December 2009
Today...
[Baby, I’m totally on board with you. I could name another two folks who feel the same to boot.]
katietower:
was the kind of day that I would classify as a doozy. Not in a good way, either.
November 2009
Read Between The Lines
I do not like thee, Dr. Fell
The reason why I cannot tell.
But this I know, and know full well:
I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.
- Some Mother Goose poem
If Tobacco Wasn't So Rank, I Sure Would Smoke A...
“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving...”
– Albert Einstein
Words to live by..
Considering how my day has been going, this is incredibly apt:
Accept that some days you’re the pigeon, and some days you’re the statue.
Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
Drive carefully. It’s not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
Eat a live toad in the morning...
Top 20 Unfortunate Lessons Girls Learn From... →
[This is a phenomenal article. Read it yourself, and then to your Twilight-loving tween, just so she’s aware of what she’s being told to believe. - JJ]
jenndube:
[Found via The Daily What]
Shakey Shakes And Tear Fears.
“The most important thing about life here is that people let themselves be...”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Sunday Night Lights
I’m at that stage of mental uncertainty that just so happens to be characterized by a sudden, all-encompassing, visceral yank at my mutinous spine. The desire to stop dead and watch my thoughts go trip-tropping by is so loud it sounds like the Kentucky Derby. You need more time to think, they say in passing. Being led in any direction whatsoever at this point in time would be detrimental to...
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The Dirty Details
Last autumn I read Marya Hornbacher’s ‘Wasted’, a crucial piece of non-fiction for those suffering from and/or treating those with eating disorders. The sheer weight of the honesty written into Hornbacher’s “memoir” is enough to slow a strong beating heart for the length of your read. I was warned before my read that there was no happy ending. No rewarding...
From The Red Book.
Periodically I go through my stacks of old moleskin sketchbooks/journals. This morning I found a few drawings and scrawlings belonging to a very close friend whom I admire beyond comprehension. Some of what he wrote:
A man should buy his clothes with intelligence
Put them on carefully
And wear them as though he forget
they were on.
Simple and poignant, just like him.
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to...”
– E. E. Cummings
I've Just, I've Just, Got To Put The Hours In.
Tomorrow!
I get my first collaborative assignment from Donnie Calabrese. If I know anything about Donnie [gentleman on the right], I predict his poem will be a solid mixture of euphoria and twisted darkness. The mundane. The everyday. The mass collective burp of society. I can only hope my subsequent drawing will do justice. I love assignments.
Tonight I Want To:
- Build a blanket fort.
- Watch Quantum of Solace/Star Trek inside of said blanket fort.
- Catch up on all your emails which desperately need responses. You are all so ace.
- Finish reading my Research Methods chapter on ethics in science. Scintillating stuff, I’m not joking even a little.
- Finish this morning’s daily drawing, it’s a keeper.
- Play hacky sack, I miss...
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I got a postcard in the mail today!
And it feels somethin’ swell. Golly I sure do have lovely friends. Snail mail is retro-hip these days, just like knitting. I loves it.
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I just floated home on my tippytoes. In the rain....
Collaborations
I’m currently working with a friend on a poem/artwork combo. In a warm-up message, he asked me what I loved drawing. I thought for a long time, then answered in point form:
- trees
- people
- doors
- bathtubs
- lips
- monsters. especially monsters
- hair
- countless parallel lines
- electric stoves
- rectangles
- sad songs and waltzes
