Listening to California Gurls and E.T. at work right now.
So amped!!!
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
We just put our feet where they had to go
i've been thinking a lot and i realize that the reason why i always look back on J. with the most unique, wrenching gratitude and nostalgia and even a bit of yearning is because he was the only person who ever pursued me at my lowest point. the others started liking me before then--and they often stuck with me during the bad times--but J. was the only one who actually went after me in the thick of it. it's almost as if the melancholy drew him to me. the first time i ever watched Fight Club was with him at my bedside, and i didn't even mind that when he ate some of my salad, he chomped the lettuce so loudly.
once we walked through the night olives, the glow from the path lamps revealed our breaths. his nose was runny from the cold, and i saw the way it glistened--the transparent wateryness at his nostril and i wanted to reach over to dab at it gently with my gloved hand, the way i might have with little daniel: naturally, with a tenderness so absolute. a gesture that was genuine because it was automatic, without thought, only instinct.
i wondered if he was the one i could feel safe with. and then i realized that i had been vulnerable all along. openly so, and so easily--because he made it easy to be myself, to be honest about the hurt, that it was there and perhaps to stay.
once we walked through the night olives, the glow from the path lamps revealed our breaths. his nose was runny from the cold, and i saw the way it glistened--the transparent wateryness at his nostril and i wanted to reach over to dab at it gently with my gloved hand, the way i might have with little daniel: naturally, with a tenderness so absolute. a gesture that was genuine because it was automatic, without thought, only instinct.
i wondered if he was the one i could feel safe with. and then i realized that i had been vulnerable all along. openly so, and so easily--because he made it easy to be myself, to be honest about the hurt, that it was there and perhaps to stay.
Before/After
Celine: My grandmother, she was married to this man, and I always thought she had a very simple, uncomplicated love life. But she just confessed to me that she spent her whole life dreaming about another man she was always in love with. She just accepted her fate. It's so sad.
Jessie: I guarantee you, it was better that way. If she'd ever got to know him, I'm sure he would have disappointed her eventually.
Celine: How do you know? You don't know them.
Jesse: Yeah, I know, I know. It's just, people have these romantic projections they put on everything. That's not based on any kind of reality.
Jessie: I guarantee you, it was better that way. If she'd ever got to know him, I'm sure he would have disappointed her eventually.
Celine: How do you know? You don't know them.
Jesse: Yeah, I know, I know. It's just, people have these romantic projections they put on everything. That's not based on any kind of reality.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
New Year's Resolution #1
Stop ordering chicken with my lunch salad just for the sake of increasing protein intake. Despite my best and most heroic efforts to enjoy it, I have to stop myself from gagging with each chunk of bird consumed.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Never knew
it was possible to hate anyone so much. Everything about you is infuriating.
I dream and dream and dream
that you'll cease to exist.
I dream and dream and dream
that you'll cease to exist.
Friday, December 14, 2012
If we only wanted
to be happy, it would be easy; but we want to be happier than other people, which is almost always difficult, since we think them happier than they are.
--Charles de Montesquier
("My Life Should Look Better on Facebook," The Defining Decade)
--Charles de Montesquier
("My Life Should Look Better on Facebook," The Defining Decade)
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
And Tigger, too
Chloe's been in bed since 7:20pm and with Drew gone for the week, I've been spending the past few hours of Thanksgiving Eve watching Pocahontas and Winnie-the-Pooh. Right now it almost (almost) feels like a typical day from my pre-married, pre-mom life.
Friday, November 16, 2012
It is with some pride and sheepishness
that I announce my amazing ability to finish an entire bag of Goldfish crackers in one, sometimes two sittings.
Sally Singer, editor
"I'm not a writer, I'm an editor. I have always been an editor. I love pushing it just enough to take readers someplace they didn't know they were going. And I see patterns--in pictures, in text, in fashion, in everything. I see narratives everywhere."
David Sedaris on Dorothy Parker and humor
"Dorothy Parker is someone who I'd been led to believe was funny. But I find her really sad; her stories are just really sad. 'Big Blonde' is heartbreaking.
And I think people find her funny because humor needs to cling to something.
I used to go to these shows at Second City, and I would laugh and laugh and laugh, but then afterward I could never remember a single thing I had laughed about. I felt as if I'd had a really nice time, but I think humor needs some aspect of tragedy in order to be memorable. The funny things I remember all have a twinge of sorrow to them."
And I think people find her funny because humor needs to cling to something.
I used to go to these shows at Second City, and I would laugh and laugh and laugh, but then afterward I could never remember a single thing I had laughed about. I felt as if I'd had a really nice time, but I think humor needs some aspect of tragedy in order to be memorable. The funny things I remember all have a twinge of sorrow to them."
Thursday, October 25, 2012
In a past life
It's morning and while I watched the guys
across the street watch me get dressed I realized how long it's been
since I knew what color the Empire State Building was at night and how
it used to smell at 9am in Times Square all quiet and empty snow
underfoot and all those people I met at work eating pizza for lunch and
us just strangers wandering around Barnes and Nobles reading astrology
and laughing because we didn't know each other, never got to, but we
shared a time in this city that was now years ago and no matter how many
times the neighbors see me naked they won't ever know about that.
The best people
"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice.
Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."
--Ernest Hemmingway
Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."
--Ernest Hemmingway
Friday, October 19, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
You'll never be ready
"It's a terrible thing in life to wait until you're ready. There's no such thing as ready. There is only now and you may as well do it now."
- Hugh Laurie
- Hugh Laurie
Friday, September 7, 2012
"Nothing can compare
to when you roll the dice and swear your love's for me."
A list:
-pink fire escape
-orange desk on wheels
-musky smelling Olivetti typewriter
-three heavy ice cubes in a mug of coke
-beady pearls around a middle finger, 3 timid sprouting hairs
-questions like, "should I wax?" "why is 'Whatever' the worst reply?" "should i trust in Michael Jackson?" "what if the bear pillow gets soggy on the windowsill?" "will it rain?" "doesn't it always, one way or another?"
What then? And what of it.
A list:
-pink fire escape
-orange desk on wheels
-musky smelling Olivetti typewriter
-three heavy ice cubes in a mug of coke
-beady pearls around a middle finger, 3 timid sprouting hairs
-questions like, "should I wax?" "why is 'Whatever' the worst reply?" "should i trust in Michael Jackson?" "what if the bear pillow gets soggy on the windowsill?" "will it rain?" "doesn't it always, one way or another?"
What then? And what of it.
How it feels | On Heritage
It’s
like a child drawing five point stars on blue
construction paper and looking up at the sky knowing
it didn’t pinpoint its edges so meticulously but rather
bloomed into motion, pulling the universe taught against its edges.
That’s the foot, unbound in hot reality.
it didn’t pinpoint its edges so meticulously but rather
bloomed into motion, pulling the universe taught against its edges.
That’s the foot, unbound in hot reality.
Five
toes sprawl out toward every pitch of the earth
my heel presses like cheese up against the ball
skin peeling all over.
my heel presses like cheese up against the ball
skin peeling all over.
I
would not endure the pain of it;
not the pain of the foot, of the toes broken and fighting against
its own flesh. I could not bear the mother
whose feet are hidden in the silk of their erotic dream,
yet watches her daughter leave the earth as a woman
as a tree branching out, transcending, inhaling ice and feathers.
not the pain of the foot, of the toes broken and fighting against
its own flesh. I could not bear the mother
whose feet are hidden in the silk of their erotic dream,
yet watches her daughter leave the earth as a woman
as a tree branching out, transcending, inhaling ice and feathers.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
It'd be nice
to go on a retreat by myself.
Or to, I dunno, just be a normal 23 year old who has no commitments to anyone else. EVERYTHING IS ANNOYING.
Or to, I dunno, just be a normal 23 year old who has no commitments to anyone else. EVERYTHING IS ANNOYING.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams
If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
above shining trees, --
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing, softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades, --
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
above shining trees, --
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing, softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades, --
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Success vs. Significance
"Success is when you add value to yourself. Significance is when you add value to others."
- John Maxwell
- John Maxwell
Friday, July 13, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Comes down to this
"When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that."
– Margaret Atwood, Cats Eye
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Rulez r Rulez
“And so you go out with girl, and you’re driving. ‘So what are you reading right now?’ And all too often, ‘Well, I’m not much of a reader.’ WELL I’M NOT MUCH OF A DINNER BUYER. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.”
– Henry Rollins
– Henry Rollins
Friday, July 6, 2012
Most at peace
I am the most at peace when I'm with gramps. And although I know it may be a form of escape from everything else, from what my life must be like, from my responsibilities to go out there in the world,
deep down I really wish to just spend every day with him. 365 out of 365. Sitting in the back cabin together, taking walks, reading my books as he works on his Chinese calligraphy, doing figure-8 exercises as we watch TV, eating noodles and leftovers, singing Chinese folk songs, unbothered by anything, untethered.
deep down I really wish to just spend every day with him. 365 out of 365. Sitting in the back cabin together, taking walks, reading my books as he works on his Chinese calligraphy, doing figure-8 exercises as we watch TV, eating noodles and leftovers, singing Chinese folk songs, unbothered by anything, untethered.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Love, from Us
Jeff left for San Diego, but not before introducing me to tuna dan bing and snails on his last day. Ever since I can remember, he's always made me a more adventurous person, willing to try new things. One of what I was most looking forward to on this trip was hanging out with him. I know I am lucky because he's my big brother and he will always be a core part of my happiness, no matter what.
Love you, love you lots.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Love, Nick
"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known."
-F. Scott Fizgerald, The Great Gatsby
-F. Scott Fizgerald, The Great Gatsby
Jollyism
"Alice was always apprehensive of occasions when happiness was a prerequisite, birthdays, feast days, reunions or weddings. She had difficulty enjoying things when under pressure to do so... Nothing made her sadder than someone who kept reminding her how happy she had to be."
-Alain de Botton, The Romantic Movement
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Is this the case
"[Bathsheba's] emblazoned fault was to be too pronounced in her objections, and not sufficiently overt in her likings. We learn that it is not the rays which bodies absorb, but those which they reject, that give them the colours they are known by; and in the same way people are specialized by their dislikes and antagonisms, whilst their goodwill is looked upon as no attribute at all."
-Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
Far From the Madding Crowd
"What a way Oak had, she thought, of enduring things. Boldwood, who seemed so much deeper and higher and stronger in feeling than Gabriel, had not yet learnt, any more than she herself, the simple lesson which Oak showed a mastery of by every turn and look he gave -- that among the multitude of interests by which he was surrounded, those which affected his personal well-being were not the most absorbing and important in his eyes. Oak meditatively looked upon the horizon of circumstances without any special regard to his own standpoint in the midst."
-Thomas Hardy
-Thomas Hardy
Monday, June 18, 2012
Ann, the discriminating cheeseball
Ann, while reading Love Story: "This is so cheesy."
Me: "That's why I gave it to you."
"There's good cheesy and there's bad cheesy. This is bad cheesy."
"I thought you were an indiscriminating cheeseball."
"I'm a discriminating cheeseball."
Me: "That's why I gave it to you."
"There's good cheesy and there's bad cheesy. This is bad cheesy."
"I thought you were an indiscriminating cheeseball."
"I'm a discriminating cheeseball."
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Kama Sutra cover design process
Really enjoy the cover of the Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition of the Kama Sutra. It's tastefully daring. And the design process is quite intriguing.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
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