Cleaning Up

Well, everything on these sites and subdomains has officially become a mess. The final product that I’m working on building will take a lot of time and I still haven’t decided if it’s what I want to do. Putting subdomains out there will make it more difficult to archive my posts in the future. That’s something I’m a little terrified about. If I create something, I don’t want it to disappear. Why put effort in a product that could be deleted tomorrow?

Anyways, I don’t mean to complain again. It’s what I spent a lot of time today doing and I feel no closer to where I want to be. It’s a learning process and I know it will take time. If somehow you’re reading this, you’ve managed to get past my static front page. Congrats. Or I’ve disabled it. Don’t know if it’s going to stay or go in the next few days.

In other news, I hope you have had a wonderful weekend. The weather here was beautiful and I was glad to get out and enjoy it. It’s going to be unusual getting used to summer year ’round. I don’t know if I like it yet. Lush greens in late October feels a little wrong. We’ll see I guess.

BLOGtober day twenty five!

Working on Old Projects

Sometimes life gives you exactly what you need. I’ve been over stretching myself lately with a project that seems too big to handle. It’s stressed me out even though I’m under no obligation to complete or work on it. For months, I’ve shoved it to the back of my head. Today was one of the days where it roamed back to the front of my mind again.

Staying motivated for projects that are completely voluntary can be difficult. God knows 365 projects are rough at times. Yet, when they are complete, it feels good to have worked on them. I’m pumped about this project and can’t wait to start working on it again.

Also, I randomly ran across a friend’s video. Joel is so inspiring, I encourage you to check out his work on Flickr.

BLOGtober day twenty!

My Best Friend Signe

In 10th grade, my history teacher introduced a girl with blond hair and eyes the color of glaciers. She said that her name was Signe and she was an exchange student visiting from Denmark. We sat on opposite sides of the classroom. It feels like yesterday that I met her.

Each time there was a group project, I always ended up in her group. I would walk across the class and ask to be part of whatever she was doing. I don’t know what intrigued me about her. It made me feel like a dork always walking over and asking her stuff. But I did it anyways.

It also happened that I was a photographer for our school newspaper. I was a total dork. One of the articles that they wanted to do in the fall involved the foreign exchange students. I was assigned to take a picture of each of them. That’s when I met a few other students and became part of exchange group.

Photo of Signe and Catalina for the newspaper

Eventually we started hanging out after school. She lived across the street from our high school. That turned to movie nights. We’d watch ‘Shaun of the Dead’ and walk to the grocery store. We’d buy the most American food we could find.


The year progressed and we spent a lot of time together. She became involved in my photo shenanigans and we did a lot of stuff around the Twin Cities. We even ended up at a random Bon Jovi concert.

At the concert!
At the show!

In that spring, we went to Prom together. We were also hosting French exchange students at the time, so we all went as a large group. We rented a limo and threw a party before we went.  It was a good time.


We had a lot of good memories together during her stay in America. She visited from summer of 2009 to the summer of 2010. It was really hard to see her go…

That winter I flew to Denmark over Thanksgiving break and visited her. She showed me Svendborg and I got to taste Danish culture. It was the first time I got to experience a culture outside the typical European countries. Their currency was odd to adjust to and their language is impossible to understand.


There are so many things wrong with this picture. What was going on with my hair? Look at them wine coolers. I was pretty intense at 15 years old. 

*legal age is younger in Denmark


Signe and I stayed in touch after I flew home. We Skyped often and stayed up-to-date through Facebook. In 2012, I went back and visited her again. This time she was living in Nyborg, a city in northern Fyn. We took the train around the country and visited Fredericia, Odense, and Faaborg.

Famous rock in Faaborg
I didn’t get the ‘pirate’ memo

I guess what I’m trying to say through this post is that I’ve had a good time. Signe has been one of my closest friends through the years. Every time I’m going through a rough patch and I call her, it seems she is too. We’re on the same wavelength often and I can’t imagine what life would have been life if we hadn’t met. It all seems to go back to that history class, where I was drawn to the girl with blond hair and eyes the color of glaciers.

BLOGtober day thirteen!

Catching up!

Well, I’ve decided that I want to do a Guide to Blogging. The art is dying and part of it is due to how complex it feels to build a site. It’s easier to create an Instagram account or log on Facebook. While microblogging is great, I think there is a lot of value in old school blogging. Some of the topics that I’ll cover include:

  • What blogging is (and isn’t)
    • The different between blogging and microblogging
  • Short history of the web-log
  • Choosing a platform (WordPress, Blogspot, Squarespace)
  • WordPress.COM vs WordPress.ORG
  • What to write about
  • Basic navigation for WordPress based sites
  • How to customize and design your page

It’ll be a lot of fun, so look out for it in November!

I realized a little late that today is National Coming Out day! (my gay card is gonna be revoked). I want to share more about it tomorrow when I’m in a better mindset. I don’t think I’ve shared my full coming out story, so I’ll do that.

There are also a few posts I need to catch up on. A few of them include:

  • finishing posting the 2010-2011 365 photography project
  • road trip to the East Coast (and Germany)
  • hiking Jones Gap, SC
  • camping at Santee, SC
  • visiting Raven Cliff Falls, SC

I have many more posts to catch up on but those are a couple. Each post is in a varying state of completion. Hopefully, by the end of BLOGtober, they’ll all be posted!

Anyways, happy National Coming Out day and day ten of BLOGtober!


I’m too many contrasting elements. Scattered, unique, sane, together, conformed, and crazy. It seems paradoxical to contain opposites. So I try to form something linear. I write about my life, then next I write about another person’s life. Next I’m talking about art, then travel. Nothing about it is linear.

As an artist, I value authenticity in my work. Yet, I also value organization. Those are conflicting ideals for me. I am not organized and trying to only share part of myself feels unauthentic. Writing only a travel blog feels limiting. Strictly sharing art feels limiting.

These are all parts of me and it’s impossible to arrange them in a beautiful way. Some days I’m chaotic, while others I’m calm. This weekend, I’m lacking words. It’s not that I don’t feel or am doing nothing, it’s just that words aren’t at the forefront of my mind.

So, I want to conclude day nine of BLOGtober by saying that I’m sorry. I need to spend some time sitting down and trying to figure out what I want to do. It’s hard to contain so many opposites and to share them openly. Tonight is just one of thosenights.


Well, TGIF everyone. The weekend is finally here – and for federal employees it’s a 3-day! With how chaotic work has been this week, I’m glad I can finally relax and sleep in. SOHN is on the speakers and I’m feeling like turning down the lights and opening a book. Is there anything better after a long day?

Tonight I don’t have a lot of subject matter. I got off work late again and my brain is fried. Tomorrow and over the next few days, I have a lot of ideas and I’m excited to work on them. Cheers, I hope your Friday night has been excellent! 🙂

The Perfect Moment

Back at my parent’s home in Minnesota, there’s a 3-season porch littered with furniture. There’s mismatching couches and a coffee table covered in books. The books are piled in uneven stacks that flood over to the floor and the couches are covered in blankets.

My favorite one is the longest couch. I can lay head to toe without my feet dangling over the edge. The blanket that covers this couch was crocheted by my grandmother. It’s a rainbow and keeps me warm on rainy days.

The porch windows are left open and the breeze flows freely through. At the end of the day, the breeze russels the trees and cools the porch. The scent of neighborhood bonfires sifts through and adds a deep wooded smell.

My cat lives at my parents house. Her fur is black and white. The colors divide sharply on her neck, creating the look of a handkerchief. She often comes out to the porch and lies on my feet as I read books on the couch covered in a rainbow afghan.

These are perfect moments to me. The furniture mismatches, the area is a mess, and sometimes the cool breeze chills straight to the bones, but this is a different kind of perfect. One centered on appreciation of the imperfect.

Sure, the house could be clean and the couches could match. But that would take away from the personality of it all. I love the chilly air and the cat that sometimes decides to claw at my feet. That is my perfect moment. Laced with good and bad.

What is your perfect moment? Where do you go when your mind wanders and needs a break? Hope you’re all having a wonderful day eight of BLOGtober!