Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Little Prince.

The world would be a better place if every parent, child, bad guy, good guy, and ninja read this book. A few weeks ago, this passage [following the picture] was read to me and I can't stop thinking about it.  Kind of long, but it's totally worth it people.

The Little Prince:

It was then that the fox appeared. "Good morning" said the fox.
"Good morning" The little prince responded politely although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here" the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added,
"You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox", the fox said.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince, "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said, "I am not tamed."
"Ah please excuse me,"said the little prince. But after some thought, he added: "what does that mean---'tame'?"
"You do not live here," said the fox, "What is it you are looking for?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean---tame?"
"Men,"said the fox, "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean---tame?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."
"To establish ties?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world. . ."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince.
"There is a flower. . .I think she has tamed me. . ."
"It is possible," said the fox.
"On earth one sees all sorts of things."
"Oh but this is not on the earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious. "On another planet?"
"Are there hunters on that planet?"
"Ah that's interesting! Are there chickens?"
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox. But he came back to his idea. "My life is very monotonous," he said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat. . ."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please---tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. " Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me. . ."
"What must I do, to tame you? asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. First you will sit down at a little distance from me -like that- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you. . . One must observe the proper rites. . ."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near---
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you. . ."
"Yes that is so", said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes that is so" said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added: "go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made a friend, and now he is unique in all the world." And the roses were very much embarrassed. "You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you -- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is MY rose."
And he went back to meet the fox. "Goodbye" he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose-- "said the little prince so he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."
(Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince)

Monday, November 28, 2011


[I'm not an animal]
Lets escape to this place together

-I agree-

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Christmas is Next

So I'm now obssessed with this song. [O Come O Come Emmanuel arr. by Sufjan Stevens]  Introduced to me 10 minutes ago and I've listened to it 3 times. 

Oops. I want Christmas now. 

Christmas now would mean: New Zealand, FAMILY (I haven't seen them for eleven months)! [Papi, Mami, Indi, Anahí, Bryce, Zion, Dane, Bejouix,] freedom from school, freedom from Provo, beaches, green, sun, shorts, chacos, dancing with my sisters, posole, mexican hot chocolate, happiness. I WANT CHRISTMAS NOW. 

[And then I would come back to Provo and Brooklynn would be my roommate again.]

But in a few weeks we're having HOUSE CHRISTMAS! I can't wait. BADDABING BADDABOOM.

not a music video, but it's the song.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Mystic Hot Springs

Some of us stayed in Utah for Thanksgiving. So we decided to use one of our free days and use it to be thankful for friends, pets, nature and hippies. 

This here ladies and gentlemen is :

Mystic Hot Springs. 

[thanks for introducing us to this mystical place R.A.R.]

Kate and Happy Hoffmire

Las Hermanas

Hippies in Calcium Waters

frozen stiff bathing suit
Happy Thanksgiving

Monday, November 14, 2011

I went on vacation

This last week, my body desperately needed a break, a rest, a vacation from my life. 

So I did fun things like watch the play Elephant Man put on by BYU students at a sweet underground theater in the Harris Fine Arts Center. [The play itself was somewhat terrifying with a beautiful performance.]

Exhausted by all of the emotions, I went home and made curry!

This was the first time I've cooked in a long time. I want to open up a restaurant and cook food for a week.

Sri Lankan   -   White Potato Curry   adapted from Fire and Spice by Heather Jansz Balasuriya

  • 6 Medium Potatoes -- cooked and cubed
  • 3 Tablespoons Olive Oil
  • 1 Large Onion -- chopped
  • 3 Cloves Garlic -- chopped
  • 1 Stick Cinnamon
  • 1 Teaspoon Crushed Red Pepper
  • 1/2 Teaspoon Turmeric
  • 1 Teaspoon Cumin
  • 1 Large Tomato -- cubed
  • 2 Cups Coconut Milk
  • 1 Cup Water

Directions Heat oil in skillet, brown onoins and garlic for 5 minutes.
Add cinnamon, red pepper, turmeric, cumin and tomato.
Saute 5 minutes. Add milk and water, bring to boil.
Add potatoes and simmer 10 minutes serve over rice.
Serves 4
Time to Make 0:00

I got it off a cool site with a bunch of recipes from different countries. I love the interwebs. If you want to look up other foods go here:

My Mamalita loves me. I called her the other day and she asked me about my health.
I told her about
My diet: 
Bread/granola for breakfast
apple/granola if I'm lucky a sandwich or something out of the vending machine  for lunch
I don't even know what I eat for dinner.... soup from a bag.

She was so concerned and loving she sent me vitamins! Now I'm going to be the healthiest person in the world.
Thanks Mamalita. xoxo

And then the rest of the weekend felt like vacation too. Watched Human Planet [highly recommend it to anyone who likes humans] and ate at the cannon center.

Can't wait for my next vacation.

Friday, November 11, 2011

eleven 11 eleven

what a day

Let me tell you about someone who knows how to celebrate this day IN STYLE.
My Papi Bruce was born on this day and decided to make it epic, Yerman/New Zealand style.

He decided to complete 11 quest within two days (ps. my dad is sooo cool)
-Paddle boarding at sunrise in the Pacific Ocean
-Eating 11 different kids of foods from 11 different countries
-Watched "The Orator" [a Samoan movie] at the Art Cinema
-Mountain Biking
-Watch sunset on Tasman Ocean
-Write 11 things (or more) about each of the girls 
(more to be updated)

My sisters are babes


Also, it's Anna Banana Nan's Bday. The big 22 that she is. We're celebrating all weekend long. Love you Nan.

be excellent to each other, party on.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

More Animal Illustrations

Howling Swing

Winter Otter

Inspired by Hanna Wertz and Quilts

3:18 am



Monday, November 7, 2011

Life In A Day

 If you have an hour to spare, 
this is one of my FAVORITE 
"movies" and you should watch it.

I first watched it for my advertising class, and then wanted to watch it again, and it was nowhere to be found.

Here is the storyline:
What do you get when you ask the people of the world to chronicle a single day in their lives? You get 80,000 submissions, 4500 hours of footage, from 192 countries. Kevin Macdonald has taken this raw material, all shot on July 24, 2010, and created a 90-minute paean to what it means to be human in the world today.


Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sick of String Cheese

On Saturday I filmed my first commercial with my SAH-WEET team of comrades (Laura, Johnathan, Michelle and Reagan).

It was about a new kid at a quiet and strict school. He is just a little quirky and doesn't really fit in. In the end he strings his cheese (where all the other kids bite their cheese) and the kids are all excited of this new way of eating.
-Freedom Academy
-Riverton Riverton Riverton
-Mrs. Frey
-Filming Crew
-de la Cruz Family

It was freezing and he wasn't wearing a coat.

Gauge- Our little string cheeser.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Enough Is Enough

I've been working on this Internet Safety Campaign and submitted it to Young Guns (an advertising competition).

Nate Steele: Copy
Mika Yerman: Art Direction

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

3 Happy Faces on 1

Chapter 20: Data Analysis, Analyzing Multiple Variables Simultaneously. 

Exhibit 20.1 presents SPSS output for the two-way classification of the sample respondents by pool usage...  blah blah blah.


So I allowed myself to feel happier by drawing smiley faces ... all over my face.

I do feel happier about neglecting my homework.