It was a week ago today that I was in the ski accident. The ski accident where I lost control. Couldn't gain control. The ski accident where I hit a tree. With my face. Whiplash. Lost consciousness. Blood everywhere. The ski accident when I broke my nose and cheekbone and bit through my lip. The… Continue reading I want to be here.
Category: wull dammit.
get uncomfy.
not much time to talk... unless by, "talking", you mean, "let's cuddle in bed... whilst watching re-runs of 30 Rock... whilst rapidly falling asleep"... then, yes, let's talk. a handful of exciting things... an illustration of mine published to a fashion magazine's blahg. awesome article, christy! xxo. <--click, click, boom. the other day, whilst riding… Continue reading get uncomfy.
The Demoralizers.
The title is in capitals... that's how you know this is serious... Demoralizer #1: Baking. I love ginger cookies... like, a lot. And Char Davis [no blahg link... she's cooler than the internet] makes the best chewy ginger cookie I've ever had. So, in a fit of self-betterment, I decided I wanted to be more… Continue reading The Demoralizers.
go and enjoy yourself.
So much snow and sickness for a week or so made cabin fever inevitable. It was time to get out. Get to Salt Lake, see fresh faces of friends I haven't seen in so long. Friends from different walks of life at different times, living in one city... and they all became friends! A circle… Continue reading go and enjoy yourself.
ah-mazing/slightly depressing things.
Well, as the title promises, I must show you these ah-mazing/slightly depressing [with a sprankle of morbidity] things. The first is something I found on my incredible friend, Lisa's Facebook. I don't know how I missed this before now. It was posted in 2007 and it's in an album called, "How I Will Die." Ummmmmm.......… Continue reading ah-mazing/slightly depressing things.
not thinking.
I just have to say. Sometimes there are those films, those books, those songs [even] that you just cannot get out of your head. They flush themselves to the front of your face so that you feel that anyone who's looking at you is seeing the disturbance seep out of your eyes, everything you say… Continue reading not thinking.
sparklers.
[first off: realized the link to the song in the previous post wasn't working... fixed it... click away... trust me.] Woke up yesterday with a lot of work to do. Decided I wouldn't stare at my computer in my pajamas and slowly wake up. Decided I'd wake early, get dressed, make an ungodly amount of… Continue reading sparklers.
spinning.
A while ago, a friend used the term "spinning my wheels in Jackson" and I thought, Oh man, I will never just spin my wheels... I will be doing something. DOING. But lately, that phrase has been haunting me. Am I just spinning my wheels? I'm not even blahgging. I'm doing mediocre work at almost… Continue reading spinning.
valid.
I saw Valentino Achak Deng speak almost a week ago in Jackson. He is an amazing man. A man who, as a boy... such a young boy, suffered though the turmoil of the Second Sudanese Civil War: being seperated from his family, no food, no water, death around him, death before him. Deng came to… Continue reading valid.
i just can’t stop.
[disclaimer: don't know how this will go... no promises on anything being conveyed in an understandable manner.] Last night sucked. I found out around 5:30pm [while making a preemptive coffee with friends/employers] that I did not get THE job. The job I could taste. The job... I was perfect for / had been dreaming about… Continue reading i just can’t stop.
i don’t want your body.
Wake up. Exhausted. Why? Because I stayed up so late preparing for this. Open the studio. Issssdark! Scramble. Plug things in, flip switches. Panic a bit. Take a drink of tea. BURN TONGUE! Go to play Phantogram. Computer not working. [son of bitch.] Things get working. Things get better. I start breathing. I start dancing.… Continue reading i don’t want your body.
to feel real.
Trying on pretty dress after pretty dress, I smiled with forgotten contentment at myself in the Anthropologie dressing room. The time alone had to be stolen and was danced in... until I saw something written [in tiny print] on the dressing room wall... "Because I still press on the ceiling of the car when it… Continue reading to feel real.
be hope.
Hey American Friends... How's it going? I hope you're paying attention... because there's a lot going on... Tomorrow, President Obama is giving his State of the Union Address. I'm sure you've heard about this and I hope you intend on watching. A lot of talk about our economy. Where are the jobs? And then Health… Continue reading be hope.