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.