happy saturday

to do.

1. Go on a search for as many good climbing trees as possible, climb as high as you both can in all of them, compile photo evidence
2. Go to a major chain bookstore, and leave notes to future readers in copies of your favorite books
3. Have her dress up as a ghost and you dress uup us Pacman. Walk around downtown holding hands, and whenever anyone sees you two, pretend to be embarrassed, and run off screaming “wocka wocka wocka.”
4. Create photo evidence suggesting that you went on an adventure that didn’t really happen
5. Dress up as superherous and stop at least one petty crime “ie. jaywalking, littering….”
6. Build forts out of furniture and blankets, and wage war with paper airplanes.
7. Try and visit as many people as you can in one night, and turn as many things inside their apartment upside down as you can, without them noticing.
8. Go to the airport, get the cheapest, soonest departing flight to anywhere when you show up, and stay there for a weekend.
9. Write a piece of fiction together. Outside at a cafe. Ask strangers when you get stuck.
10. Dress to the nines, pretend to be married, and test drive very expensive vehicles at an auto dealership.
11. Do the lamest tourist thing in your area that you have both secretly wanted to do forever. Have an unabashed good time!
12. In the middle of the night, drive to the beach, so you arrive just as the sun is rising. Have a breakfast picnic, then fall asleep together. Bring a sun umbrella.
13. Drive somewhere unknown and have dinner in a city you’ve never been to. With fake names.
14. Go to a minor league baseball game under the stars. Tell each other stories about how bad you are at athletics. Randomly cheer for both teams. Eat lots of Cracker Jack.
15. Go around the city with sidewalk chalk and draw hearts with equations inside on random things
16. Walk around a city and perform short silent plays in front of security cameras
17. With camera and pair of boots, make photolog of a day in the life of the invisible man.
18. Walk around the city all night and find a place to eat breakfast at dawn
19. Go to a restraunt and convince the cook to create something completely new for you.
20. Rent a movie you’ve never seen before. Set on mute and improvise dialogue.

found on some tumblr account. originally a "unusual date idea" list. i'd like to think of it as just something to do with any friends..

the magic's in the music and the music's in me

look what a good time everyone is having..

fleet foxes & beyonce. together.

what on earth.

the saltwater room.

i guess i'll never know
why sparrows love the snow
we'll turn off all the lights
and set this ballroom aglow


[so tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love
all the time
time together is just never quite enough
when you and i are alone
i've never felt so at home
what will it take to make or break
this hint of love
we need time
only time
when we're apart
what ever are you thinking of
if this is what i call home
why does it feel so alone
so tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love
all the time.]

listening to: the secret life of daydreams
feeling: a lot of weight, mentally.

my brain feels heavy and dense with stress and to do lists and links and unused gray matter.

i wish mrs. darling (or my own mother, i suppose) was here to sort away these things into boxes while i am asleep.

pt. I

“When I was 13 years old, my beautiful mother and my father moved me from a conservative Mormon home in San Antonio, Texas to California, and I heard the story of Harvey Milk. And it gave me hope. It gave me the hope to live my life. It gave me the hope one day I could live my life openly as who I am and then maybe even I could even fall in love and one day get married.

I wanna thank my mom, who has always loved me for who I am even when there was pressure not to. But most of all, if Harvey had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he’d want me to say to all of the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches, by the government or by their families, that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value and that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you and that very soon, I promise you, you will have equal rights federally, across this great nation of ours.

Thank you. Thank you. And thank you, God, for giving us Harvey Milk”

- Dustin Lance Black, Academy Award winner - Best Original Screenplay for Milk

"Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.
"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."

decisions

sometimes i wish my best friends weren't spread between the four winds.

father knows best

i had to watch this before a journalism midterm tomorrow.. i do adore those dresses and skirts.

home.

weekend visits are always too short.

want

lookbook makes me want summer. now.

college is what children daydream of. it's the permission to do what you always longed to do as a child. staying up late, having chocolate pudding for dinner, playing in the sun, living with your friends.

but there is no giant ball pit or tree house palace.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

- Edgar Allan Poe, 1849

time together is never quite enough

this is my favorite song of today

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usR7mMHUhlY

p.s. dont watch the video

2.12 pm

this is what my desk looks like today.

cloudy thursday.

my 3D design class was canceled today. it's not as sunny as yesterday, so today i am going to clean my room. and study for a portuguese test. but mostly i plan on watching the entire first season of Doug.

i might have just had chocolate pudding for dinner.

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break.
- Chinese Proverb

to me, this is perfect.

i cannot wait.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

- Audrey Niffenegger - The Time Traveler’s Wife

miss you too.

“Remember when you were a child, and you were stuck in a house on a rainy day, and Mom sat you at the kitchen table, gave you a pencil, a sharpener, a box of crayons, and a ream of paper, and you went at it? You drew all day long and never got blocked, never concerned yourself with perfection, never worried about repeating yourself. All of your people had triangle noses, brilliant smiles, and arms like the branches of a tree. You were so good at this because you were into the fun of it…It was the making of the art that both compelled and rewarded you. The doing, not the having done.”

- John Dufresne, The Lie that Tells the Truth

happy february 15th

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” - Billy, age 4



“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7



“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7

searching for

oh. my. gosh.

MOVIE?!?!?!?!

want.

white houses

so today 3D design was canceled due to graduate student studio reviews and my teacher was needed to help review. so my friend michael and i walk over to the millrace studio area across the way from campus.

so, i've been through this place many times, so i'm vaguely familiar with it, but i've never truly explored it until today.. and oh my word.

it's the scattering of white houses and studio buildings interspersed with trees and grassy lawns and gardens, which at this point of the year are all dead and gray, but i remember back in september they were beautiful. a favorite spot was the urban garden, this little expanse of land that had sunflowers and pear trees and all different kinds of flora that spread all over the fence wiring. it's wonderful.

anyways, the studios are all in these white buildings. we go through the sculpture building; get inspired to use my hands more often. we go through the development lab & photo studios; get inspired to take more pictures, particularly with film. walk upstairs, paintings on display are phenomenal. all over the walls are characteristic art building touches. like a hand coming out of a corner junction of walls, drawing doodle lines. or this awesomely colorful painted texture design dispersed throughout the painting hallway.

the studios themselves are wonderful. some are lofts. some have wooden floors and high ceilings and large gridded windows that open outwards. the one i was most surprised with, however, was a little white house tucked away behind a gathering of trees. michael and i walk to the front of it, and i am immediately smitten. medium sized porch with a bench swing. two stories. we walk up the stairs and through the beautiful doorway, taking note of the vintage doorbell. the great room awkwardly has a long conference table right in the middle of it, but i am drawn to the left side, where there are built in bookshelves next to the fireplace. the shelves are packed, jam packed, with old books. encyclopedias, old childrens stories, natural health remedies, all covered in dust. michael is drawn to the right side of the room, where a new projector is hung from the ceiling, projecting a blank white screen onto the bare white wall.

what i see in my head: deep red rug, worn in sofa and reading chairs, a dark coffee table (perhaps a trunk) with mugs and candles and books strewn about, a cat.

we meander through the rest of the house, where in each bedroom an artist has set up a studio of art that i really don't quite comprehend or, crudely, don't appreciate. but i envy their studio immensely. michael and i are done browsing after a short 10 minutes and, instead, opt to sit on the porch swing and talk for about an hour. afterwards we stroll through the grounds again, taking note of how awesome of a place this is going to be in springtime, full of life and color instead of gray. even the stream that runs adjacent to the grounds is dark and shallow. but i ignore it all because we are talking of possible future studios for ourselves.

goosebumps.

caused often by a particularly melodious song; the right words strung together; cinematic goodness; not enough layers of clothing; a burst of wind from the east; a subtle touch on the back of the neck; the first sip of a long-desired coffee; coming out of the tunnel at night, rushing into the cityscape; grazing the surface of deep waters with your toes; returning somewhere of great significance after a prolonged absence (particularly: underneath the sheets at home, the bookstore whose shelves are endlessly abundant with everything i want to read, the couch at the beach house, a car full of dear friends); thinking about coral reef and aurora borealis and the pyrenees and hummingbirds and grecian coastlines; knowing you're right where you need to be.

"Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge & lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything that needs to be known."

-A.A. Milne

i miss the beach.

Meadowlark, fly your way down,
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown.
Ah meadowlark, sing to me.

Hummingbird, just let me die,
Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes.
I do believe you gave it your best try.
Ah hummingbird, sing to me.

Hmm.

Ah hummingbird, sing to me.

Don't believe a word that I haven't heard;
Little children laughin' at the boys and girls;
The meadowlark singin' to you each and ev'ry day;
The archon on the hillside and the market in the hay.

"Meadowlark" - Fleet Foxes