The weird games we played when we were little kids that absolutely must reveal some deep-seeded suppressed problem about our psyche later in life: I used to be the jungle caregiver/research scientist to two sloths named Sloth Coco (Meg) and Sloth Nilla (Casey). Turns out, such things exist!
Monday, May 17, 2010
i found this hilarious and so true. but this may only be because i've read and loved Anna Karenina and am, to this day, terrified of freak dancing.
There’s a section in Anna Karenina which describes a landowner observing some peasants whooping with joy. The landowner is envious of their fun but knows that he can’t join in. Watching the peasants he feels “a heavy feeling of anguish at his loneliness, his bodily idleness, his hostility to this world.”
Naturally, this scene could apply to a lot of situations in which a person feels alienated from an ecstatic group. On my account, here is the memory that emerged while reading: a vision of high school dances in which everyone vigorously freak-danced while I, who did not know how to freak-dance, watched with aching desire from the sidelines, found excuses to go to the bathroom, and played Snake on my phone.
Via MagicMolly which is genius.
Coffee with Beth.
Buy postage stamps and paper clips for office.
Make/Save enough money to go to Costa Rica or Bangladesh in two months.
Return library books.
Write 10,000 words.
Run three miles.
Hulu Modern Family & 30 Rock while house sitting.
...I wonder if Obama has a similar formula?
Friday, May 14, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
look at your style i ain't really got nothin' on/and you wild when you ain't got nothing on/baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes.
I love this picture. Via The Sartorialist, of course.
Beautiful is being interesting, comfortable in your own skin and visibly happy.
Sometimes we all need a reminder (before we become relative Heidi Montag equivalents) - and that's what I get out of this picture. Really, all of his pictures.
I made this blackberry cobbler for Mother's Day! Maybe ate most of it myself...
I am always coming up with outfits in my head so this site is brilliant!
Picasso's on Paseo for wine. Pachinko Parlor for the Teddy Roosevelt roll. Alliteration.
In the midst of reading War & Peace, I got stuck on the Chelsea Handler memoirs. She's no David Sedaris, but somehow I can't put them down. Confusing Russian names just pale in comparison at the moment.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Goodness gracious I love this picture.
(And this entire wedding).
I think this might be my summer inspiration: curly blond hair, bare arms, be outside, eat potato chips, attend weddings.
Plus, it just reminds me of the beauties of childhood.
Especially appropriate on Mother's Day:
My Mom let me and Meg and Casey run wild and for that I am eternally grateful. It is everything I am today.
Like Like The The The Death, Silver Jews.
Jungleland, Bruce Springsteen.
p.s. This is cute.