Saturday, May 17, 2014


Hey! I'll be posting here from now on and with some kind of frequency(maybe, I'm being very non-committal)  life is funny and it throws some mean curve balls (you case you hadn't heard)
 P.S. K.I.T.  L.Y.L.A.S.  have an awesome summer.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

en ce moment j'aime...

Years&Years. I guess I think about them every time one of their songs comes up on my playlist, but what's really got me hooked right now is their new video (watch it here) for Real. The beats, Olly Alexander's voice and lyrics, Ben Whishaw dancing. Oh...Ben Whishaw's like, I don't know, my heartbeat or something.

Um...these stockings!! Okay, so for me, ASOS US pretty much always had my heart. Now, I think I'm just going to send them my soul for always having a MUCH better selection of dresses, skirts, stockings, you-name-it in my size (and probably in yours too!) Also, free shipping and returns. Come on!

INVSN. When you like a band or musician you tend to follow whatever project they're involved in and sometimes it's great and sometimes...not so much. You kind of cringe a little and hope they'll get back to something you can relate to. But you know, between Dennis and I, (yes. I said 'Dennis and I' because if you knew me, you wouldn't expect me to phrase it any other way!) there's never been a cringe moment. Even with the Lost Patrol band, you know, when Dennis came out with the most sentimental sap you could ever hope to ring out of a person? Even that, I loved it. Like everything he records reaches me at just the right time in life. Whatever, INVSN is perfect for me right now. It reminds me of cutting my hair over the bathroom sink with Joy Division in the background.  A time and feeling I really needed to be reminded of.
Anyway, it's still on the music side of things, which I'm pretty sure does take up 2/3rds of my loves right now. Actually, yes, this list is a pretty accurate representation of my loves at the moment; 1/3rd clothes and 2/3rds music.   

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

mes livres: just let go, Eleanor and Park

I read before bed (and when I wake up and during breaks at work and you get the point). Anyway my system goes something like this, after being caught up in a series or finishing a long intense book, I usually break things up with a lighter read. Usually some short stories, mostly Neil Gaiman. Just something that allows me to still read but without having to be enveloped in another world so soon after just leaving one. Does that make sense? Whatever. My whole point and the reason for my typing this is because I need for Eleanor & Park  to let me go. I wasn't expecting them. How could I have been?!
I finished a series a few nights ago but wasn't quite ready to sleep so I figured I would just download whatever ebook was waiting for me. My friend had sent me Eleanor and Park for Christmas and I knew it was a YA book so I figured it was perfect for light reading. This is her fault, obviously. She could have warned me.
I didn't sleep that night. At least not until six the next morning. I couldn't stop. I knew it was getting later and later but I could not make myself close my tablet. Just push the button...I couldn't do it. I was buzzing. Totally caught off guard. That was four nights ago.
 I've read it once through every night since. I don't know what I'm trying to do; desensitize myself to it? Every night I tell myself, "Okay, you don't have to finish it. You know how it ends, just let it go." Let it go? I don't even know how it attached itself to me! It has nothing I usually gravitate to anyway. No science fiction/fantasy, no future worlds in need of repair, no historical retelling, no time traveling, no android discovering's just two kids on a bus, how could it not let me go? but then I know... of course it's found a way inside. My music, my comic heroes, Eleanor, Park...Park. I've spoken to my friend, she knew. She would know, it got her too.
So now what? I write this in hopes that my old trick will work. Write it somewhere, anywhere just so that the paper (or screen?) can hold it for me. It doesn't have to be the obsessive running theme in the back of my mind. I don't have to plead with my thoughts during the day...please let me go.
Maybe this will work, or maybe I'll just have to make myself read something as equally or more intense... something by Jeffrey McDaniel. I'll just read his, The Last Straw, over and over. That should do it...

Thursday, September 26, 2013

journal du voyage: Musée d'Orsay...

When you go to Paris, just try and take fewer than 500 pictures. Then try to sort and edit them in  day all while living back in real life, you  know; working, cleaning, packing and moving into a new home. Right?! It's impossible. I like sleep. So it has taken me longer than I would have liked to enter them into my little journal here. However, these are definitely problems I am blessed and happy to have.
so the following are some photos of what I saw on the best day in Paris. The day of waking up before dawn, eating banana Nutella sandwiches, walking the empty streets, spending hours in the Orsay (my favorite place on this planet), strolling along the avenue des Champs-Élysées, complaining about my tired feet, finding a French copy of The Great Gatsby, lounging in beautiful parks...


Saturday, August 3, 2013

journal de voyage: Musée du Louvre

My dear and unfortunate successor,
              The "highlight" on this day, back in May of 2013, was the Musee du Louvre. However, before we ended up there, we sat on a bus for a while. It was a really good idea from the worldly Rick Steves. Riding it through the city you get a chance to cover a lot of ground and spot places you want to go back and visit..." oh that place is so cute!" "lets get pastries there!" "I want to get pictures there!"(and more of the like).
Anyway, we finally made it to the Louvre. Let me first say that, yes, it was super great and yeah, you "just have to see the Mona Lisa in person!" and most of the art is pretty breath-taking and Napoleon's Apartments were f-ing amazing!! but all in all, if I had to choose between going to the Louvre and just about any other Parisian art museum, I might choose "any other Parisian art museum." Like the Musee d'Orsay....that place was definitely MY DEAL.
Back to the Louvre: it takes a lot of patience to really see all the art in that place. It was really hard to breath! So many people, no air conditioning (or none that you were aware of), the anxiety of pick-pockets, the price of water!!

It turns out that I really just liked the exterior of the museum, but that's just me. I kind of fall in love with the exteriors of any old place.
 Oh the Napoleon Apartments!! I did like them a little too...