my first literary crush.

Jane Eyre is hands down my favorite book--I read it every year. Thomas Hardy may be my favorite author, but there is something about Bronte's novel that keeps it at its lofty top o' the list. Not the least of which is the connection between the hero (antihero?), Mr. Rochester, and Jane. Among my many literary crushes (Holden Caulfield, Daniel Deronda, John Galt, etc) Rochester will always be the first. I think this is something that only English majors can understand, haha. But there you are.

The passage that stuck out to me this time around is when Rochester is just about to tell Jane he loves her. He says:

"Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane? Because I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of and come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly."

desolation! horror! : a lunch tale.

Today I was craving a nourishing dejeuner dans le mode de la francais--an omelet. I quickly swooped upon the necessary ingredients in the fridge. Onions! Cheese! Sausage! Green pepper! All were assembled but one. The eggs. Frenetic was my search, unsuccessful was the result. No omelet was ever wanted more in that moment of my omelet wanting.

My stomach was not taking no for an answer so I scoured the shelves for an alternative. Knowing that no substitute could ever take that place of the omelet I had imagined, my hope was dim. In a small corner of the fridge I spied a small container of last night's chicken and broccoli casserole.

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

I am not a leftovers person, but c and b casserole is one leftover I do allow past my fractious and persnickety gullet. The day wasn't completely frabjous when I realized there were only a few bites in the container, and most of it rice. But my belly offered no complaints afterward so all seems well.*

*The above was written in response to nerves upon applying for a PAID editorial internship and the incumbent's wish to stop thinking about what might happen thankyouverymuch.

best. movie. ever.

Solarbabies: Orphan rollerskaters follow a magical sphere to freedom from fascist police of the future.



I'll have whatever the man on the far left is having.


I don't know which is better: the movie itself, or this article, which makes the case for how "Alan Johnson's audacious—and criminally misunderstood—futuristic science fiction tale offers a compelling subtext on the nature of the human soul and the duality of man."

O RLY?
I don't know how I find this stuff. It just finds me.

pretty things.

Top: Sarah W. with DwellStudio Draper Stripe + Hier apparel skirt.
Bottom: Samantha M. with DwellStudio Thicket + Oscar de la Renta shoes.

Any bright color + gray always gets me a little verklempt. Currently I'm all about oranges. And all shades of green. Heaven help my need to design something soon.

For my gaming friends.

'Warcraft' Sequel Lets Gamers Play A Character Playing 'Warcraft'


I heart The Onion.