Monday, November 29, 2010

thanksgiving apropos.

happy kate'sgiving.

it includes: chips & queso, shrimp, side dishes as stars of the meal, the shaving of the walk, smashing 'the brain' pumpkin, roof climbing, winning a variety of jack daniel's merchandise at lost ogle trivia, seeing everyone from high school at speakeasy and ending with pie.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


I wanted to be a rain salesman,
carrying my satchel full of rain from door to door
selling thunder, selling the way air feels after a downpour,
but there were no openings in the rain department,
and so they left me dying behind this desk -- adding bleeps
subtracting chunks -- and I would give a bowl of wild blossoms,
some rain, and two shakes of my fist at the sky to be living.
(John Engman, Work).

my own office. appointments. meetings. schedule. heels that click. suit that fits. hard work. money. morning coffee. sharp. success. capability.

waves. weekends. tacos. sand. bikini. sunflower bouquets. barefeet. stretching. farmer's markets.

city. public transportation. crappy apartment above a thai food restaurant. disco naps. silly secretary job you can make just enough to scrape by with. light up dance floors. loud music. bright red lipstick.

back to school. learning. loans. cross-legged reading on a bed in an oversized university t-shirt. nighttime coffee. binge eating cheez-its. future plans. future anxiety.

five hippie, happy kids bouncing on couch cushions. fall leaf piles. a golden retriever. breakfast around a huge kitchen table. housing mortgage. paper hearts. popcorn ball recipes. goodbye freedom.

a writer.

change the world.

jet set. passport. bloody mary's in airport bars. chic bangs. art museums. all white apartment. sushi. happy hour. magazine articles and reviews.

scholarly. quiet. campus. preservation. pursuit. frozen in time. mothballs. bookshelves, butterfly collections, black and white movies. travel grants. research grants. published. walk to work down tree-lined paths. ivory tower.

oklahoma city thunder. the room with the wood floors. banging out the door for a run or spin class. waitress. cold pizza. wine. boredom. anxious. indecision. in love. a four week countdown to South America. and incapable of seeing anything past that.
(life, just fall into my lap).

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


"...but now her smile was fragmentary, it clung to her lips like cake crumbs."
(Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's).

Friday, November 12, 2010

san pellegrino, wedge pizza, almond joys.

Please bear with me, I want to recommit myself to this blog and write, write, write, write, write, write. and write.

(Kick in the pants to write more inspired by reading Mary Karr's Lit - which my boyfriend bought me at one of the best bookstores in the world, Square Books, in Oxford, Mississippi).

(Though I can guarantee I won't ever get sick of posting my beloved Sartorialist pictures).

Sunday, November 7, 2010

oxford, ms.

i think that i still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop
with the front yellow and pink in the evening...
like a light in the midst of darkness.

(vincent van gogh).

Thursday, November 4, 2010

what would we be without wishful thinking.

I'm obsessed with M. Sasek travel book illustrations.
And pretty much everything else Kate Spade draws inspiration from.

Wilco's entire Ghost Is Born album.
The White Stripes, Ugly As I Seem
The National, Mr. November

I wish I had something insightful to say about the recent elections. But I don't.
It depresses me to think about how much government has the ability to get done and just doesn't. And that goes for both parties.