Thursday, December 3, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
A boy I went to school with was photographed for by the Sartorialist. And as indicated by the comments section his outfit is pretty polarizing.
For me I always loved that Jesse experimented with the mainstream and margins of fashion. This outfit doesn't really do him justice, but I'm glad Mr. Schuman spotted him anyways. I don't think there is any denying the boy has got style.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
The art of losing isn't hard to master
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied, it's evident
The art of losing isn't too hard to master
Though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
I've been seeing a lot of Pedro and Penelope on the blogs cause they are out promoting their newest movie, Broken Embraces. While I'm totally bummed that we have to wait till November (December if you don't live in NY or LA), I've been busy re-watching his older ones. And agreeing with this quote:
"Cinema can fill in the empty spaces of your life and your loneliness."
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I've been trying to keep up on the Sonia Sotomayor hearings. And though they lack some drama, this really upset me:
“You’d have lots of ’splaining to do,” Senator Coburn replied, to a hypothetical situation Sotomayor raised over gun rights.
Seriously? I know he was trying to invoke Desi Arnaz, and be humorous, but it is still incredibly condescending. Why isn't an elected official held to a higher standard? It's racist.
Also: This cover is...a nightmare. Since hispanics aren't stereotypically wise, what other minority can we portray her as?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
"Certain motherfuckers think they can fuck with my shit, but you can't kill the Rooster. You might can fuck him up some times, but, bitch, nobody kills the motherfucking Rooster. You know what I'm saying?"
--David Sedaris, or more like his brother Paul
Dress your Family in Corduroy and Denim
I understand its been a while.
I was home visiting the family. A list of things in no particular order
Things I enjoyed:
+seeing them after almost 2 years
+my Aunt Peggy's sunny disposition
+my sister being happy with her new boyfriend
+my dad telling me I'd get the jetta (WOO!)
+my new haircut:
I asked for 50's James Dean and I think this reference somehow morphed into 90's Zach Morris. Not that I'm complaining just not what I ordered. I think I'll keep it for a while.
And in an effort to keep this blog positive, I have only one suggestion: If I send you a text with a question, please respond to it. A call is fine too.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Today at work Ellen (my boss (who is awesome on another side note)) told me she had cancer. I had suspected it for a while, but it is still sad. It's odd though, being sick with cancer, or another disease has this very confessional aspect involved with it.
The way she was talking to me about being ill, was sort of like the way someone comes out. And I don't know if there's a catharsis for her in telling people like there is when you finally say "I'm gay" but I do think the manner in which you have to tell people is similar. The disclosure is the most important part of both processes.
Does someone dread it? Enjoy it? Not care about it? If you don't seem sick do you tell people? And how does finally saying "it" change the way you feel about everything?
(I also don't know why, but this Eakins painting came to my mind just now, and pictures make things more interesting).
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Rachel is a trooper, and probably one of my strongest friends. But that's for a different post.
More importantly she is a key ingredient to her group of friends' blog (I apologize for the food pun I know they are the lowest form of comedy): FOOD ATHLETES
It's funny, has good pictures, and Rachel figures greatly.
Eat, try, love.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Stop it. I know I hate when people do the "I'm TOTALLY a Carrie." That said I'm probably a Miranda (with some of Charlotte's neediness added in for good measure), and so I must quote:
"He doesn't even know me. The least he could do is wait to get to know me before he rejects me."
I'm ashamed that this quote has so much personal resonance for me right now, but I'm working on it.
I'm ready to be these old mexicans.
"It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak up and remove all doubt."
Not that anyone would have thought he was fool, but still. Remember, to be silent, it will probably help you in the long run.
Side Note: Is it weird that I think he's sort of handsome? I actually think he has very kind eyes.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I read Sara's blog, and damn, it was delightful. She actually stopped writing in it over a year ago, and such a shame, cause she was so great at it.
Anyways a list of things that are making me happy:
+good fun stories from shannon
+finding a trader joe's by my house
+going home next week to see my family
+my internship (surprisingly)
+the titian, tintoretto, veronese exhibit
Well I got back the phone, and the card has been cancelled and they are sending me the new one. I guess we all make poor decisions, and responsibility isn't about avoiding them but dealing with them when they come up.
I got taken out for dinner, and it was really nice. Dad was right: "Sometimes its easier to love a rich man than a poor man."
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The ads might be temporary, I'm just doing this for me, but what if someone stumbles upon this, and wants to know more about earning a college degree online. Aren't I offering a necessary service?
Still I can't help but feel like I'm ruining the intimacy of having it be just me, myself and my ideas. And the imagined solidarity a reader might feel too when reading.
"There should be at least a room, or some corner where no one will find you and disturb you or notice you. You should be able to untether yourself from the word and set yourself free, loosing all the fine strings and strands of tension that bind you, by sight, by sound, by thought, to the presence of others."
I blog because I have a nagging sense of self-importance. Then again my entire generation does between blogs, facebook, twitter, and the myriad of other social networking sites available to us, we are probably the most self-aware (read self-obsessed) generation yet to come.
Thomas Merton, though part of the patriarchy, was right. I need to find a place to be with me.
I hope one day she is famous.
say you love someone, just say
you love someone and holding their hand
or rubbing your thumb over their hipbone is all
you can think about during the week
you punch a clock 9 to 5 and there they are 1200 miles
away with your clumsy thumb
wearing that hipbone down, just say
you love someone and that hipbone
is all you have to help you through the day
the idea of their hipbone is just enough
in your mind you've whittled it down
because your heart got too hurt and the slow
touch of that bone was all that's left like a rut
where a truck tire stayed
spinning, not the way a buck makes his mark, something more
sloppy, but at least it didn't slide downhill, at least
it held steady, maybe as steady as a hipbone, maybe
long enough for the tread to meet what it needed to
get out at just the right moment, just say
you love someone and you know that
it's best to give that hipbone up sometimes
the idea of that hipbone and all the wearing down
you can't do because 1200 miles
is what really holds that hipbone
Friday, June 26, 2009
"I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister."
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I know going to a liberal arts college I should have more respect for her but the truth is her writing just doesn't resonate with me. That said, what an incredible play/film.
Who isn't afraid of living a life without false illusions?