<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749827441198497312</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:38:52.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innate Idiosyncratic Romanticism</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything is possible for him who believes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naimehob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660750196903537409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1j2niOe8WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vkkCjQoFsC0/S220/n780435336_2072546_1335.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749827441198497312.post-1123430973260687348</id><published>2010-02-21T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:10:37.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mistake</title><content type='html'>I'm already treating my work at SAIC like assignments, not like art.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749827441198497312-1123430973260687348?l=naimehob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/feeds/1123430973260687348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/1123430973260687348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/1123430973260687348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mistake.html' title='My mistake'/><author><name>Naimehob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660750196903537409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1j2niOe8WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vkkCjQoFsC0/S220/n780435336_2072546_1335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749827441198497312.post-4621388843597632682</id><published>2010-01-26T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:09:45.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>I want to feel things. Really feel things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the way he feels when he plays that piano: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tu3w3zjefW4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get that from painting, from acting, from singing, from dancing, from writing, from everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just haven't taken the leap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That song is one of my favorites ever. I don't know if I could make a list of favorite songs. The list, I guess, would be made of songs that mean the most to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Somewhere Over the Rainbow (The Wizard of Oz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Alone in the Universe (Seussical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Circle of Life (Lion King) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Anything's Possible (Seussical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Electricity (Billy Elliot) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind, that's just a one night list. This is pretty accurate though. Those mean a lot. But I DO know that the top one will never change. NO SONG can mean more to me than "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". Nothing ever ever ever ever. I guess  "When You Wish Upon a Star" could take the number 6 spot for now =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~BEn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Today I go back to ChicAgo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S16UfI5zq6I/AAAAAAAAABk/UutvcE5dYMc/s400/IMG_5830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430941463342197666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749827441198497312-4621388843597632682?l=naimehob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/feeds/4621388843597632682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/4621388843597632682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/4621388843597632682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>Naimehob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660750196903537409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1j2niOe8WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vkkCjQoFsC0/S220/n780435336_2072546_1335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S16UfI5zq6I/AAAAAAAAABk/UutvcE5dYMc/s72-c/IMG_5830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749827441198497312.post-3503149539032371577</id><published>2010-01-22T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:57:00.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every so often</title><content type='html'>Now and again I'll find a song I listen to over and over, sometimes for no reason. Sometimes it's because it touches my heart. Sometimes it's just because the song is catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now I'm into the song "I'll Be There", sung by The Jackson 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6bARIaMhCM"&gt;The original song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and THIS just touched my heart, for millions of reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt-B1SmoewE"&gt;Their reunion version, LIVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you have time, listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehal1eUG1jk"&gt;acapella&lt;/a&gt;!! (NOTE: This kid tried to mix the audio with another video, so it's not crappy lip synching)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. There's fish sticks cooking right now. I hate fish but I like fish sticks. Mmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749827441198497312-3503149539032371577?l=naimehob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/feeds/3503149539032371577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-so-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/3503149539032371577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/3503149539032371577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-so-often.html' title='Every so often'/><author><name>Naimehob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660750196903537409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1j2niOe8WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vkkCjQoFsC0/S220/n780435336_2072546_1335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749827441198497312.post-6144540864099764540</id><published>2010-01-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:00:25.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>I gotta make art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I forget with my art is that I have the ability and OPPORTUNITY to say things.&lt;br /&gt;Though what I DO have is the history of making art for only the sake of making art. Not many people do that, as Joe Murray (creator of Rocko's Modern Life) once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unlike other countries, America seems to place little value on artistic expression for merely arts sake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't paint to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to start making art and SAY things with it. EXPRESS myself with it. Not just express the love of making art, but express what I think, what I feel, what I know, what I don't know. It doesn't need to be deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, some of my old work that wasn't made with a conceptual approach has more meaning than anything I've made while TRYING to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once borrowed a film camera in 2007 and personally developed the photos, those pictures mean more than nearly all of the ones I ever took in my photo class. And those were were supposed to be conceptual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta forget the word "conceptual", I gotta focus on "expressing". Here's an artist statement I wrote a while ago, not for anything, not official. But here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want my art to document the experience of things. An experience can last a microsecond or a lifetime. An experience is made of thoughts, sights, sounds, tastes, memories, and more. It can be emotional or banal. It can be high and low at once. While I cannot describe someone else's experience of something I know I can depict my own. I don't believe this isolates the viewer by any means. When someone sees a depiction of an experience of mine, they may recognize themselves in my work, for everyone experiences things. I enjoy the thought of depicting an experience because I can portray as little or as much of it as I want. I can pick the sight of an experience, or the smell, or both. The list goes on. My experiences are spiritual, physical, mental, and varied. I am unlimited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the statement as a piece of writing needs work, but there's the idea. Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was finally ready to paint but I couldn't find my portfolio bag with my canvases etc.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't bring it home.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make my friend a painting and I refuse to do it at school.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I have SOME canvases here. I have some paint. I don't think I have palette paper... but I can use paper plates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wrote a lot today!&lt;br /&gt;And plan to write more.&lt;br /&gt;"Kellye's Chair" is up to 36 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Up to 51 pages =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~BEn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1k_IMzo93I/AAAAAAAAABc/rv9idmmQr_8/s1600-h/LisaLoeb_Tails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1k_IMzo93I/AAAAAAAAABc/rv9idmmQr_8/s400/LisaLoeb_Tails.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429440235881166706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749827441198497312-6144540864099764540?l=naimehob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/feeds/6144540864099764540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/6144540864099764540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/6144540864099764540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Naimehob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660750196903537409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1j2niOe8WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vkkCjQoFsC0/S220/n780435336_2072546_1335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1k_IMzo93I/AAAAAAAAABc/rv9idmmQr_8/s72-c/LisaLoeb_Tails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749827441198497312.post-2772270357299150509</id><published>2010-01-13T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:37:51.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>Right now I miss the stage.&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing lights and rushing sounds and sights and lines and colors and shapes and energy and adrenaline and black and white and applause and silence and screaming with pitch-perfect notes and jumping wildly from one end of the stage to another to another to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S05gRcVU22I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_BNw-xNSNYw/s1600-h/Untitledasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S05gRcVU22I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_BNw-xNSNYw/s400/Untitledasd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426380453807709026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749827441198497312-2772270357299150509?l=naimehob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/feeds/2772270357299150509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/2772270357299150509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/2772270357299150509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Naimehob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660750196903537409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1j2niOe8WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vkkCjQoFsC0/S220/n780435336_2072546_1335.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S05gRcVU22I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_BNw-xNSNYw/s72-c/Untitledasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749827441198497312.post-2935013055402983118</id><published>2010-01-13T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:01:56.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good start.</title><content type='html'>"I let people say of me and think of me whatever they like and treat me just as they like - that is their business; I am not obligated to listen to their everlasting drivel." &lt;br /&gt;~Vincent Van Gogh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749827441198497312-2935013055402983118?l=naimehob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/feeds/2935013055402983118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/2935013055402983118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749827441198497312/posts/default/2935013055402983118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naimehob.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-start.html' title='A good start.'/><author><name>Naimehob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09660750196903537409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ACx2buJ_pA/S1j2niOe8WI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vkkCjQoFsC0/S220/n780435336_2072546_1335.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
