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USING PRICELINE TO GET A 3.5 STAR HOTEL ROOM FOR HALF PRICE.

P’wnd: Intentional or unintentional misspelling of the word “owned”. It is used primarily as an exclaimation by those that bear witness to someone getting put down or abused.

Forward: The following is a harrowing tale of incredible savings and awful customer service. I mean BAD.

Weeks ago, I stumbled upon the term Travel Hacking. This term is crawling across the Internet. Essentially, Travel Hackers scour the web for ways to earn frequent flyer miles and points. They always know when the hottest promotions are going on which airlines. Travel Hacking means that you don’t have to wait to win the lottery or for your kids to graduate college to travel the world.

Some of the best Travel Hackers are probably business travelers (such as our step-dad who racks up the miles with Southwest all on the company dime, the lucky dog), yet through my research I found that you don’t have to be a frequent flyer to earn miles, nor do you even have to own a credit card (yet owning one certainly helps in earning points), you just have to know where and when to look to find points, promotions, and how to turn those into miles. Or, have someone tell you where and when to look. More on this in a later post.

Since Jacob and myself aren’t bathing in cash, yet we certainly long to get some traveling under our belts asap, I decided that Travel Hacking is right up our alley.

Join the Travel Hacking Cartel

Continue reading ‘The Unofficial Guide on how to get P’wned by Priceline’


This is water.

24Jan11

The following was adapted from a speech from the late David Foster Wallace; it was his commencement address to the graduates of Kenyon college in 2005. This speech made a powerful impact on me last week, as I stumbled upon it while reading quite an excellent blog post on the topic of minimalistic living. Even my abridgment of the speech is quite long, but I tried to keep only the “main” points while retaining continuity. I created the artwork above, which was inspired by the following:

“There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says ‘Morning, boys. How’s the water?’ And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes ‘What the hell is water?’

The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance, or so I wish to suggest to you on this dry and lovely morning. Of course the main requirement of speeches like this is that I’m supposed to talk about your liberal arts education’s meaning, to try to explain why the degree you are about to receive has actual human value instead of just a material payoff.

Continue reading ‘This is water.’


Let me begin by saying that I am quite aware of how fortunate I am. So often I hesitate to comment on the many wonderful things my husband does for me or with me, or express the fun and joy that we experience on a daily basis. I hesitate because it seems selfish, and pompous even, to only announce the good things about your spouse, your marriage, your kids, etc, out into cyberspace when the reality for so many people is daily turmoil, hardships, and strife. It’s true – Jacob and I have a marriage that I’m continually blown away by. He loves me, challenges me, sweeps me off of my feet. We grow and learn together, we set goals, and we REACH them. And yes, we also argue. Duh, man. But I’m not going to talk about the bad stuff online – arguments, quarrels, what have you – so if I’m not willing to talk about the good AND the bad, then I typically choose not to talk about us online very often (though I AM guilty of it on occasion).

But today is my husband’s birthday. And despite my hesitation to announce ONLY the good things about our marriage and life, that is EXACTLY what I’m about to do. Because on your birthday that’s exactly what you deserve: someone to scream from the mountaintops how wonderful you are, and how much you are loved and appreciated. But I don’t have a mountaintop, I have this blog… you’ve been warned.

Continue reading ‘Happy Birthday, Jacob Boyd!’


The snowfall in Lawrence, KS was wicked overnight. Lots of the powdery goodness; though not too much to prevent folks from driving in it today, going to work, restauranting, working. The school district cancelled classes, making hundreds, thousands, of kids very happy.

Today we’ve been working on a web revision for Amanda Boyd Art & Design. A new hub for the professional me and the nonsensical me to collide, with tidbits of artistic deliciousness sprinkled on top.

Watch out for updates concerning the launch in a matter of days (or weeks).


The New Year

07Jan11

Hello all, and happy new year! (Is Happy New Year always capitalized? Is it branded in such a way that makes it a proper noun? And what’s with people saying “Happy New Years!” How many years are there in one happy new year?)

Hope everyone had a fun time swinging from the rafters on New Years Eve, popping corks, and throwing streamers or whatever it is we Americans do. Jacob and I enjoyed the visit of some of our family, ate and ate and ate, and then we crashed a party and ate all of their food, and so on.

Resolutions. People are always talking about resolutions, which I tend to think is complete bollocks. A resolution is a goal that will die in 30 days. Or less. Poor resolutions never even have a chance at a good life.

I’m relatively goal-oriented. My issue lies in the fact that I have a floppy memory. I set a goal, then I boldly run after it, until I’m like – oh look, something shiny! – and my attention gets distracted. Then, ALWAYS, (and hilariously for my husband I suppose, (or maybe annoyingly)) I rediscover a NEW goal, and it is born, but it just so happens to be the exact goal that I had previously set and forgotten about. And repeat.

This year, my goal, rather than resolution is twofold.

Continue reading ‘The New Year’




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