things in 2013 that i will do better than i did in 2012- 1. eat oatmeal- i.e. i will stop making the same bowl of plain oats with flaxseed and berries that i have had almost every morning since last january. 2. sing 3. lay out my clothes for the next day- this year i will include earrings 4. make sandwiches- i vow to use some sort of spread other than hummus- mustard is on the horizon more to...
CHRISTMAS! was wonderful and passed with the strangest swiftness. continuing with our tradition, we went to another incredibly lavish brunch, this year at the PUMP ROOM (http://www.pumproom.com/) and the absolute best part was the housemade ginger lime soda I ordered. Such a beautiful treat that I didn’t even covet Liz’s lavender daquiri. I am full of joy from this Christmas season.
the apocalyptic mistletoe is no different, just a bit jaded. Nobody pretends to want the perfection it promised year after year Until people stopped believing after all.
I have, in fact, been writing a poem every single day for a few weeks now and it’s nearly impossible very challenging! Sometimes it’s cleansing to just read poems full of beauty, like this one: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/244674
nobody likes guacamole! actually that’s just me. i don’t like guacamole.
am i sweeter than the expectation of joy? you are- a jewel burst forth with star swathed light-awash with wonder awake! quench your lips upon the resistant earth
oh is it the end? right- the end- the other side the time in which a year is done, a tear is near at every stitch of sadness we wake in years defeated by nights drenched thick with worry ^sometimes, i start poems and don’t finish them but i end up not minding because it’s more fun to never finish. more suspense.
left untended- thoughts get burnished like an unkempt mind Maybe it’s better we let them ruminate alone?
Patsy Rodenburg →
I know this is no excuse, but the only reason I don’t post pictures is because I have a crackflacksmackblackberry.
this lady Gabrielle Bernstein is just great. she makes people happy. http://gabbyb.tv/vlogging/may-cause-miracles-interview-with-danielle-laporte happiness is much easier to find when you’re not frantically searching for it. also, watching disney channel tween shows helps.
Is what summer is: watching the pride parade from a rooftop babysitting twice in one day making a (very worthwhile) pilgrimage to Pequod’s Pizza after half-promising to go there every month or so walking barefoot down the road, filling up with the ample darkness and the sidewalks who waited so long to heat up
There is no higher accomplishment than finishing a journal.
the female body
Sometimes I don’t want to read novels. I want to read “pieces” from “online magazines”. I want to peruse poetryfoundation.org for an hour and glean all the most carefully chosen words that these poets are letting me read. for free! free! free to let the softness of their words hug me with knowledge. free!
can i have this →
the universe is a cosmic symphony, you just have to learn how to play your part– my psychology and religion professor or whatever who never called on me (or any of the other women in my class) but said smart things a lot
were it a possibility
I would live within the world of Debussy’s Prelude a l’apres-midi d’un faune. I would sing only pants roles, eat only hummus, berries, sweet potatoes and the occasional cherry pop-tart. I would turn my program notes in on time. -and go to every Met broadcast, every taping of So You Think You Can Dance and hang out with poets and artists and musicians and- oh wait. I would own a...
another thing that makes me cry →
im sensing a theme here. thingsthatmakemaureencry.tumblr.com?
I eat oatmeal every single day for breakfast. This makes it more exciting. NOT that plain oatmeal isn’t exciting in its own special, beige way. also, look at this adorably frank jar: http://www.burgonandball.com/shop/scripts/prodView.asp?idproduct=300 I found it on Cup of Jo- the new object of my blog-fection (there has to be a more charming way to say that).
I was wondering why your galette tasted like zoo, and then I realized there was...– my ever eloquent seester
every dawn and set of sun till christmastide
This year, Christmas forgot to enter into my soul. I listened to the music every day, baked, watched holiday episodes. I went to Zoo Lights. I decorated and sang and read Christmas poetry. I ate every other chocolate from the advent calendar. I went to church every Sunday and breathed in the incense, hoping it might deluge me with the Christmas joy I was supposed to be praying with. Not so. I...
1. I cannot hear or sing “In the Bleak Midwinter” without crying uncontrollably. Don’t test it. 2. Shar pei are the new french bulldog- all the wrinkled cuteness without interdigital cysts and chin acne http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/27/magazine/can-the-bulldog-be-saved.html?pagewanted=all 3.Eggnog almonds are a real thing, and they are a delicious thing. And I hate eggnog....
cinnabon cupcake truck somewhere with good mussels laduree macarons christmas sugar cookies with pink icing (the only kind we make, and they are the best, hands down- no jokes here) muppets opi nailpolish line is stunning. specifically “warm and fozzie” which is sparkling on my nails as i type. little disco ballz.
Why are small things better than all other things? Their very smallness is inviting- intimate in hand’s hold, with colossal closeness
if i could write a color it would not be ecru
Grieve Not BY WALTER CLYDE CURRY Grieve not that winter masks the yet quick earth, Nor still that summer walks the hills no more; That fickle spring has doffed the plaid she wore To swathe herself in napkins till rebirth. These buddings, flowerings, are nothing worth; This ermine cloud stretched firm across the lakes Will presently be shattered into flakes; Then,...
she wasn’t ancient- but she was pushing 50, so I mean…