Before we Instagrammed, we texted a ton. Before that, we blogged. And before that, we wrote in our journals. My notebooks admittedly started as prayer—or "quiet time"—journals. It's so interesting to see what I prayed for. What I asked for. How I talked about God and myself. Then they quickly moved to wine-fueled scramblings about… Continue reading new chapter? hell, a whole new book.
brightness. back with me.
The weeks have been bright. There was pulling off the surprise for the best party for my best friend with her best friends: Then there was a perfect Missoula trip for work: One of the nights in Missoula, I ended a wine/inspiration/gossip-fueled dinner at one of my favorite restaurants with a colleague and decided I… Continue reading brightness. back with me.
I totally got called out by a friend at work the other day. After biking to work, I bounced in the door wearing my buffalo plaid jacket and my scarf and my boots, smiling and excited for coffee. My friend looked at me and said, – You love fall, don't you? Look at you! You… Continue reading fall, y’all.
Tonight felt so much like what this used to feel like. Evan is gone. Backpacking. And this feels alone like I used to be. Alone. Staying up late, working on projects, drinking wine, listening to this: This whole album. And flipping through an old friend of a book, trying to help a commenter who got… Continue reading frictioning geometry.
my little ribs around you.
where the smoke from a chimney ended.
Two things I very much want to share. The first is this: What 20-Somethings Want "You want to find someone who will pick you up from the airport. It’s such a kind gesture but also one you would expect from someone who loved you a reasonable amount. The thought of having to wait for a… Continue reading where the smoke from a chimney ended.
felt so close to the me.
Snow has covered everything... making everything seem fresh, new. Exhaustion exudes from me, but there is so much to share. Here are some selects before my bed wins her game of seduction... //love this cover. //obsessed with these insides. http://en.blogotheque.net/2011/02/04/stars-en/ //felt so close to the me of another time. http://fashionista.com/2011/12/see-the-full-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo-for-hm-collection/ //been spending a lot of… Continue reading felt so close to the me.
that is all.
alive, alone, not lonely.
It's April Fool's. I got nothin'. Sorry. I had this elaborate plan to convince the doctor at my routine check-up this morning that I was a hermaphrodite, but I chickened out... and she would've figured out soon enough... it was a ladydoctor appointment. [TMI? mehdunno.] After my appointment I disappeared to a small coffee shop… Continue reading alive, alone, not lonely.
that whole reading/reader situation.
My dear Dabney sent this to me today: http://thebookspy.blogspot.com/ I love it. The site documents what people spotted in subways are reading and give projections about that whole reading/reader situation happening. It kinda made me miss Australia; where I rode a train constantly and always had a book in hand. [or at least bag.] And… Continue reading that whole reading/reader situation.
like slow ferris wheels.
[just some things i very much love for your midmorning.] [designs for good music.] [a song.] [be a kid again.] [jonathan.] [coffee.] [billy.] These days every morning begins like a joke you think you have heard before, but there is no one telling it whom you can stop. One day it's about a cow who… Continue reading like slow ferris wheels.
kept and kept.
Finding myself in everything. Myself. Wow. Am I self-involved? Narcissistic? Probably. I guess. No. Please, no. Probably. - Your blog is very personal. - Yeah, I guess it is... I don't know what else I would write about. Is it a sign of uneducatedness to only write about myself? [or is the give-away the word… Continue reading kept and kept.
got hit by a bus.
When I was in college [oh, so, so long ago], my group of friends had a discussion about... "The One"... If there was that one person out there that could understand you, love you like no other. I admit that, at the time, I was very adamant about believing that my one true love was… Continue reading got hit by a bus.
pull their shoulders back.
New obsession with this one: [song more attractive than lead singer.] I think we should all run around in the warmth of the sun and dance to this... preferably in the ocean... preferably now... Somersaulting into some new go-tos these days, slowly but powerfully. The lips that press back. New Go-To: [you've heard me speak… Continue reading pull their shoulders back.
ride into the sunset.
Things I'm obsessed with right now... A friend with near flawless musical taste shared this: http://familymoons.com/public/?q=node/200 and now I am addicted. Like, srrrrsly. One of my favorite artists: http://www.misprintedtype.com put up some new stuff. I larve it... The coolest pop-up book I have ever seen... Oh, and my love, Lindsey, has a new website that… Continue reading ride into the sunset.
Moving a mile a minute, but life is so beautiful. Trying to come up for air to see/wave at the beautifuls in my world. To smile and encourage and ask to be bold. Must run off to the next job, but here are two things from two of my favorites that I am ecstatic about...… Continue reading beautifuls.
a testing of waters.
today. TODAY! [oh, today.] My favorite favorite book of all time [thus far] keeps coming back into my life as of late... Today, flipping through, a passage stuck out that made think... "Because secrets do not increase in value if kept in a gore-ian lockbox, because one's past is either made useful or else mutates… Continue reading a testing of waters.
Every once in a while a friend truly wows you with their talent. I can't get over how much I love Lindsey's work. Check it out: http://www.lindseyyankey.wordpress.com A lot of her work was inspired by The Little Prince. This passage [well, and other excerpts coupled with it] once made me cry... [love it.] My friend,… Continue reading [love it.]
come dance wiv me.
Every morning, I take advantage of the fact that Bink¹ takes a while to get moving in the morning; she's quite the sleepy head. I sit her in her high-chair and make coffee, while she plays with whatever kitchen appliance I put on her little table. I stand and make coffee and read a poem… Continue reading come dance wiv me.
one more thing, momma…
I told myself over and over... I think I even wrote it down... somewhere. "Rach, don't forget [again] to write out that Billy Collins poem this year for Mother's Day." Dahhhh.... Hope you enjoy, Momma. [and everybody.] The Lanyard - Billy Collins The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this… Continue reading one more thing, momma…