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But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
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Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a subscription.
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Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
I'm considering leaving dA. I've been a member for... what? 4+ years? And I've seen it seriously decline in that time, especially recently. Everything seems to be smut or some teenage bimbos taking pictures of themselves waiting in line to see Twilight for the third time. Mostly I've stuck around to keep in contact with my artsy people I don't talk to anymore. Lately though, it seems like every time I visit the site I just get annoyed at the crap that's on here.
I am willing to forgive your abandonment and welcome you back into my loving arms.
How is life?
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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
My senior project rules my life as well, and working and all my other classes too, of course. After 3.5 years of thinking about it, I finally started actually exercising, so now I also get to hurt all the time. Ain't life grand?
Jeremy is still at USAFA. This is his really busy time of year, with Honor Guard and his Training Officer stuffs, so I don't here from him much. Someone would tell me if he died though, so I don't worry.
Umm...yeah. My life is horribly unexciting.
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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
Well...I guess that makes me feel a little bit better (although apparently I have lost all ability to do math).
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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
I miss you and I wish to share that through physical means.
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
How is life?
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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
All I really do is sleep, eat, think about exercising (and don't), and working on my senior project (which is ruling the better part of my life.)
You? And, Jeremy?
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
Jeremy is still at USAFA. This is his really busy time of year, with Honor Guard and his Training Officer stuffs, so I don't here from him much. Someone would tell me if he died though, so I don't worry.
Umm...yeah. My life is horribly unexciting.
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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
Maybe things will look up-slightly-after graduation.
At least until graduate school. ><
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
Next time you see me, I'll only be sixteen.
I'm supposed to be screaming HAZELCHICKEN obnoxiously, not doing this... Highschool thing. o_O
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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
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visit my gallery
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