The Torgersons
Monday, March 12, 2012
Our model
Being blonde-haired and blue-eyed makes you beautiful here in Taiwan. That's just that! So when a clothing company heard about our blonde baby 88cm tall, they just had to have her model for their new catalog. So Siri and I drove out with another mom and her son, who has been their model for some time now, and did an hour and a half photo shoot. Siri loved it! I wasn't sure how she would take to the make-up, hair-do, bows and 7 outfits but she really enjoyed all the attention (and candy) she received. I took a few pictures on my phone but we will get a copy of the catalog when it comes out in a few months which will, I think, be totally worth it! Oh and she got paid for doing it! (The money is going toward her diaper fees.)
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Man-Made Music: March Edition
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Christmas Break recap



Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Man-Made Music!
After a long intermission, Man-Made Music has returned. This song is the result of the time afforded by a much-needed Chinese New Year holiday break (and the benefit of living near my school’s band room and nice microphones!). Your comments and feedback are always more than welcome! Happy listening!
Fill Anew
The cold of it all will never shake away
With shivers that were meant for other places than today.
With black unblinking eyes she watched me sing upon my grave
In hopes that grace would maybe let me walk away.
O, skull; O, dew show me roses.
I care not for any color but crimson red.
Fill anew my brittle empty cup
And fill it full and fill it red
And let it spill upon my hands.
The frost that skirts my shoes is not a frost that melts or fades
But hardened callouses from scuffling frozen stones.
The brown beneath my nails is from the cold and ancient way
She bids me wallow ‘til the hardness touches bone.
O, skull; O, dew, show me roses.
I care not for any color but crimson red.
Fill anew my brittle empty cup
And fill it full and fill it red
And let it spill upon my hands.
Let mem’ry not betray the image you have left,
The issue of your heart on barren earth.
Her eyes must look away from full and perfect birth
And shivers that will shake the cold away.








