rejuice and sing!

Joy to the world the interns come!
She's brought me Diet Sunkist;
Let every sip prepare me with,
The strength to dance and sing,
The strength to dance and sing,
And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing...

[In other words -- thanks Allison, who embodies her surname: Kind]

letters to boys, part two

Letter taped into my diario beneath the entry dated 3-1-1990

To Jason

I wrote this to you when we where in the 5th grade I hope when you are at my house someday I hope soon and were better friends I will show it to you. If you find it some how without me and we are not good friends just disregard anything that has been said.

Thank for your trouble

See ya' soon

bye!!

circulatory spelling bee

Sew left foot -- really? You wuz just WAYYY more sleepy than we anticipated 'pon standing.

Like we thought you wuz...

When rully you wuz...

But HO MY are we glad you wuzznt...

take a walk on the genocide

Thoughts of genocide on my walk to work this morning. Not about genocide-genocide, but about zhee word itself, which is beautiful. Here are some other beautiful words for not so terrible things.

And a list inspired by a list...

Words I'd dew:

Esoteric
Cadence
Opaque
Catharsis
Pluvial
Sprinkle (!)

what i did to the dog, part two

spirit fingers!!

"Freedom is the ability to have or not have what you want without it closing your heart"

anatomy of a procrasty nation

Accidentally misjudged time in the opposite direction today -- a confused snooze-button episode gifted me several extra minutes and no good excuse not to leave the apartment at 8:35. Noples.

Literal coat is on, literal keys are in hand. But. Then. There's...refrigerator-magnet staring? Lip-syncing? Writing about it?For what good reason?

Every day I leave this apartment at 9:09-ish -- far beyond the desired (by my employer) arrival time. There's no excuse. No traffic jams or public transportation struggles. The walk takes approximately thirteen minutes. The flagrant coffee stop pushes things back a bit but seriously (self) -- CAMMAN.

Phew. 9:09 -- time to go!

what i did to the dog, part one

"Justin on Charlie's Bed"

1991

aspartaming the shrew

Number of Diet Orange Sunkists consumed (let's be honest, so far) today:

(sib)lovin'

Emo and Estee in 2007... Joshie and me in 1982

mixie moes

Responses to the following email
sent to friends 11/15/07






Subject: say someone makes you a mix of carefully selected music songs...

and you really like it and you're into the songs but maybe you're not comfortable talking about music like some people are so then how do you respond to them so they know you like it a lot?

aparna : you say "you are a gem in a world of coal mines"

karin: tell him you like it.

james: I think you just did. If they aren't satisfied you're happy that would be their issue. Besides I am sure you can roll with whatever they say and have it be fluid and beautiful

shlee: Just tell them exactly what you told me - totally love the songs, the presentation is adorable, and if they start talking to you more about the music, just nod your head and say "yeah" - i think if you don't engage in conversation when they go into detail, then they'll get the picture - or if they are nice, they'll explain to you what they are talking about.

daniel:

I just thought of a good way of responding so that he knows you like it. a lot.

how about sleeping with him?

tanya: You say thank you and you give a few sincere reasons why. "Wow. I loved the mix. I haven't been given a mix in so long and the ones you chose made me feel X. [insert other reasons why you loved, doesn't have to showcase your meager knowledge / philosophical musical musing]. Thank you."

char: who's not comfortable talking about music? don't we talk about music all the time?

spirit fingers!!

"People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them"

-Ralph WE

brand new jam: oct/nov 2007

Pilot G-2 Mini Pens
Course Salt
Peter Pauper Press Dogtown Journal ("let the whimsical and waggish dogs adorning this journal cover inspire you to fill these pages with wise and witty wonderings")
Decaf Americanos
The Big Book
Yellow Squash
P-Ho
Making The Bed
Photos of Emo and Estee
Capitalizing
Honey Crisp Apples
Hand-Sewing aka Mending
Moving to New York
Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash
www.goodnewsblog.com
Freeman Massive Moisture 3 Minute Conditioner
"Outstanding"
Black Cable Knit Leggings
Cold Laminating

TITTY'S TWO EIGHT: The Birthday Potpourri Program Project Edition, A Tribute

i love you tittles.

sleepy in seattle

Shots captured inside favorite day of foray into pacific standard time...

niecehilism

Esther: Hilly do you love anybody?
Me: Yes
E: Do you love Joshie?
H: Yes
E: Do you love Hilly?
H: Yes
E: Hilly do you love anybody your age?
H: Yes...Estee, do you love anybody?
E: Hilly do you love anybody who's your age?
H: Who's my age?
E: Yesss
H: Yes...Estee, who do you love?
E: Umm...nussing
H: Nothing?
E: Nussing

letters to boys, part one

Taped into my diary beneath the entry dated 3-16-1989

Dear Rob,

I really like you infact I love you. It's really ironic that the song thats playing right now is I'll be loving your forever, wate the next song is I'll be there for you, will you? I shore hope so Whell have a great summer !? hope i see you

love hilly.

train-ing pants

Mother Seated Behind Me on Metro to Child Seated Behind Me on Metro (who is succumbing to stentorian fits of laughter or tears or tuberculosis):

"JUSS ACK RIGHT"

a halloween me-peat? (spooky!)

Me, myself 1985

Estee, my niece 2007

spirit fingers!!

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
that word is love." -Sophocles