been on my mind since college when I would trot around campus without a wallet. It's not like I needed it. I was relieved by the fact that I had a whole punched in my student ID and put it on my key chain. I was never without my keys.

Here, on my walks the only thing I take with me is my apartment key and my cellphone. Like my cellphone is going to do me any good if I get into any trouble or if I'm attacked. If something happened to me, the only good thing about my cellphone is the fact that I've got "I.C.E." in the phone book. If there is an I.C.E. situation, the 'rents will be called. On hikes, I still carry my cellphone, once again for the faux sense of security, and I take my complete set of keys, because I like to get back into my car. Upon my key chain is a mini check card. That at least would let people know who I am.

But, think about the things I could put on this ID. Not only emergency numbers, but NKA, Bood Type A Pos, and that I want to be an organ donor (something I was too chicken-shit to do for a long time, so it's not on my driver's license).

So, I want one. Either a bracelet or a fancy shoe pouch so I can slip my key in there.

Enjoy!
T. Budnik

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Sundays I Write Letters

RE: SUNDAYS I WRITE LETTERS
Dear KBezzie,
Yes, the number of letters I have to write this week is smaller. I sure do hope that you at least catch up on the entries you will have missed once you finally get hooked up to the Internet.

I very much enjoyed your visit. How about next time it’s a bit longer? Then you can teach me some killer knitting moves.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
I had lots o’ fun with the Traveling Bezzies. You should have seen how excited Chunky was when I told him I had chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream for dessert. And then the next morning, I fed him 2 cherry pop tarts for breakfast. Haha! He was on a sugar high.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: BETTER LATE THAN EARLY
Dear Mom,
Michelle is a nice friend. I was more than ready for the Bezzies. The highlight was peeping in the windows of Huff Furniture.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: WEEK #06
Dear Mom,
To answer your questions: I did have a happy birthday despite having a customer making me cry; I’ll be going to Graceland the last week of March; I’ll be getting a new job once I graduate; school ends in October; I will be moving, but not before I finish school; graduating, the new job, and the move should all be occurring around the same time.

I think that answers them all.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: BOOK REVIEW: WEIRD HIKES
Dear Mom,
I do not want to take a hike and encounter Bigfoot. I’m not sure I even believe in Bigfoot. What I do believe in are people who believe in Bigfoot.

You need to do some literary experimenting.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Book Review: Weird Hikes by Art Bernstein

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After the first essay, I thought that it was going to be hell to get through this collection because Art Bernstein doesn't do much to craft his stories. But, after a few more, I started to really like it. There's not much crafting done and Bernstein seems to throw in a some quips and side-stories just to flaunt his wit. It's okay, though.

By the end of the collection it Bernstein seems like a neighbor you would see outside on the weekends as you soak up rays reading in a lawn chair or chasing a croquet ball around the yard and he would come up and start chatting about this and that and eventually tell you about his belief in bigfeet. Who doesn't enjoy that neighbor's stories? Bernstein's stories are good.

My favorite hiking story: "On Beyond Bigfoot." Why? Because of this:

"Slowly, warily, a strange-looking creature crawled out of the bushes. It was about 3 feet long with a doglike face, very short legs, and long, smooth white fur that dragged on the ground. It had a musky smell that I found kind of pleasant [at this point the creature licks Bernstein's rattlesnake wound]...It happened just as the creature was leaving. It turned to me and said, in perfect English, 'I'm happy to help out but let's just keep this our little secret.'"

Enjoy!
-T. Budnik

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Week #06

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Enjoy!
-T. Budnik

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Better Late Than Early

One day last weekend, I got home at the awful hour of midnight to find a package from my dear friend Michelle on the dining table for me.

In it was a chocolate bar, which I inhaled. Seriously, every woman has to believe in something, I believe I'll have some chocolate. And included was this beauty of a shirt:

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Of course, I can't not post the card that was in there.

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Merci, Michelle!

Enjoy!
-T. Budnik

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Sundays I Write Letters

RE: SUNDAYS I WRITE LETTERS
Dear KBezzie,
You do win the longest letter contest. Congrats. I know that squishing a furbag is happiness and soon enough I’ll be squishing my happiness.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
I’ll take lots o’ pictures of the Bezzie Gang in the ATL and share them. My birthday was good, but I did have to work hard.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: BOOK REVIEW: RADICAL CAREERING
Dear KBezzie,
I just may always be right.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
Are you watching Dr. Phil now? Getting your Phil at 5? I watched him for like a week and then I didn’t have to watch him anymore because he can only talk about 5 different problems.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: WEEK #05
Dear KBezzie,
I know that my drawing skills aren’t so hot. Trust me, though, it looked way wicked in my head.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
Hardy-har-har. No, the dumbass isn’t a self portrait. The other drawings are thoughts on an ad campaign I’m working on. After drawing them and once again facing the fact that I’m not liking the project, I drew the dumbass. He’s representative of my feelings about this particular project.

If I didn’t leave you hanging on the cliff, would you ever come back?

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: OF BIRTHDAYS AND HAIR
Dear Mom,
That makes me laugh that Daddy actually believed that email about the diapers. It’s not surprising, though. He did think I went to France that one time.

The brownies were enjoyed by all. It was great. And, my cards are jawesome. I love cards.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Birdie,
I am sorry that the creepy 30 year old ruined your wink campaign. Damn 30 year olds haunting college campuses. Have you ever gotten the teller at our bank that doesn’t have an ear? He’s totally a winker and it’s fantastic. I’d let him wink at me anytime.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear KBezzie,
I had to keep going back to my stack of cards to see if you had sent me a card. I understand. You’re in the middle of a move. Just don’t expect any birthday stories from me this year let alone any cards! Haha. I kid because I kare. That reminds me, I gotta get started on Steve’s story.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: I’LL TAKE WHAT I CAN GET
Dear Mom,
Thank you for being proud of me.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear KBezzie,
I’m all about using turn signals. I even use them in parking lots. Can you deal with that? I enjoy the magazine because the pieces are short, too. I’m all about the short stories, channel surfing, moving often, and never fully committing to anything.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik

Saturday, February 10, 2007

I’ll Take What I Can Get
While clicking the “Next Blog” button on a randomizer, I came across a blog that mentioned 400 Words. 400 Words is a fairly new literary magazine that publishes pieces of personal non-fiction that are, you guessed it, 400 words or less. Submitted pieces can be published on the website, in the print edition, or both. The editor assigns a topic per issue and people submit. I’ve been keeping my eye on it since I discovered it and I enjoy the laidback writing. Nothing is extremely crafted, which can be a breath of fresh air since a lot of writing can be crafted into knock-you-over-the-head-with-a-two-by-four or into left field where there’s no substance, just style.

This issue’s topic is work. I discovered the website in the middle of the topic and although I looked at the submission guidelines, I figured I’d wait until the next topic before I attempted anything. Well, being forced to write a mantra statement, gave me something to write about. I wrote my 400 words. It was a quick write and on a whim, I submitted it—the writing all seemed laidback enough to excuse my lack of time to polish my words until they blind.

And, on my birthday I got an email from the editor informing me that my piece was going to be posted on the site and considered for the print version. Now, there’s a lot of pieces on the website, and why shouldn’t there be? Publishing on the web is probably a whole lot cheaper than printing. So, I don’t think it’s that much of a tremendous deal that my piece has been posted. But, I’ll take what I can get. And, I’ll cross my fingers that I get into the print edition.

Enjoy!
-T. Budnik

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Of Birthdays and Hair

Last Saturday, I bought a 20oz Diet Coke on my lunch break with plans to drink it later in the night. I worked the late shift, so I got off of work at 12am. After work, I called Mon Père and we wished each other a happy birthday, because technically, when I'm in Atlanta and he's in Alaska we can celebrate our birthdays together for a total of four hours. Yes, folks, it took me an entire year to figure this one out. After chatting with the 'rents, I downed my Coke ('cause I was going to need the caffeine) and I started making the infamous Bitchin' Brownies.

In elementary school, kids always brought in treats for their birthdays. They didn't expect more than for the class to sing them happy birthday, for the teacher to give them a crappy eraser, and for the class to indulge in the treats. This year, I decided to return to my elementary-self and bring a treat into work. Now, Ma Mère claims she never made cupcakes for me. I explained to her that she was wrong because I brought in chocolate cupcakes in the second grade and in kindergarten I brought in butterscotch candies.

I was up until 4am making my Bitchin' Brownies, but as you can see, it was worth it. (I had to test one before I took them in to make sure they were tasty.) And, the people at work seemed to enjoy them.

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Now for the good stuff: birthday cards.

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Birdie said she bought this card for me not because of it's reference to alcohol, but because of the wink. It seems she's working on her wink. Watch out, world.
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Now, this last one isn't really a birthday card, but I received it close enough to my birthday to include it.
And, to conclude, I got my hair cut yet again by a student on Tuesday. Here's the right after pictures:
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You know damn well that my hair doesn't look like this anymore. After one shampooing it's gone to doing it's flippy-do thing. Ah, I love my hair. It does it's thing and I do mine.
Enjoy!
T. Budnik
Week #05

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Enjoy!
-T. Budnik

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Book Review: Radical Careering
by Sally Hogshead

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Okay, this one I had to read for a class. In a popular bookstore, it's shelved in the career section, but it could probably make itself at home in the self help section. It doesn't so much give practical advice as it does inspirational advice.

"Do what you are" and "be someone's hero" are easier said than done. Hogshead doesn't give any direction on how to go about doing what you are, or finding out what it is. Neither does she give concrete advice on how to conquer the fear that keeps me from running in the opposite direction from the path I'm already on.

Of course, if a book ever did give away that advice it'd cost a whole lot more than 15 bucks.

Enjoy!
-T. Budnik

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Sundays I Write Letters

RE: SUNDAYS I WRITE LETTERS
Dear Mom,
1:41am and I have made up. I’m sleeping more these days. Either because I’m just slacking, or because I really do have the extra time.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear KBezzie,
Aren’t your eyes worse than Mom’s?

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: MANTRA STATEMENT
Dear KBezzie,
As you may be aware, I am a huge fan of cynicism. But, there is one piece of cynicism I wish would go away and that’s the “too late.” Really, nothing will ever be too late until you’re dead.

Perhaps your equation for happiness differs from my own (pursuit of personal interests and work that benefits humanity). I must point out, that if I were you, I just may have some happiness. You, dear sister, pursue knitting (personal interest) all while raising kootchie awareness (work that benefits humanity). Maybe you’ll argue that your kootchie audience is small, but nonetheless more kooters are being rooted because of you. Revolutions aren’t started in a day, but if your happiness equation isn’t different from mine, squeeze as much happiness out of your kootchie campaign.

In my quest to go to school and essentially write a mantra statement (whether consciously or subconsciously) no one ever, ever told me that following my dreams would be easy. I’ve only been encouraged to follow them. Let me tell you, following your dreams sucks. Rewarding, yes, but I’ve sacrificed having time to spend with friends, family, and even myself, just to follow my dreams. I have blind faith that I’ll wake up from this dream with a smile on my face and ready to take on the day.

Cynicism may be telling you that this is all bullshit and part of me agrees, mostly because cynicism is so damn hot. But, sometimes you gotta swallow your pride and believe that fucking kitten poster and just “Hang in There!”

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
I’m glad you like the second sentence better, but if there wasn’t a comparison, would you have still liked it?

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
I cannot wait until I’m out of school and I have that time to burn. Oh sweet, sweet burning time!

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: WEEK #04
Dear KBezzie,
I’m glad you like that illustrated grocery list. I did it just for you because you complained about the lack of pictures last week.

I read that article about Dane Cook as well. He’s funny for only so long.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Birdie,
I’m assuming that your crowd (college students) are big into Dane Cook. Isn’t it a bit sad that he’s like 34?

You’re not only a marketing genius, but a genius who cares about our environment.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
You don’t really need to know who Dane Cook is. I don’t think you’d enjoy his humor.

I’m glad that you also like the illustrated grocery list.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik



RE: BOOK REVIEW: THE BONESETTERS DAUGHTER

Dear NikBudnik,
I’ve heard good things about Chuck Palahnuik. He wrote “Fight Club,” right? I have yet to pick up any of his books.

Congrats on snagging that first comment!

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear KBezzie,
I’ve got you beat. I AM living in the woods and having sex with 28 year olds in the forest.

Ah, I kid because I kare.

So Barbara Kingsolver has another good book? I read “The Bean Trees” in high school but for some reason I’m wary of “The Poisonwood Bible.”

Sincerely,
T. Budnik


Dear Mom,
I’ve never heard of “The Princes of Ireland.” I haven’t ever read a rug braiding book, either. You’re a step ahead, Mom. A step ahead.

Sincerely,
T. Budnik