Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Nebula Dust and Peach Tea

Today, I'm digging nebula dust and peach tea. Something about this cosmic fluffy stuff makes me sorta
wish I was a star. Or at least lived in space so I could look at this view! Today is a day brimming with stress. To combat this, I am drinking my liter of Smart Water and munching on spinach leaves that are a little crispy from being too close to the freezer. And listening to Glee Christmas music, which is surprisingly gleeful (punny, I know). Just look at these pictures though- don't you just want to be swathed in them? Jump in them? Cuddle with them? Have a dress made of them? I'm getting so inspired just thinking about a nebula dress...a billowing train of organza that swirls up to a sort of cape-like thing...haha it probably doesn't make any sense to you, but it my head, it's just perfect. I've compiled a few quotes that I've been thinking about today- the one's with no citation are from The Unbearable Lightness of Being-one of my favorite books in the whole universe. The first time I read it I underline about every paragraph to denote it as my favorite....eventually I realized that if every paragraph is my favorite, maybe the whole book is just my favorite. I hope you take a couple minutes out of your busy, hectic, stressful lives, and look at some gorgeous cosmic dust, sip on some tea, and explore some quotes, and the thoughts that they inspire.

 
I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. that’s the thing about girls. every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. girls. jesus christ. they can drive you crazy. they really can.
catcher in the rye 

 
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
— Kahlil Gibran


 

The Magnetic Fields, “The Book of Love”
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It’s full of charts and facts and figures
and instructions for dancing
but I, I love it when you read to me
and you, you can read me anything

 
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
— Jack Keruoac








“the most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.”
- robert louis stevenson





  “i want to stand as close to the edge as i can without going over. out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
— kurt vonnegut


“it is completely selfless love: tereza did not want anything of karenin; she did not ever ask him to love her back. nor has she ever asked herself the questions that plague human couples: does he love me? does he love anybody more than me? does he love me more than i love him? perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.”









“when i was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. when I went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. i wrote down ‘happy’. they told me i didn’t understand the assignment, and i told them they didn’t understand life.”
– john lennon




 “waking up was a sheer delight for him; he always showed a naïve and simple amazement at the discovery that he was back on earth; he was sincerely pleased. she, on the other hand, awoke with great reluctance, with a desire to stave off the day by keeping her eyes closed.”










 “how old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were?”
- satchel paige




"the heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become… conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.  what then shall we choose? weight or lightness?”







“while people are fairly young and the musical composition of their lives is still in its opening bars, they can go about writing it together and exchange motifs…but if they meet when they are older, their musical compositions are more or less complete, and every motif, every object, every word means something different to each of them.”

Tonight, There's a Lot of Things Going On

Tonight...ohh tonight. Well, now it's actually getting close to 3:00 in the morning, so technically its morning. I had a completely event-filled day, brimming with hard work, hard fun, and lots of inspirations! The day started with studying studying studying, which eventually turned into an afternoon of studying, which turned into an evening of studying. Not super fun, but productive; I only got distracted a few times with thoughts of how beautiful jellyfish are how I want to learn to crochet. Once my brain was completely fried, I met up with some friends for some french fries and napkin doodles. Somehow we ended up at Target, where I fell in lust with a pair of thermal underwear, for only $12. Since I'm a dead poor college student, I woefully passed them bye with a sigh, my fingers trailing the delightfully waffle-like fabric. Naturally, we walked to Wal-Mart for cheap french baguettes and olive oil, and my friend and I decided that it would be a fantastic idea for me to give him a tattoo- I grabbed some thin beading needles and searched desperately for India ink, but to no avail- the tattooing will be delayed for a little while more. Some Smart Water later, we were wandering the aisles, and lo and behold, I ran into....THERMALS! Long-Johns, as we Minnesota's say, and for only $5.  I gleefully snatched up a couple of pairs and we dashed to the checkout. Shopping completely successful! After that, it was movie time/french bread-dipped-in-olive oil time, then home for me! Studying tomorrow...planning on being at the library at 8:00am, making those new long johns look sexy! As sexy as long john's can get haha which most likely will look like tired-ginger-up-way-too-early-looking-like-a-typical-finals-week-student. Blah. Maybe I'll muster up the effort to pull on a pair of jeans. Probably not.
With that tale of my small victory, I'll leave you all with sent hugs and kisses, and wishes of golden slumbers to all of you lucky enough to be heading to bed.  I hope tomorrow is just as perfect as today!
Oooo...and Jellyfish...






Sunday, December 5, 2010

Fingers

I'm doing this post for selfish reasons more then anything else... I have a bunch of pictures of finger tattoos that I've collected and I want them all in one spot for safekeeping. I have a thing for finger tattoos...I love hands and I find finger tattoos sort of beautiful, albeit unprofessional. Which is sort of a drag, but maybe I could just wear big rings-which I do anyway.  Here are my favorite finger tattoos I've encountered on the Internet. I personally dig the last one the most because, well, that's practically my catchphrase. Maybe I'll get a bar tending gig in New York, then I could actually justify getting it...hmmm...






















Saturday, December 4, 2010

I Kept My Promise, Don't Keep Your Distance

I think about myself a lot. Not in an adoring, narcissistic way, but in a pondering, exploring way. I'm thinking of things that make me who I am, how I behave. No one really wants to hear a lot about who I am, what I do, so I'll make this post short-at least I'll try. I'm sort of helpless most of the time.  I read the instructions for microwave popcorn every single time I make it. When I get low on shampoo, I just wash my hair less. I plan my funeral, not my wedding, which I realize is weird and morbid, but I do it anyway. I want "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" to play at my funeral, and possibly "Violet Hill" and "Yellow". And I want white hydrangeas. I am supremely conflicted about cigarettes- I enjoy smoking, but I'm vain enough to worry that I'll get those gross little lines around my mouth when I'm old. Plus, cigarettes just don't seem very classy to me. So I only smoke cigarillos on the weekend, which actually isn't anymore classy or healthy for me, but it makes me feel better about doing it. I draw a lot, mostly little monsters and oddly misshapen cats, but sometimes I venture in a more whimsical style. I'm growing my hair out even though I'm doubtful it's a good look for me. My favorite nickname I have ever been called is 'Bumblebee'- it was clever and had to do with my butt, and maybe that's why I have a crazy desire to have the Patron bee tattooed on me. Plus, I like tequila. My favorite thing to eat is M&M's with peanut butter. As in taking a spoonful of peanut butter and plunging it into a bag of M&M's. Since I'm a poor college student, I make my instant potatoes with just water, because I don't have margarine or milk. The instant potatoes look like fish food, which I find both delightful and sort of repulsive. I like Halloween far more then any girl my age should, but I have not had the "Christmas Spirit" in years. People are surprised that I can take shots "like a champ", and music from Ke$ha has made me do some pretty crazy things. I regularly stay up to 4 in the morning studying. And I almost never, ever get stressed. I live by the words, "Whatever you want to do, do it now, for life is time and time is all there is", "experience all you can in life. Don't be the guy who doesn't know what a hangover feels like, don't be the guy whose never taken a road trip. Get out there and do things-look at a sunset, take a picture, paint, smoke,laugh, fuck, play, work, do whatever the hell you want to do, because what's stopping you? Put away the doubts, and just get out there." and "why the hell not?". I said I was going to try to make this short, but I guess that failed spectacularly.  I'm heading out for a night of debauchery. Sleep tight, or get off your butt and do the same.


Friday, December 3, 2010

Let's Find Something Dumb to Do

I was just staring out my window on the 11th floor at the intensely beautiful bluffs surrounding my little college town. They can't Not be beautiful, I've come to realize. In the Summer, when I first came here, they were lush green, rolling and dense, and I couldn't help but fall in love a little. When Fall came, the vibrant golds and reds made it seem like the bluffs were on fire, positively ablaze with seeming enthusiasm to shock and induce gasps of wonder before the Winter came. And now that Winter is here, the stark hills covered in a fuzz-like layer of bare trees seem so serene and statuesque that it just amazes me how beautiful old, worn out things are.
I ran across this editorial a long time ago, but I just thought of it again today. It has a sort of wistfulness that I always seem to associate with bluffs, hills, and old things, and it has the perfect blend of organic elements with ersatz beauty that just is awe-inspiring. One of my favorite editorials I've seen to date, although I say that about all my favorite editorials.







And I'm listening to Florence and the Machines- Dog Days. Go listen to it now. It makes you just want to just jump out of your seat and dance.

*Obscure Rock Song Lyrics Here*

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Mad for McQueen

I've always loved Alexander McQueen- his designs toed the line between reality and fantasy so perfectly that it was impossible to not feel whimsical and dreamy just looking at the runway shots. That's why I was so wary of Sarah Burton's (who is now the designer for the Alexander McQueen collection) Spring 2011 RTW. With just the opening shot I was already biased against her (who could be as great as McQueen?), with the mother-earth vibe which contrasted sharply with McQueen's usually darker settings. But I as I wandered through the shots, I realized that while new, Burton was able to create fantasy and whimsy in the traditional McQueen aesthetic, but make it different, fresh somehow. The dresses themselves were remarkable in just the craftsmanship. Feathers and pleated organza, brocade and black leather- the dresses were startling to look at at first, but once I started staring, I just couldn't stop.














For some reason all I could think about was fairies, and which sorta of fairies would wear which dress. Fairy Royalty, Fairy Warrior, Fairy Secret Lover
and countless other characters that I dreamed up. By the end of the runway slideshow, I practically had a whole storyline of what a fairy world might be like. Everyone wore McQueen.