February 2011
39 posts
Anonymous asked: It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.
January 2011
49 posts
“Tell me what you eat and I will tell you about yourself.”
– Words from the old, wise, italian man who owns the restaurant down the street that has the best cab sav and gnocchi I’ve ever had.
ContinuingWithTheSap(akaTheWine)
Flowers, wine, oak, and summer
The smell delicate,
A crepe in my mouth.
Sucking on the sugar cherries
Letting the stain sink into our lips
And our necks.
Remembering the way it felt to fit
Into one another
Before it was rhythmic
(once you’ve got the hang, the jump is over)
Do you ever feel like
What The Rolling Stones talked about?
Sometimes I smile so big, I think the...
FlushedCheeks
Window cracked open, it has been pouring cats and dogs all day. Drinking a class of red wine after a bath, I just put my sheets on (straight out of the dryer)… Laying down in bed, the combination is unstoppable, especially with this playing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGCyUK16zPg
(Call me a sap, I’m okay with that for tonight)
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless...”
– – Ayn Rand
develop,fix,stop,realize-
You don’t want to hear what I’d say. All I’d say is that I’d trade you a cookie for a cigarette except— oops, I just ate the last one. And now the crumbs are stuck in my teeth reminding me of the moment of clarity I could have used in between the grit of today and tomorrow. Spending hours adjusting eyes to see what you’ve always been able to see. Waiting to...
ListeningToTheLonleySea
It was the way the colors danced on the screen
The air kicked on, my throat hurt in the morning.
Smoke against glass, the seasons harassed
Our boney bodies into the water
As we sat hovering under a protected film cover
It would soon dilute, the moment you walked out the door
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"She's my Rushmore"
I love the way cream pours into coffee. Especially in the afternoon. I always need afternoon coffee. Last night I watched Rushmore and recalled, like I always do, how much I love that movie. While my favorite Wes Anderson movie usually hangs as a tie between The Darjeeling Limited (a hefty part of that hangs on Part I, Hotel Chevalier) and The Life Aquatic (which I define as Wes...
“Drunk, sober, tired, awake…I always end up at the ocean.”
“Did you ever think the ocean might be your muse?”
On a side note, I would love to go here:
http://www.workaway.info/17156122984a-en.html
(Great website, amazing & interesting ways to travel)
StrangeBirdAlways
They wouldn’t let me in to the hospital tonight to take pictures. I had this whole concept of black and white film, my tripod, looming, dark, dreary, stark, bleak, slightly creepy? hallways — and all they had to offer me was a guy managing parking who decided he was also the door bouncer and that I was a liability issue. Trying to explain to him that I was a student with a vision...
The air feels odd today.
I’ve got a googolplex of things on my mind and
I need to make a cup of coffee and
I am excited and incredibly nervous and
I’m scared and
I don’t have an appetite and
The air feels odd.
ItFeelsGoodToLaughAtItAll
It was the end of the stargaze. The drinks were wearing off and I didn’t feel invincible any more. The songs started swirling together and my mind faded behind my eyes and out the car window. I started to feel homesick — like I wanted to crawl under a blanket and never turn twenty one because it only confirmed time slipping away. ”Spent a week in a dusty library”...
“Or another way to look at it is, my heart is like Berlin post WWII. Except the...”
– my friend Benjamin (Commenting on compartments in our heart for music after my comment about the secret part of my heart stowed away for 90’s jams.)
Karaoke
You know, I love the Blues Brothers. And singing words that aren’t mine, but letting them mean more than anything I’ve ever written with six strings and some led. The whole world is trying to fool me with the sly crumbling it does when I’m not looking, but nothing could stop the power of the chords during the seventy mile an hour journey we took through time today. The...
Hit and Face, not Run.
You know that moment, after a complete day of turmoil and ruggid, rigid, horrible battles
When you call someone you care about, in hopes to feel better—
And all their words do is bounce of you like stiff nothings, catering to a greater unknown you don’t want to face at the moment
Mostly because you can’t feel it
Maybe it is the cold.
“There is so much more happiness...
secret[s]
my birthday is on Sunday
I want to play a game of scrabble in french
I [always] eat breakfast in bed
Mellow Yellow
Tonight, it is freezing. I mean really— they covered all the plants outside the viney wall of my apartment complex to save their little souls from the freeze tonight. I conquered my dishes when I got home, and then I couldn’t stop, I started emptying out the two boxes I never finished unpacking when I moved in. I found my yellow star lamp that hangs from the ceiling making the...
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I should really go to bed
Art majors have to create something out of nothing. To prepare for a test in most other fields, you study material they give you, you read the book, make index cards, cross your fingers— and hope for the best. In art if you sat around crossing your fingers, you would fail. Film majors write their own stories to study. Sculptors take a ball of wire and form it into what is supposed to be...
11:11
I missed the 11:11 am of January 11th, 2011…but I will be sure to catch the 11:11 pm of such a day. A cheers to writing, to wine on back porches, to rejuvenation of life through film…to the coffee that makes me believe every day of this year will be okay…to scary things I will dare to get wrapped up in, to the love of French Cinema, mostly Jean-Luc Godard…to stealing...
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Last night I had dreams. Horrible, horrible weird dreams. Where the person I loved I couldn’t be with even though I had to see them every day— I was forced to be with someone else. And then there were dogs. Gorgeous, beautiful dogs — and when we ran into the forrest and came back to some house and I looked out the window my favorite dog was dead. Not just dead, like...
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Dare
I am tired of a lot of things. But unoriginality is the biggest. Today my photography professor said “the greatest thing in the entire cosmos is right between your ears…use it” It is absolutely true. Be yourself. You have a thumbprint. You are unique. And there is no need to be afraid of trying to find it, use it, show it, do it. It is what we should be doing. I’ll...
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My side goal this semester: To learn a set list of David Bowie songs in Portuguese on the guitar.
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SoManyHats
I’ve been away, eyeing dogs as big as bears at the concert
and holding on to my scarf too tight
Tomorrow everything will be quiet again—
So many birthdays (happyhappy)
I forget mine is HOLYSHITMINEISIN8DAYSSOPUMPED
(back to the melancholy I’ve been gone note of thoughts…)
Don’t let the tea steep too long.
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Thank you for the follow
http://wakefortheyoungsouls.tumblr.com/
!!! For I have now reached the number of followers from which the meaning of life can be derived. (any Hitchhiker’s Guide fans out there?)
And you have a lovely blog.
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The Invention Series, Part deux
A device that captures sections or parts of sensory input with the ability for each to be played back separately… (so when things like first kisses or fast races happen, you can play back each part, each feeling alone and let it all individually sink in to be enjoyed…the fear, the anticipation, the exhilarating jump of the heart…the flutters, the screams in lungs…)...
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TheOutback
I once kissed a boy…well more like he kissed me. Alright, we kissed each other. He had left my house after a party we just had, where I jumped off a roof in a dress onto his shoulders, mind you…anyway…and I heard a knocking at my window and I opened the blinds, half in my pajamas already and see him standing there. So I went outside and opened the door and he covered his eyes...
The Invention Series, Part One
Projector on a Necklace: Ready to play images of thoughts of who ever is wearing it…even the really strange, complicated, and occasionally inappropriate ones. But mostly, just the ones that can’t be put into words.
“Artists are the last magicians in the world…don’t stop the magic!”
– Dominick Martorellie, My Photography Professor. (Last professor quote of today, I swear.)
Current Artist Obsession: Andy Goldsworthy
“Sometimes art loses its magic because you are too busy dissecting it.”
– 3D Design/Sculptor Professor. (all my art professors today related art to magic.)
“They say I think in black and white. I do. I don’t even dream in color, I...”
– Intermediate Photo teacher (I like this guy)
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I will spend the rest of the evening contemplating life with my friend Ben and watching Breathless, to be continued tomorrow between dreaded classes as the new semester begins (we all hate it.)… Feel free to drop anything in...
TheOnlyPersonToEverTellMeAboutMyself
“You do have that characteristic, of having a child’s like view on things. I mean, you do and you don’t. You are far more intellectual and eloquent but you sometimes condense those words into simple figurative sentences. Which, for me, makes it a blast to read. I understand it as an ‘adult’ but at the same time it makes me remember what it was like when I was...
We sat as the sun seeped between the trees, begging us to look— the illuminated realms of the ways, all the ways it could be done…. But we sat there, instead…singing, singing and soaking up the sun.
ALongTimeAgoI k-n-e-w
Drawing I class teaches you to take away what you actually see and just look at shapes, lines…watch the object grow as you break it down on the page. What if we could look at people for who they were like that? …Stop seeing the stereo type…the crude actuality of vision and judgement…and see love— shapes of love, try to create a new image, a creative, individualized...
YourFaceIsNotJustAFace
“Because…” she said, “With you I can build cities and hear songs through filtered rays of sunlight and I don’t ever want to lose that.”
“I just want to get lost in the world again”
She said.
And he said —
“Maybe you need to be found instead”
And all at once,
Her heart was naked.
And there wasn’t much she could do
But cry.
SpentSomeTimeInMay.
“I’m just feeling around in the dark right now…” she said. ”And I’ll bump into something worth it soon, I know it— but until then I’m just learning…” she paused. ”Which sounds lame, but it settles my heart to knowing I’m mapping something out, even if I cant’ really see it yet.”
InTheWhispersOfOurBones
She kisses like someone in love
But she just wants someone to walk her home
“Not that I think the old way was boring, but to spend another two years with the...”
– Wayne Coyne, The Flaming Lips on their latest idea of releasing a song a month & recording the process. (Pumped)
TheStoneRoses
“What if my resolution was to leave everything for a silly dream?”
She tilted her head back, her mouth open…exhaling warm air that made a dreamy cloud above her cinnamon lips. Laughing, she drew him in with her methodical tucking — hair behind ear.
“I’d say it sounds about right.”
He touched his fingers to each of his pockets, looking for...
“You don’t always know what you like, but you know what you don’t...”
– Benjamin, who I think knows me better (or just things, better) than I do
IfeelStrange
I functioned at a level of sadness for a long while. Then all the sudden something peaceful fell in my lap and I was happy again. Right now, I don’t want to leave home. Right now, I feel sad, but I feel more sad because I remember functioning this way, and I remember doing it so often that suddenly, feeling sad feels normal, and feels like home. And this whole happiness thing just makes...
Circles.
When I first started this blog I would reblog photo’s or things I liked from the other blogs I followed, but eventually decided that they are already posting them and that maybe the world didn’t need another blog of pretty things, so I began just liking them and realizing they were there for me to see & anyone who actually visited my blog page and that I should start cranking out...
Listen
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3amRelease
So far twothousandandeleven feels like [getting off an airplane and being in a new time zone and getting to the hotel and not being able to sleep because at home, it is only four pm…and you’ve already texted anyone who cared to know you made it safely…and nothing on the menu looks good and you aren’t even sure if you are hungry. Tomorrow you’ve got a thing…but...
“Was it everything you hoped and dreamed? ” “I mean.. ” [happy new year]