<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094</id><updated>2008-03-17T10:30:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...Paro</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-5560459406066347372</id><published>2007-02-15T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:30:44.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 14</title><summary type='text'>This is the first time in a long time since I didn't have a boyfriend or a date to spend Valentine's Day with.  I actually can't quite remember when...maybe since I was about 15-17 years old.  Wow!  Maybe I even had a boy to smooch then.  Huh.  Well, there is always a first time for everything.  Nice thing is that I am feeling alright about it.  I am concentrating on some things and discovering </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2007/02/february-14.html' title='February 14'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=5560459406066347372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/5560459406066347372'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/5560459406066347372'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-3820876734641727382</id><published>2007-02-09T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:58:51.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!!</title><summary type='text'>My birthday came and went earlier this week on Monday and I had a great time with my friends.  Some of my lovely SF and LA peeps took me out to a couple of super yummy dinners.  I also drove up to see my good friend who lives in Boulder Creek which is near Santa Cruz.  Sometimes a long drive into the mountains is just the thing one needs.
It is still my birthday week so I'm gonna put my Amazon </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2007/02/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=3820876734641727382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/3820876734641727382'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/3820876734641727382'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-58574176623340220</id><published>2007-01-26T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:58:48.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><summary type='text'>Azure azure azure. Lovely and sparkly. :-)</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2007/01/blue.html' title='Blue'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=58574176623340220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/58574176623340220'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/58574176623340220'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-2348335534299318461</id><published>2007-01-19T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:49:46.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Puzzles" art show</title><summary type='text'>So the piece that I was struggling with is finally finished and will be up at the show this saturday (tomorrow).  I am happy with it. I don't have a photo of it though.  I need to sell my film cameras and buy a digital one.  Anyways here is the information on the event:
Organized by one of the Solid Funk peeps (Gravy and Sexy Modr parties)
"Puzzles" collaborative art show
This Saturday 7-11pm
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2007/01/puzzles-art-show.html' title='&quot;Puzzles&quot; art show'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=2348335534299318461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/2348335534299318461'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/2348335534299318461'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-116808017188240765</id><published>2007-01-06T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:46:14.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbotage</title><summary type='text'>Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you

You only have to look behind you
At who’s undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don’t feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

~Ladytron "Destroy Everything You Touch"</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2007/01/sabbotage.html' title='Sabbotage'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=116808017188240765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116808017188240765'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116808017188240765'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-116726178152636585</id><published>2006-12-27T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:22:06.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wish that I could take a pill to make the pain go away.  Something as easy as taking a couple of capsules of ibuprofen.

Other than that I am still struggling with a painting.  I don't do well with themed shows.  It's like being given a homework assignment.  I want to keep it in the style I've been developing, but it's hard because I wouldn't have picked the size and format I am </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/12/today.html' title='Today'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=116726178152636585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116726178152636585'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116726178152636585'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-116547954420603928</id><published>2006-12-07T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:19:04.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problemsolving a Painting</title><summary type='text'>I'm tying 4 panels together and the theme of the piece is "matters of the heart".

Me: "But it isn't gonna be perfect."

Friend:  "I know, you want it to be perfect.  That's how love is though, right??? Not perfect."

Me: "Yeah, it's just all these pieces tied up in the best way possible."</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/12/problemsolving-painting.html' title='Problemsolving a Painting'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=116547954420603928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116547954420603928'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116547954420603928'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-116418406829731701</id><published>2006-11-21T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:01:26.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something happened</title><summary type='text'>You went from hot to cold and then you were gone.
I've asked what's wrong and you've said nothing.  But there is.  Before the cold you contacted me all the time eager to spend your time with me.  What happened?

Was it my emotion?  My tears when you told me that you weren't reciprocating?
  That you had doubts?   Haha on me.  Karma fast food style is what it is.

So I'm emotional...so fuckin' </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/11/something-happened.html' title='Something happened'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=116418406829731701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116418406829731701'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116418406829731701'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-116340872492127444</id><published>2006-11-12T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:05:24.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evasion, Exaggeration, Ommission...</title><summary type='text'>glossing over, and manipulating the situation in your favor are all forms of dishonesty.
Truth and trust.  I really hoped it could be there but what I got was a soft focus filter on what was in front of me.
And if you can't even admit that what I saw was a dried up dead cockroach under your bed, then what can you admit to??</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/11/evasion-exaggeration-ommission.html' title='Evasion, Exaggeration, Ommission...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=116340872492127444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116340872492127444'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/116340872492127444'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115887015712012337</id><published>2006-09-21T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:22:37.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovefest!!</title><summary type='text'>I'm leaving for the San Francisco Lovefest.  The next few days will be full of beats.  Let the dancing and debauchery begin!!</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/09/lovefest.html' title='Lovefest!!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115887015712012337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115887015712012337'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115887015712012337'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115831023781546257</id><published>2006-09-15T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T03:19:53.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe in Magic</title><summary type='text'>I believe in the magic of love, of a smile, of intention.  I believe in the magic of pulling a card and seeing the meaning as meant for myself.  I believe in it because I look for it and whatever you look for becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.  If you look for the negative stuff in life, then that is what you will find.  I choose to see the joy and magic.   Scoff at me all you want...this is my </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/09/i-believe-in-magic.html' title='I Believe in Magic'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115831023781546257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115831023781546257'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115831023781546257'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115767882152471277</id><published>2006-09-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:27:01.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something on my list of things to do</title><summary type='text'>I MUST get my own cell phone plan.  John and I have been broken up for almost a year and I STILL have a shared plan with him.  Not only does it inconvenience him, but guys always ask me, "Who is John?".  It shows up on their called id.  Kinda funny, kinda not.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/09/something-on-my-list-of-things-to-do.html' title='Something on my list of things to do'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115767882152471277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115767882152471277'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115767882152471277'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115756774339284419</id><published>2006-09-06T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:35:43.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>All I can say is wow.

The meditation retreat was life-changing.  It moved my soul.  It taught me so much- about myself, others, the world.  It's indescribable.  I sat in silence, did walking meditation, a few guided meditations, and there were dharma talks. 

Philosophies that I have read really sunk in.   There is a lifetime of learning but I am finally beginning to truly KNOW.  Experiencing it</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115756774339284419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115756774339284419'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115756774339284419'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115702102531435237</id><published>2006-08-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:01:51.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Star</title><summary type='text'>It's been a strange week.  Two people figuratively slammed the door in my face in one day.  One came back to me.  Although I didn't think that I was really wrong, I didn't argue and I made amends.  I went out of my way to give him something he desired- with no judgment, no excuses, no words, only love.  It felt good because friendship, love, and joy is what matters and arguing isn't worth it.  I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/falling-star.html' title='Falling Star'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115702102531435237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115702102531435237'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115702102531435237'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115673381624524561</id><published>2006-08-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:56:56.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude for Someone Special to Me</title><summary type='text'>

One of my greatest teachers is my friend Sandra.  I met her while we were counselors at a summer camp.  I had a crush on her because she was so independent and creative.  She was always working on some dance project and she exuded a quiet strength.  I admired her and her energy drew me in.  We have become very tight and special friends in the 10 years we've known eachother.  We've seen each </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/gratitude-for-someone-special-to-me.html' title='Gratitude for Someone Special to Me'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115673381624524561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115673381624524561'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115673381624524561'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115658432632511602</id><published>2006-08-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:28:59.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Flags and Long Nights</title><summary type='text'>

Whether it's two weeks, two years, or just tonight
You can occupy my every sigh, you can rent the space inside my mind
At least until the price becomes too high
I can find a reason that we should quit, I can find a reason to do it
I can find excuses for all my shit
She tells me just to work right through it
She's pretty and I like her but she's too well
"Cause I need red flags and long nights </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/red-flags-and-long-nights.html' title='Red Flags and Long Nights'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115658432632511602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115658432632511602'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115658432632511602'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115652682875071260</id><published>2006-08-25T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:27:08.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mary Oliver</title><summary type='text'>Excerpt from "The Summer Day"

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/more-mary-oliver.html' title='More Mary Oliver'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115652682875071260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115652682875071260'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115652682875071260'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115649823089084185</id><published>2006-08-25T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:10:43.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Death Comes</title><summary type='text'>

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

~Mary Oliver</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/when-death-comes.html' title='When Death Comes'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115649823089084185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115649823089084185'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115649823089084185'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115649855919161288</id><published>2006-08-25T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:48:23.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculousness</title><summary type='text'>You are so busy trying to prove yourself to you and me with your insecurities...trying to be something..
And I am so busy trying to prove something to you with my insecurieties...and yes, to myself too.
Why can't we cut through the bullshit?  It's all really quite so silly.  Really.
Damnit.  
Oh well.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/ridiculousness.html' title='Ridiculousness'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115649855919161288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115649855919161288'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115649855919161288'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115623039851342111</id><published>2006-08-21T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:54:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting Back</title><summary type='text'>It's been a year.  A year give or take a few months...of being in LA on my own.  Discovering and growing.  So full of surprises and all I can say is that I am smiling and looking forward to so much.  Moving forward with my plans.
New headshots.
Auditions.
Art corner in the kitchen.
Starting new work.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/reflecting-back.html' title='Reflecting Back'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115623039851342111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115623039851342111'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115623039851342111'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115473274041499375</id><published>2006-08-04T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:05:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice From a Friend</title><summary type='text'>"Why don't you try dating someone who isn't an artist or musician for once?  Someone who doesn't work in the arts at all.  They can enjoy art...a lot...just not be employed in that field.  They can have any other job in the world just not in the arts.  Why don't you try that once?  How about a few times?  See the difference.   And they should be over age 35...(sigh) alright at least 30 years old.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/08/dating-advice-from-friend.html' title='Dating Advice From a Friend'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115473274041499375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115473274041499375'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115473274041499375'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115387642802153041</id><published>2006-07-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:13:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Get a Little Too Confident...</title><summary type='text'>With a name like mine because it means protection, shelter, or refuge.  I used to think, "What a boring meaning."  Then I started thinking, "My name is a good luck charm!"  Well I got a little too cocky running around in my little universe and I got into trouble.  I wasn't careful.  I've been sick to my stomach, crying, and dreading these past few days.  The worst of it is over and actually, it </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/07/i-get-little-too-confident.html' title='I Get a Little Too Confident...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115387642802153041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115387642802153041'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115387642802153041'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115355347464118818</id><published>2006-07-21T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:33:12.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing</title><summary type='text'>

This is my favorite photo of myself that Adam took.  Laughing is so good for the soul.  My favorite is when tears well up because I am laughing so hard.

I haven't done everything I wanted to this week, but I am slowly gearing up to where I want to be.  Hey, I'm a recovering slacker.  I fall off the wagon a lot and all I can do is get back on.  So here is what I've been up to this week:
I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/07/laughing.html' title='Laughing'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115355347464118818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115355347464118818'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115355347464118818'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115249470368857665</id><published>2006-07-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:59:25.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance</title><summary type='text'>I went to a desert party this weekend that was a total blast.  My talented friend Adam took some photos.  I am wearing the silver halter top and later a green tank top.  Take a look.

Here are other photos from 10 years of peeps hanging out.

Take a look around the rest of his site.  Lots of interesting faces.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/07/independance.html' title='Independance'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115249470368857665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115249470368857665'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115249470368857665'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635094.post-115235152571529069</id><published>2006-07-08T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:38:45.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Flame</title><summary type='text'>I always stood alone
 But I came to face my life
 And I struggled deep down inside
 But I survived

 (x2)
I'm not waiting
Waiting for the burning flame

 Ill strike my own light
 And play my own game
 I'm not waiting
For anybody's burning flame

~lyrics by Krystal from the song Burning Flame</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/2006/07/burning-flame.html' title='Burning Flame'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635094&amp;postID=115235152571529069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-paro.studioamparo.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115235152571529069'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635094/posts/default/115235152571529069'/><author><name>Amparo</name></author></entry></feed>