This is a vent post.

First of all, one of my pet peeves is when my default search engines gets changed to something different.  Google is still the most streamlined search engine, in my opinion, and it sets off some bomb inside me when the Firefox upgrade decides it knows what's best for me.  (Firefox 4.0 is also on my pet peeves list.  I have removed 4.0 and restored 3.6 within the first 15 minutes of using it.)

You can add Facebook's "upgraded" messaging system to my serious aggravations.  I don't remember agreeing to the upgrade, but one night I was surprised to see all of my threads in an absolute mess with no hope of any kind of organizational recovery.  I exploded.  Yeah, I really did.  I know it's silly of me, and I'm a little surprised at myself.  Apparently, organization and conciseness are core values I hold to with the same ferocity Marx used with communism.

That's the comparison Mom came up with when I asked her to think of someone who held very strongly to an idea.  Her example was much better than mine.  Hitler shouldn't be mentioned here.

I promise to post about happier things later, but, sometimes, when I'm my center is so jarred by something, blogging about it brings catharsis.  And so, let us come to the big deal.

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Rebecca Black.

Most of us have already seen and heard the music video for her song "Friday" that went viral early last week.  Most of us thought, "Oh my goodness, this is not excellent."  It isn't.  It isn't excellent.  She never claimed to be excellent, you know.  She never even claimed to have written the song!  (Wikipedia says it's written by the producers, Clarence Jey and Patrice Wilson.)  She's just thirteen, she wants to follow her passion for performance, she chose this song out of the other more mature options because it's fun and more reflective of her personality, she's just out there having fun, and she's getting bombarded with absolute shit!  Slander and hatred and foul things.  It's ridiculous!

I watched an interview with her that I want the world to see.




Pay particular attention to 2:24.

The most hurtful comments Rebecca Black recounts are things no one should EVER hear: "I hope you cut yourself, and I hope you get an eating disorder so you'll look pretty.  And I hope you go cut and die."  Rebecca's response: "I felt like this was my fault.  And I shouldn't have done this.  And this is all because of me."  That has to be such a small peek into what she has truly felt these last weeks.  How much can her young soul take?

I'm proud of this girl.  I am so glad that she hasn't given up.  From Metro.co.uk, Rebecca says, "'I decided not to give the haters the satisfaction that they got me so bad I gave up."  She's put on an extremely brave face, and she is moving forward with strength and confidence.  She's not giving up on her dreams she's worked so hard for.  She's finding the good in this upsetting time, and she's running with that good.

I wish I could tell her how much I admire her.  Thankfully, some people who are much more influential than I have given her great encouragement.  Simon Cowell and Lady Gaga have given their support, and Rebecca's taken it very excitedly.  She really does seem like a level-headed girl, and I hope she continues to pursue what's she's got.  Sure, the song is laughable and not worth much, but that doesn't mean the girl who sings it isn't worth much.

No one should be told they can't.

Gah, and it makes me so mad!  Do you know how much has been floating around the internet about cyberbullying?  About getting rid of hurting and hating on each other?  See The Self Worth Project on Facbook.  It encourages people to meet with their insecurities and to not let them hold them back.  Look at this girl's video about being bullied.  It breaks my heart.  And all the tumblrs and websites and videos about not discriminating about people of this or that subculture!  And Katy Perry's uplifting "Firework" video!  C'mon, America!  Freakin' practice what you preach!!

I want to punch someone.

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Besides, this girl's got developing talent.  It wasn't showcased very well in her catchy first hit single, but this girl could totally go places.  I hope she does just so we can snub the jerks dissing her up and down.

Rebecca Black, you're something of a hero to my heart right now.  Thank you for standing by what you believe it.  I hope to always have that conviction for what's important to me.  Keep being an inspiration girl.  I hope the world shines brighter for you.

With love and hugs,
Lindsay

To get to Korea

As I've gone along, I've been curious about how much I've been spending on getting a job in Korea.  I've decided to make a list.  Maybe this will help anyone else wanting to go overseas to teach ESL.

So far...

$5 - Parking in Atlanta
$15 - 4 Official transcripts from college (the first was free! Yay, Bryan College!)
$3 - Apostille for the copy of my degree
$5 - Fingerprints at the county jail
$18 - FBI background check 
$1.94 - Shipping for my background check request
$3 - Apostille for background check
+  $17.98 - 4 passport photos from Walgreens
$68.92 (not including gas money to and from Atlanta thrice nor to and from the jail 4+ times)

May I add, the recruiting agency I've been working with, Footprints Recruiting, has been excellent.  They've been so helpful and encouraging, and I totally pass on the recommendation I received.  If you're interested in this kind of thing at all, start with them.

By the way, I'm glad my signature has changed since my passport was last renewed in May 2006:

At least, I'm pretty sure it's changed...

Spring!

I'm so sorry I missed yesterday, the first day of spring, but here's what spring means to me!

Dying Easter eggs
I SO want to try this leaf idea!  Click the link below for the DIY tutorial!
Image via Family Fun

Bright and happy daffodils (my favorite flower)
Image by Polly Wreford via Bridal Banter from Dexknows Weddings

Going to Devon's in Huntsville for Easter weekend
It's a wonderful tradition we started sophomore year, I believe.  Junior year, we had hail and we hid in a closet from a tornado for a good while.  It's always an absolute blast complete with resurrection rolls and egg hunts.
Image by Mrs. Susan Spacek

Happy sunshine and matching clothing like this yellow skirt!
Image via Anthropologie

Blue robin's eggs in their pretty nests

 Four Blue Robin's Eggs in Nest a photo by Pink Sherbet Photography on Flickr.

Easy breezy outfits with soft colors
Image is a collection by Viva la Vida via Polyvore
via Net-a-porter, AE, Eruca, Dorothy Perkins, Luckybrandjeans, and Luckybrand

Bluebirds and their bugs
Bluebird vs. spider by picturesinlylife_yls via Flickr

Rainy weather, puddles, and the umbrellas, rain boots, and rain slickers that go with them
I took this one two springs ago in front of Huston at Bryan College
(Thanks to Phillip Meznar and Natalie McGee for standing out in the rain for me.)

Flowering dogwood trees!
I just noticed a few minutes ago that ours are blooming.  :)
Image by Rebekah Gonzalez via ehow.com via Fotolia.com

 Because spring brings warm weather (sometimes very warm weather), my ideas of spring melt very easily with my ideas of summer.  These next ones are evidence of that.

Wearing sandals!  Preferably these ones.
I took this picture of my Chacos with my camera phone last month.  Nothing spectacular besides the shoes themselves.

Reading in the sun (preferably Harry Potter and preferably with Millie)
Picture taken by I don't remember last spring who in the Triangle at Bryan College

To go along with the last one... Bikinis.
It's true.
Image via Style and Focus Lifestyle PR via Alloy

Green grass everywhere!
Image by Kevin B. Bullard via WhyMarriageWorks

Smoothies and other delicious and cold drinks
Dad will make us smoothies for breakfast sometimes.  It's always delightful.
Image posted by Guru on FitnessGuruNYC

Add all those many events that happen in the spring (St. Patrick's Day, graduations, and the many spring events Bryan College had that we got all glammed up for), and there you have it!  I could have put up many, many more pictures of all the plants and flowers that come alive in the spring, because that's what I associate most with the season, but I think you get the picture without the pictures of the crocuses, the tulips, the irises, the and the hyacinths.

And also The Beatles

A gentleman needed a fax today.  After completing the fax and his transaction, he asked if he could get a copy of his receipt.
"Do I owe you for that?"
"Yes, I'm afraid.  Ten cents.  Well, eleven cents with tax."
"Yep, we're still cleanin' up Obama's mess..."
"Well, we still had taxes before Obama."
"But we weren't in mountains of debt just in the first week of presidency!  I never voted a day in my life before Obama when I voted against him.  And he's a Muslim.  He's not a Christian, I can guarantee.  And Muslim is just another name for the devil.  For idolatry.  It's evil.  And if you want to see for yourself, just wait for the end time."
I stood and listened and smiled.  He walked away when he finished, but he came back.
"And Jesus' name is Christ.  It's not Allah or Muhammad.  The Bible says that.  The Bible doesn't say Muslim, it says Christianity.  Just felt like I should say that."
Hm.
It was interesting.  It's especially interesting being evangelized to.  I've never enjoyed it.  It makes me feel just a little condescended to.  I do appreciate people's passion and heart, though, when they tell me about Jesus.  I'd rather talk to them about Him, though, instead of being told about him.

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Mr. Gene calls me Leslie half the time.  At first I thought it happened only on the phone, but, when I stopped by to pick up some of his writings today, he called me Leslie in person for the the time.
 Again, I say, "Hm."

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This picture (Thank you, Netherlands via Wikipedia) makes me really happy.  I'm not as huge a Beatles fan as Davis is, but we have our moments.  My favorites are "Come Together," "A Day In a Life," and "Hey, Jude."

Sometime last year, I got to hear clips of a Playboy interview with John Lennon taken shortly before he died.  He was inspiring.  I wish I could have gotten to know more of who he was.  No, nothing's stopping me from getting to know him now, but I wish he was still alive so we could get to know more of him.


Well, that's unrelated to anything else, but it's on my mind, so it's on the blog.  Happy weekend, friends!

Sister love

My sister and I are 18 and 22, respectively.  Sometimes we both act like we're 12.

I dropped her off at a babysitting job yesterday afternoon, but we found that the family was running late, so we sat down on the curb in the sun and talked at we waited.  I was staring at the gravel between my feet, and I noticed a small piece of pretty light green.  I picked it up and held it out for Taylor to see.

"See?  Look, it's a pretty," I said.
"Yes, it is!"
"Here!"
"What am I gonna do with it?"
"I dunno.  Eat it."
"That's a great idea.  'When I was little, my sister made me eat glass.'  'When was that?'  'Yesterday.'"
"Nice.  So what are we gonna to with it?"
"I dunno.  I've got duct tape."
"Ok.  Gimme some duct tape."
"And tape it to your steering wheel."
"Wilco."

I now have a silvery square of duct tape on the front of my steering wheel.  There's a small mountain in the middle of it where the pretty lies.

Taylor and I with our dog, Cosmo, in Puerto Rico.  We were about 4 and 8 here, I think.

La de da

My best friend's getting married soon.  In 101 days!  She's going to have an absolute blast.  I am so happy for her.

And, to my own future, I say "Take your time.  I know I'll be happy to see you when you get here, but I'm enjoying things as are now."  This beautiful post from Lauren has made me start looking forward again to what's coming later on for me.  It's a good, healthy anticipation and it still allows me to remain content.  The that'll-be-cool-when-it-comes-but-life-is-cool-now-too kind.  I like that.

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One more thing, though (not about marriage)...  This totally makes me excited for Korea!  Bring it on!

My words feel inadequate to describe.

via Crosspoint Community Church's D-Now site

Guys, this weekend was incredible.  I told you last Monday about the exhaustion work was giving me.  I told you I was going to be helping with a D-Now group, (here's wikipedia's sufficient definition) and I was really worried that I wouldn't be able to give them the love and attention they would need because I would be too tired or crabby.

I got off work Friday at 1, headed home after some errands and relaxed for a few moments until I learned that I had less than an hour to be at the leaders' meeting!  I had a mini panic moment and burst into engergy.  I had to shower, pack, and get something like a lunch  before I had to leave to make it in time for the meeting!  Rushing and stress, two friends I wish I wasn't so close with, instantly showed up and boggled my mind as I tried to get things done.

This wasn't what I'd had in mind for preparing my mind and heart for the weekend that was going to come.

I was really thankful that I'd become more comfortable with my hair being messy and especially thankful that I felt like I didn't need much makeup after my shower.  I was cutting corners everywhere I could to make sure I'd get to the church as close to 4 as possible.  I had to stop and fill up my car ($60.something), and I made it to the church around 4:15.  I expected to walk in on the group of leaders as they were discussing some deep things we'd be working with, but I was surprised to see that I was the second leader to arrive.  The others didn't show up until a half hour later.  God gave me that half hour to calm down, to read over some of the material for the weekend, and to connect with my partner, Betty, who I'd only met once or twice before.

Betty's one of those girls who makes you almost jealous of her relationship with the Lord.  She talks about Him and His goodness all the time, and it's so sweet.  Intimidation threatened to make me hard to her joy, but it had no hold on me.  (Oh, thank the Lord!)  I tracked with her the whole weekend, and I let her teach me and encourage me.

Our first order of business was to decide which group of high school girls we were going to work with for the weekend.  One group was the upper classmen and the other was the freshmen.  Betty and I had instant attractions to the group we wanted, but we knew that God's will was more important that ours, so we took time to think and to search and to pray.  As I looked at the list of names, I knew that I could work with either one, but I felt much more drawn to the younger girls.  After our silence, I turned to Betty and carefully told her this.  She smiled really big and told me that she had been feeling drawn to the older girls!  We had wanted to be so gentle to each other and to the Lord's leading, we were almost scared to voice our own opinions and our thoughts on God's leading because we didn't want to take from the other what God might have been telling her, but, heyo!  God's leading is perfect!  He knew exactly what each of us were thinking, and He knew exactly which group each of us should be with!  Betty and I rejoiced in His leading and wisdom.  This was confirmation to us that this was God's weekend.  Betty and I had come from busy weeks and crazy schedules and we hadn't prepared as much as we'd wanted to, but God had been doing the preparing for us even before we thought to pray for His help!

It then that I knew.  It was gonna be a good weekend.

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I can't tell you everything, but I can tell you that God worked His wonders this weekend. He used His magnificent power in wonderful ways that gripped the hearts of my girls.  I am so proud of them for laying down their questions before Him and letting His enter their lives.  He honored their surrender and totally showed up!  He became real to a couple of them for the first times in their lives!  GAH!  That's So Awesome!!!

He came into our group.

He led me to be vulnerable in front of these girls, and he used the stories of my relationship with Him to speak to them.  It blows my mind to know that the struggles I've had in my life have prepared me so well to love them, and I am so glad that I can say that I am thankful for each of the hard things I told them I wrestled with because it's let me relate to them better and to help them.  Because I had those awful experiences, I was able to speak to the struggling ones on deeper levels.  I was able to share Scripture with them that helped me through those times.  I know what they're going through.  Also, I think that hearing me talk about not being perfect, about struggling with sad, hurtful things, I think it helped the girls relate to me better.  I think it helped them see me more as one of them, as someone they can trust.

Because of this, I wouldn't trade those awful times for anything.  They let me into their hearts and shared the struggles they were wrestling with, and they let me speak truth into their lives.  All because God allowed me to go through that pain.  He has since delivered me from that pain and has given me beautiful endings to my stories, and I know that He will give these girls beautiful endings, too.  He is so good.

I am in awe of Him.  His love and His goodness became real not only to my seven 9th grade girls this weekend, but to me.  He let me see in so many ways how He is in control and that His control can be trusted.  He is not a God to be feared, He is a God to be enjoyed.  He is in control because He can do this the best way.  He knows all, and He loves all.  His desire is not to hurt, but to heal.  He may let us go through the fires, and He has let me go through the fires, but He always delivers in the perfect way and at the perfect time.  He uses those struggles, He develops vulnerability, He makes beautiful.  He makes our stories beautiful.

AAHH!!  Isn't that WONderful!?

I cannot help but respond in kind to His perfect, whole love!  I was struck this weekend with how poorly I have loved Him back, but He has said to me, "Hey, don't worry about what you've done and haven't done, just show me what you've going to do now!  Love me now, worship me now!"  And I tell Him, "Ok!  I'd love to!"

And so here we are.  God and I.  His magnificence has romanced me this weekend.

I love it.

I love Him.

(Gah, I can't stop!)  And I love Him for loving these girls!  These girls who have become my friends and my sisters!  He burdened my heart for theirs, and I am so thankful that He has come in to rescue their hearts!  He brought me to them, and he gave me deep connections with them, and He didn't say, "Ok, Lindsay, you are going to love these girls and you're going to see them hurt this weekend."  He said, "Lindsay, I'm going to introduce you to seven of my favorite beauties.  You are going to fall in love with them in a very, very short time, and you are going to desire the best for them just like I do.  And guess what!  I'm going to fulfill their desires for Me this weekend!  I'm going to bless them, and you get to watch!  You'll get to watch me fully bless the girls you'll come to love and care about so deeply!  Isn't that awesome?!  Aren't I awesome!"

"Heck yes, God, bring it!  I am so on board with this and with You!  Anything You say, God, because I know you are good!  All the time, in every time!  Yesss!"

And the crowd goes wild.

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And so, my friends, let us rejoice in God's goodness together.  I hope He shows you this week how sweet He is.  And, by "sweet," I don't mean in the way you'd tell your boyfriend, "you're so sweet," but in the way that honey is sweet to the taste.  It's good and wholesome and kind of exhilarating.  I hope the Lord shows Himself sweet to your heart.

Fill in the Blank Friday... three days late

I really like Lauren's set of blanks for last week, but I was out of town on Friday, so here they are, super late.

1. My biggest accomplishment in life thus far is coming to the levels of vulnerability I've come to with different people.  It's all the Lord's doing, so I can't claim it as my accomplishment, I know that it's a big thing that I couldn't have done on my own, but I think it's safe to say that it's an accomplishment for both of us.

2. My favorite place to sit in my house is on the front porch.  Whether it's rainy, freezing, bright, or night, I find solace there.

3. My fashion philosophy is you can wear anything for a day!  Don't wear what makes you uncomfortable, but be open to exploring what's outside your comfort level.  There's so much to explore!

4. Something every girl should have is people who tell her and show her she's beautiful.

5. If you looked in my purse right now you'd find eye drops, a pen, bracelets, and one of my friend's contact cards

6. My favorite music right now is Passion Pit and Mumford and Sons.  Besides the Top 40 radio stations, I listen to those bands the most right now.  (Favorites for Passion Pit: Moth's Wings, Folds in Your Hands, Eyes Like Candles.  Favorites for Mumford and Sons: The Cave, Hold On to What You Believe, After the Storm)

7. My favorite part of my body is my eyes + lashes or the color and texture of my hair.

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Also, here are a few links for you

Here's a blog post from Thingist, "Nerds, we need to talk," that's convicted me about how we should treat people different from us.  It's not our job to put people down, it's our job to help them up.  (The post is directed to different nerd subcultures, but I promise you can relate to it whether or not you fit into one of the groups he mentions.)
New Mumford & Sons song via Millie!  Lover of Light
And, you can get their song "Sister" for free here if you enter your email address!
A beautiful and simple ring
This quote from Eminem:

By Polaroidrainbows

And, this bed frame!  It's made of trees!  I'll always get excited when I see trees inside as more than potted plants.  :)  Is it not beautifully happy!?

Via HouseOfManyHues via Elle Decor

Postcrossing - One more postcard

Speaking of, I got one more in the mail today!  This one came from Warsaw, Poland.  Thanks, Kamila!

Postcrossing

After being inspired by my blogging friend Felicia from Open Up The Sky, I joined Postcrossing as a part of my 101+1 in 1,001 list.  It's a site that connects people from around the world through sending postcards.  I want to copy her in one more way and show you here on the blog the postcards I've gotten!  It's pretty cool.

This one came from Decatur, Alabama.

 

 "Snowy and frozy greetings from eastern Findland."

Also, She wrote Tloista keraan odotusta Suomesta toivoo Sari.

Not knowing Finnish, I fed this to the translator in iGoogle, and this is what I got:

Tloista gather the expectation from Finland hopes sari

Good enough for me.  :)

  

"Many  greetings from Germany!"

I didn't think to take scans of the three postcards I sent through Postcrossing, but the Japanese recipient of this one posted it for me.  I didn't have any postcards on hand, so I made this one myself with markers and a piece of cardstock.

She said to me "Thank you for a wonderful handmade card! I am glad that the first card which I receive is sent by you! I value it."

 That's really cool.

Postcard's quote is from Max Dubinsky's post, "Compelled To Be The Reason You Say No" on his blog, Make it Mad

Postage to other countries costs a lot more than the 44 cent postage to South Carolina.  75 cents to Canada, 79 cents to Mexico, and 98 cents to anywhere else.  I only have the 44 cents Forever stamps right now, so I had to slap on 3 of them to cover the 98 cents and waste the leftover 34 to send my postcards to Japan, China, and the Netherlands.  It's worth it, though.  Who doesn't like getting happy mail in the mailbox?  And, seeing that it's from a perfect stranger in another country (or state) is thrilling.  I do think I'll be sticking to handmade cards to compensate for postage.  And, I need to get some smaller increment postage stamps really soon.

Burn out

I told you Mr. Gene's getting published.  We met with the publisher, she took the copies of the manuscript, and now she's given them back with tons of ink, pencil, and highlighter marks all over the pages.  That's what we need, and it's good for the story, but I kinda thought I was finished with this project a while ago, it takes a lot of work to change 30 pages from third to first person, and I'm... dying.

Not literally.  But you know that feeling you get when you just want to slowly eat delicious things and curl inside the biggest down comforter in the world?  Do you see how it's bad when your body tells you it want to do that forever, starting now?

I am exhausted.  I worked a solid 8 days, two days off, I just finished number 3 of a ragged 4, and then I will have another two days off.  I didn't get to recharge very well after the set of 8 because of errands meetings and driving Dad to the airport.  Saturday, I struggled all day to keep my head above water as the customers flooded into the department I was covering because we were short staffed.  Didn't get my lunch break until 45 minutes before I was supposed to leave.  Sunday and today we worked inventory.  They said it would be hard, but I didn't think it would be this kind of hard.  The kind where your mind is taxed instead of your body.  Standing for 9 hours isn't all that fun, but it's the work your brain has to do that leaves you feeling drained at the end of the day, and it's the whirring of that brain that kept me in a fitful five hours of sleep last night until I woke again at in the morning to come and finish inventory.

I was released around 10 this morning.  I needed to pick up some things from the store and called my mom to see if she needed anything.  In a quick recap of my state, I told her I just wanted to fall flat on my face in the parking lot.  She said I'd scrape my nose, and I added that my glasses would break, so I kick started myself to make it for another hour until I got home and in bed.

I slept for 2.5 hours.  When I woke up and decided I could lay in bed for another half hour, all I could think of was numbers, stock, pegs, counting, counting, counting, red pencils, clipboards, and walking like a zombie.  When I was little, I used to love to count.  I counted everything.  Working inventory sapped the love away.  Another thing: when I got home last night and went up to the bathroom to wash my face, I noticed how dirty the sink was.  My next thought was "I don't want to clean anything for a whole month."  I've never said anything like that before, but strain kills a lot.

I am very thankful I haven't had to interact with any ill customers, though.  As I was looking for desks today, I thought of general conversations with people, and I pictured myself biting the heads off of everyone my imaginary self spoke to.  And sawing them in half.  With a rusty saw.

Sorry, we'll move on.

On Saturday, I had the pleasure of serving two kind ladies amidst the insanity.  One had come to the copy and print center with bookmarks her friend had made for her son's wedding.  She needed them to be cut, and she needed them to be perfect.  She was wholeheartedly understanding of the many demands on my time and said twice that it was okay for me to take my time so I could be as focused as possible and that she will wait as long as she needs.  Who ever thought working with paper could be so stressful!  But I returned her bookmarks after 20-30 minutes, I think, and they were perfect.  Job well done.

Another lady had been trying to get a program just so but the self serve copy machine got toner when it shouldn't have, and I needed to redo her copies for her.  She had already been int he store for at least an hour when this happened, and I noted how she hadn't appeared stressed about the issue.  I said so, and she said that you have to have patience when you're a teacher.

"Ah, yes.  I'm going to be teaching Korean kids English in a few months, and that is something I'm really worried about."

"Well, I need to pray for patience every night.  Every day."

Connection.

We talked on and off between copying and other customers.  She told me about how God giving her their first son really prepared her for being a teacher.  I told her about Korea.  She told me about how great it was that I was getting to travel and to be a good influence to those kids.  (She teared up, and it made me feel very special.)  I told her she could keep up with me on my blog. She told me her email address.  We hugged when she left.

That's what I love about my job.

"Would you catch me if I fall?"
by Ashley Rose via Flickr

It may or may not have been a good idea to sign up to help with D-Now this weekend.  Dear God, protect those high schoolers from me!  I will have Wednesday and Thursday off, though, and I will try to use the time to recuperate as much as possible.  And then, Sunday morning, I'm going to go see friends!  Many of them!  I'm going to see the Bryan College Chorale perform in Columbus in six days!  And I'll have Caleb's company on the 3 hour trip.  It will be good.

Blog talk from Frolic!

Frolic! wrote a great post, blog talk: crediting photos, that I'd like to share.  Chelsea has done a great job of clearly explaining the etiquette and the responsibilities of crediting photos, and her passion about the issue has turned me to the same cause.  I thought that I'd been doing things right or at least close to right, but I know I've not been up to par on this.  I just spent the last hour and 45 minutes correcting the credits on all my posts from just this year!

For practice and because it's awesome, here's a picture properly credited.  Also, I just learned today that you can blog pictures directly from Flickr if you have your accounts connected!  Cool stuff.

Free Air Guitar.
Originally uploaded by sepultura on Flickr