Ever since I read Theme Magazine’s issue on collecting I’ve wanted to start investing in art that we love. The first real opportunity is coming up because the urban art gallery we’re holding our wedding party at is offering us a super phatty deal to buy art. I suppose somewhere in the drunken stupor of the night, we’ll manage to sneak a moment to soak it all in and confer with each other on which pieces we thought were something we’d want to take home with us. Something to celebrate and remember a special day in our lives.
In the meantime, we’re planning to buy this awesome print of our beloved Yosemite from 3 Fish Studios in SF. Such intricate details. Thinking of framing it in the bluest of blues matting.
Some time ago, I grew tired of keeping up with the joneses of social media and blogging and inter-networking just so I could download everyone’s info into my brain. It’s hard to be your original self with all your feelers numbed by the content continuum that ranges from self-indulgent insecurity to re-blogging and pasting until no one knows what is real anymore. This would be one of those observations that has no point except to say that I’m searching for that inspired place again.
my belly is full from a homecooked meal by my valentine. and now we’re off to fenton’s for some more gluttony.
i think the charmed life is making a return.
muhaha!
found here.
snippets of new york
time surely does fly when you’re having fun.
The Long Way Home - Norah Jones
Well I stumbled in the darkness
I’m lost and alone
Though I said I’d go before us
And show the way back home
Is there a light up ahead
I can’t hold onto very long
Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home
Money’s just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a handful of lightening
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I’d never do it again
And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home
I put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I’d trade it all tomorrow
For The highway instead
Watch your back if I should tell you
Loves the only thing I’ve ever known
One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way home
You know I love you baby
More than the whole wide world
I’m your woman
You know you are my pearl
Let’s go out past the party lights
We can finally be alone
Come with me and we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
life has been catching up with me lately.
things that i appreciate these days: luna sitting on my lap (i don’t think she quite understood it before), having a job, putting on mascara, heidi swanson’s recipes (i heart you heidi), joe’s telepathic music selections (uncanny really), my new high-tech patagonia fleece jacket (thanks joe), marveling at how fast my succulents are growing, salvaging pyrex from thrift stores (and prompt research afterwards), reducing my usage of !exclamation points! in emails (fake enthusiasm is unbecoming), and increasing my usage of parentheticals in my writing.
oh and i’m also turning 30 in ten days. which means that i have to renew my driver’s license. drat.
whoa, stumbled upon this in my macbook thesaurus. time to stop using ‘utilize’, ‘indicate’, ‘presently’ unless i want to sound like a pompous asshole. who are you DFW and how did you become so wise???
utilizeThis is a puff-word. Since it does nothing that good old use doesn’t do, its extra letters and syllables don’t make a writer seem smarter. Rather, usingutilize makes you seem like either a pompous twit or someone so insecure that he’ll use pointlessly big words in an attempt to look smart. The same is true for the noun utilization, for vehicle as used for car, for residence as used for home, for indicate as used for say, for presently, at present, at this time,and at the present time as used for now, and so on. What’s worth remembering about puff-words is something that good writing teachers spend a lot of time drumming into undergrads: “Formal writing” does not mean gratuitously fancy writing; it means clean, clear, maximally considerate writing.— DFW
i’m back today. we went away this weekend and spent lazy days by the beach and ate a lot of donuts. it reinforced my daydreams of secretly moving to a little town so that i can swim in the ocean at night and work at a factory making widgets during the day. i think as i grow older, i constantly desire a means to refine and simplify. it’s like i tangled myself up in life moving full speed ahead, and now i want to get myself out of the mess. to learn how to pause + think + pause again. oh saturn’s return, you’ve been too much for me at times. but tomorrow, i go wine-ing with my sister who’s coming to visit, so for now, i’ll put all these thoughts to rest.
half of my day is spent trying to figure out how i’m going to survive here and the other half is spent on figuring how i can get away.
i have recurring daydreams about escaping sf.
. tic tac .
