tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46951120044421823122012-02-16T08:45:50.354-08:00and now, let the wild rumpus start!ranting.poetry.reflectiondaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-72176736030965956042011-01-20T12:21:00.001-08:002011-01-20T13:36:18.296-08:00the dream teamhere is my hunger games dream team. before i reveal the roster though, i'll fill you in on my guidelines for casting.1) key roles should be unknown, but good, actors (i.e. katniss, peeta, gale)2) as we fan out in the relevance of characters, you may bring in some of those "i think i know that guy from somewhere" actors3) cameos from famous people can work for very few roles and still very much daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-21026517800127828362010-08-10T14:33:00.000-07:002010-08-10T14:49:09.071-07:00what's a mallow with you?there was a time in college, a time that spanned several months, where i was on a 'smore a day' regimen. and mind you, i held to it vigilantly.i'm not sure what the appeal was... it could've been the texture compliment of crisp graham cracker meeting bulbous pillowy marshmallow, or the mere fact that chocolate was involved, that had me coming back for more. all i know is that this itch for daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-24055047046768073082010-07-29T15:05:00.000-07:002010-07-29T15:15:57.866-07:00i rule. you rule. rules rule.as i am a lot better at giving people advice than i am listening to said advice myself, i've decided to write out some ground rules for myself as if i'm telling them to someone else. (confusing enough yet?) disclaimer: this is not the start of me referring to myself in third person for the sake of the creative process. danielle would never do that.How to write when you don’t know what to write. :daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-26299119139125849242010-07-27T11:37:00.000-07:002010-07-27T12:03:20.040-07:00decisions decisions<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-11653833267541231712010-04-15T12:09:00.001-07:002010-04-15T13:42:55.554-07:00could this be the futureof hip hop music videos?good artistic videosi sure hope so.and pioneering the way for those of us who love the beats but could use a little less "booty in camera lens" shots are: i think this celebration calls for a list of all that we're (hopefully) leaving behind us. here are the top 10 rap video shots that will not be missed by yours truly:10) 'cool' rapper popping a bottle of champagne daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-4175743024697140002010-01-21T21:57:00.000-08:002010-01-21T22:21:49.132-08:00thank you H20i had the privilege of shooting friends, jenny and justin's wedding back in november.here are a few of my faves from their big day. it was a beautiful day. thanks j's for letting be a part of it. happy marriage.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-30073377622478373362009-09-03T21:34:00.000-07:002009-09-03T22:10:48.308-07:00thoughts of sharingan evening alone. only much needed in retrospect as i wasn't sure what to do with myself tonight. after making dinner, watching bad tv, and a trip to zoka, i ended up here. back at home, at my computer, reading old blog entries, and realizing, man i used to be quite brave, unyielding even, in sharing myself with others. what's happened to bring me to now? where i keep everything inside and the daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-21693374509798111112009-09-03T21:27:00.001-07:002009-09-03T21:29:31.145-07:00i love lamp more specifically i love my new lamp for my office.thank you goodwill and tempera paint.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-83206303175325728242009-07-16T17:51:00.000-07:002009-07-16T18:13:03.327-07:00:: guess who's writing again ::so after wearing out my welcome with wallowing in my lack of time/inspiration/sanity/composure/bravery/paper, i'm back on the wagon and feeling better than ever, before. was it a breathtaking sunrise that brought me back? an artists' convention? nope, just the piece of mind that comes with commiserating with your fellow man. i figure if lots of people are stuck in a "rut", especially people that daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-33204846806321353862009-01-19T10:56:00.000-08:002009-01-19T11:03:06.592-08:00hooked? yes. shamless? absolutely.tweens + vamps = cult following +1daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-44173741199901640362009-01-19T10:48:00.001-08:002009-01-19T10:55:07.706-08:00how was your break?mine was swell.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-30284195647553701402008-12-22T23:55:00.001-08:002008-12-23T00:02:02.378-08:00ode to travel.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-18543059768613485282008-12-22T23:53:00.000-08:002008-12-22T23:54:35.749-08:00pictures replace words.not much time for writing these daysi'll let the picturestell my storiesfor awhile.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-54459332633953508762008-12-22T23:30:00.000-08:002008-12-23T00:05:28.380-08:00snow dazebeing snowed in for a week now has left me a bit stir crazy.and i'm tired of being stuck in the house.i needed a reminder of colors.yay colors.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-66390601465658889512008-05-05T14:43:00.000-07:002008-05-10T08:20:01.253-07:00for himI am proud of my man.Proud like he just hit the game winning 3 proud.Proud like, like he helped a old woman cross the street proud.And maybe I don’t say it out loud,But mine is the only face in the crowd,Cheesin because I love a manWho gives me limitless reasons…To be proud.I’m proud like I want to call up his mama and thank her.Proud like I’d go up to total strangersand say “hey, you see that daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-67222552049021397252008-05-03T16:41:00.000-07:002008-05-10T08:20:01.254-07:00untitledI am this worn and tattered dressThis faded patchworkOf tragedy and outside circumstanceI am the paper-thin gauze of fabricThat keeps you one sunrayShort of nakednessI am this worn and tattered dressOf which when one hole is patched10 more appearI am the garment that keeps you bashfulReleasing your hands into a systematic frenzyPulling up, stretching down,Constantly adjusting so that the world daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-88087447805636938632008-04-03T10:30:00.000-07:002008-04-03T10:35:33.454-07:00When she's around...(I wrote this after a friend confided in me about a girl that he just couldn't get out of his mind... I think we've all been in his shoes at some point; his sincerity was inspiring i suppose...) He says he can’t explain it;The way he feels, when she’s around.As if the earth has switched its axisAnd his feet - no longer on solid ground. And although she speaks,The only sound he hears daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-45480390931933753322008-04-03T10:24:00.000-07:002008-04-03T14:15:51.802-07:00Headlines(I'll admit I was pretty grumpy when I wrote this one...at the same time, the frustrations illustrated in it, for me, are very real) The more I check the newsThe more I realizeThere’s nothing new Just the graphic nature our society cravesMaking celebrities of those who misbehaveAnd filling our mindsWith the raw details of the criminally insane Media laden with the sordid daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-71693309704362778762008-04-03T10:14:00.000-07:002008-04-03T14:15:51.802-07:00'Like in the movies'(this is one of what I like to call my "trophy poems" although seemingly discouraging, they're reflections on things I've overcome... I often find that I can't really explain or write about things until I feel some sense of closure with them... and thus, these poems are my poetic triumph)I often wonder why I can’t let you love me like in the movies. All the ingredients seem right:Loving daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-50453458274139283492008-04-03T10:01:00.000-07:002008-04-03T10:38:40.726-07:00untitledFinding my identity in colorHas always been so confusing to meBecause I took all the colors literally You see, I wasn’t really black…More of a brown, Or mahoganyMy dad, much darker than meBut still not black you see… Black was when you closed your eyes in a dark roomBlack was the crayola I used to outlineBlack was pavement… In fact,I didn’t know anyone who was blackdaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-55211576226841997142008-03-10T10:24:00.000-07:002008-03-10T10:29:28.835-07:00writer's blockalas, the dry spell of no writing has been quenched.be expecting posts in the near future.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-16571588267883643982008-02-15T09:41:00.000-08:002008-02-15T09:59:03.530-08:00music life just got pretty swell. i can't complain. here are a few gems from the soundtrack of a happy me..alicesmith.sia.jamesmorrisson.milesdavis.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-34580689631400110032008-01-27T13:32:00.000-08:002008-01-28T08:03:24.201-08:00for my brother'I wish I could say that there was only love'I look on you with so much love that it hurts me.But my love showsIn the feet of crows,That line my eyes with worryWorry that I cannot protect you from this far awayShelter you, love you and keep you from harm’s wayWorry of the future and where we’ll both end upWorry of if I’ll ever be able to trust,Another person with a soul as perfect as yoursYou aredaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-25664917087165440452008-01-20T13:36:00.000-08:002008-01-26T15:00:57.260-08:00reflections on the text (passionate marriage)(this speaks for the stories i've heard, read, witnessed or experienced on what we've done to love and to each other in our obsession and quest for sex)I tell you that I love youAnd you know it's trueBut that message is lost,When I show it to youThrough searching for that next orgasmHow can we begin to seal this chasmBetween the love you see in my eyesversus what you seekbetween my thighs?I want daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-77537813651681159912008-01-17T12:57:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:21:10.461-08:00tabula rasaMake me a lover of wisdomNot a lover who is dumb,gripping an empty notion,so that it can numbthis pain inside that's trifling me,hiding,dividing,and guiding medown paths that lead to nowhereand roads where hope is scarceLord, make me clean.Lord, make me bare.So I can focus on your beautyand not just what you can do for me.So that I can become a new beingall-seeingand through beingthis numb lover daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-79425236913985786362008-01-11T11:36:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:22:03.754-08:00truthi want something real.something true.i want Authentic.show me the Essential you.give me something real.something i can feel.give me something tangible to hold on to.Give me you.not some fragmented version that you cut and paste until it’s pleasing to the palate.and not some rosy portrait of what you wish you were.let’s start with what you are,because in this moment,what you areis inescapable.you daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-90304348494962595742008-01-07T18:26:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:23:08.472-08:00the chronicles of Bud. (3)Once Adrian became older my parents realized that he needed someone to watch him when they were at work, and I was at school. This began the string of house attendants that Adrian went through faster than underwear; which incidentally, he went through faster than most. We experienced every type of person you could imagine. It was like our steady sitcom with a new cameo performance every month. daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-62203123050657685892008-01-03T11:26:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:25:56.561-08:00can't help but smileSo in one of my very first posts I mentioned the immense growth that could come from becoming a hero or heroine in your own story; that there was a certain degree of self-validation in asserting yourself in a difficult or frightening situation. I had a hard time figuring out how something so textbook would actually manifest itself in real life. I don’t exactly know how I expected that to be or daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-90024910627209223352007-12-27T21:53:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:24:03.598-08:00the chronicles of Bud. (2)Let us now jump to adolescence. A time where I began to care what other people thought, a time where Adrian took our war public. He was always scoping out the right time to throw a fit, or hit a stranger, leaving me a babbling apologetic mess trying to explain why my brother just pulled the hair of a 50-year-old woman. Ironically enough he saved his best bag of tricks for when we went out to eatdaniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-63044657829843690952007-12-20T20:11:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:24:03.599-08:00the chronicles of Bud. (1)This is the first of a brief installment of posts recounting my brother (the bud) and mine's childhood spent teetering between the thin line between friend and foe.July 28, 1985:Four pounds, 5 ounces. A child is born. He will be named Adrian Michael Miller, and although he doesn’t know it now, he will forever change the lives of many people… three in particular.Four months early! He came to us daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-8643976860056200622007-12-20T11:57:00.001-08:002007-12-20T12:01:45.040-08:00selling and saving I'm selling my belongings and saving my money until I am able to purchase this.Thus making the world a better place.If you're wealthy, a patron of me, or poor but financially irresponsible and want to help me in this endeavor, by all means be my guest.daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-6360161410769722242007-12-13T08:05:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:22:03.754-08:00No Cars GoWith my 1/2 hour commute to and from work, I tend to sit in an above average amount of traffic. As it turns out, Washingtonians don't know how to drive. There is no concept of "left lane for faster traffic" and the most basic functions of driving are often complicated by their constant anxiety over the most mundane tasks of being behind the wheel. Bumper to bumper traffic will most assuredly daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-74824067589881663822007-12-06T11:14:00.000-08:002008-01-22T11:26:16.217-08:00"hello, it's me"So I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately. By that I’m not really searching for my soul, rather searching within it. I would say that I’m learning a lot about myself, but it’s more an experience of finally acknowledging and facing things that I’ve known to be there all along…most of it is not very admirable, but it’s fixable.At first I thought the ability to acknowledge my faults was a daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695112004442182312.post-80800425621555270312007-11-28T08:00:00.000-08:002007-11-28T09:05:13.954-08:00the openerSo i am new to the blogging world. Consider this my proverbial birth...leaving the cozy womb of journaling i'm now here before you wide-eyed and overwhelmed by all that is the blog. How can i possibly convey my essence in choosing only one from this lackluster variety of 7 templates? And what about my name... should i opt for just "Danielle"? I could attain a great deal of street cred by using daniellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048940435714534324noreply@blogger.com2