new book, 10 bones:

it's great because there are pictures? from the 60s?

new shoes, price irrelevant (ahem):

they're great because they are brown leather perforated oxfords. yeah.

i promise the next post will be about some crafty crafts.

i really need to go to memphis

THESE ARE SO GREAT.

Shin Murayama. Maybe you've seen?
So what have I been doing with my summer?

does learning about one and a half guitar chords and watching weeds count for anything?

i am fat man's personality on a thin man. or vice versa.

what is worse than having no money?
ironing your dad's shirts for one and a half hours and having only three dollars.
this is what is meant by dehumanizing labor.
i applied at every area barnes and noble and every local library, but like, this recession is for real?

does unemployment give me an excuse to loaf on my couch watching info-mercials and drinking lemonade?

you should have put him in custardy

Maybe you've seen this already.
But if you haven't, you need to see this.


I mean, this is Jim with a beard.
Jim Halpert.
With facial hair.
I mean, can this get more insane?

world market is like a convenient store and a baby borders combined

soundtrack for today:

started off the day glueing feathers and paper boxes to headbands, then i drank smoothies, and ended the day at a picnic in the park. apparently i am the only one who thought a plaid dress, lace-up leather sandals, and big wooden earrings would be appropriate for a summer day? i need new friends.

granola

hhmmm, i just heard about danger mouse and sparklehorse's new album, dark night of the soul, which features the like of James Merce, Scott Spillane, and....David Lynch! banana fana fo fana!
but, apparently the music will never be officially released? "For legal reasons, enclosed CD-R contains no music. Use it as you will." very mysterious. fortunately, i have been able to listen to it all on npr.



also fortunately, and also mysteriously, i found a funny little blog on my favorites that i did not know was there! surprise! and from this little bloggy i borrowed the above mind boggler.

scraping bubblegum off the window panes

Why has it been so long, good gracious, since I have visited this blog? I have no excuse. Please accept this photo as my apology.



The other day I began making a list of all of the things I am going to do over the summer. Let me tell you, it will be no small task to complete this list. Here is a little snipet of the masterplan:

• find a t-shirt with Kurt Vonnegut's face on it. make it. buy it. steal it. by any means necessary, get this shirt
• actually learn how to play my guitar
• read on the road again, on the road
• make daily use of my typewriter

And many other things. Also, I promise to maintain this blog more responsibly than I have in the past. Promise.

That is me. The short one.

Sometimes when I open a tea bag, I find little sayings printed on the paper leaf. Today, my tea bag said:

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
Dorothy Parker
1893-1967

what, you say, are those little rhinestones in that hair?

my friend, i believe so, and i sort of wish i could be one of those rhinestones.

Lately I have been so sleepy that I have been going to bed at ten thirty and sleeping very late in the morning. I think it has something to do with my new haircut.

we're going to a party.

Hey hey hey chickadees. So lately I have been kinda apathetic. Maybe tomorrow, being my birthday and all, will be better. But somehow I am thinking not. I would not object to a german chocolate cake. Also, I would not object to these:

or these:

Oh, and some quality time with Emile:

Mmmmkay thanks.

methinks it a token of healthy characteristics, when women of high thoughts love to crochet

So the Etsy shop is now up and running. The Second Fiddle is my sister and I's little place for selling our very cozy, very pretty crocheted wear. Everyone should come and buy something!

a time they'd never forget (if only they could remember)

Spent the last week sleeping on a dear friend Kara's couch. Her cat would climb up on the couch behind my head and intentionally ram me. Last night we watched Dazed and Confused, which only served to further convince me that I am in the wrong decade. We had a Juno watching party, at which we wore lumberjack shirts. And I ate more cake, pie, and cookies than I have in my entire life put together. Tomorrow I have to sell snacks at a benefit concert. If I can get a ride. Maybe I will get a wood-panelled station wagon for my birthday. Let's hope so.

you know, i just think that this is ridiculous

I have not been around in a while, dearies. I have been filling out applications for summer programs and reading up on reconstruction. Also, I have been crocheting like a fiend. Also, preparing to start up my etsy shop. Also, a million other things.

please stop talking like a civil war text book. please.

Spent the remainder of Christmas money on: Noble Beast, a collection of Emerson Essays and Poems, banana spring rolls. I spent over an hour at Barnes and Noble, because they started playing the Fleet Foxes album (beginning to finish) and I had to stay and listen to the whole thing, obviously. Not that I hadn't already listened to it twice that day. And do you know what else I did this weekend, my lovelies? I clean house, I bake brownies, I watch My Cousin Vinny twice in a row, because I sort of secretly wish I was Mona Lisa Vito. Also, because I am silly. Maybe if I put off writing my topic proposal, my Dickinson response, and my translation a little longer, enough snow will fall and I will not have to do them until tomorrow night. Maybe. I think so.

there are two kinds of doorhandles you can twist

I have had a very tiring week, my lovelies, and that is pathetic, because I was only at school for half a day. That's what I said, not even a full day, only a half of a day. But that is okay because I will sleep for as many hours as I can, and then I will put on my hat and fill up my thermos and it will be the weekend and then everything will turn out all right in the end. But as it stands, it has been a very tiring week.


Supposedly there was an Italian Renaissance, and a Harlem Renaissance, and supposedly there was a fellow by the name of Roger Fry and a woman by the name of Virginia Woolf, but as far as I am concerned that was much too long ago to be of much consideration because there is an absolute need for those things and those fellows right now, and no matter how hard I look, and no matter what people tell me, I just do not see them. I do not see them. And I wonder if they were ever here, or if they are only things written in books, like everything that I thought was real is turning out to be. And I love things that are written in books, but sometimes that is not enough. Right now for me that is not enough.

we know your house so very well

I checked out this book from my school library the other day, despite the fact that I know absolutely no french. I am a Latin student. But darling Catherine read the first page and it was very exciting. I would never have thought to find such a book in my school library. It was a most pleasant surprise. I just crocheted the coziest little neck collar-ish thing. I do not know what it would be called, except maybe a little hug. That is what I would call it. A hug. 

tiny baby tears i will collect a million years

If we had roots, they would sprout from our fingertips. This, I can say with certainty.

Yesterday, when I came home from school, I put on a green sweater and lay on the couch with a glass of tea in one hand, and my other hand over my face, and like this I listened to my Charles Mingus record. Today, I wore a scarf that is as long as eternity.

your kiss is on my butterfly lips

I seem to be in love with a thousand people all at once.

I am also in love with leatherbound notebooks.