I wrote an article today for this energy healer in Vancouver. Oftentimes I find these people too hippy-dippy, but something she ( Katrice Balmer ) says on her website really stuck out to me. Probably because it's applied to me for 98% of my life whenever I think of the future. Which is 99% of the time.
FEAR is simply:
False Expectations Appearing Real
Story of my life, Katrice. Story of my life.
8.03.2009
the latest in doggy fashion.
SO here I am, just minding my own business and doing research on an article about why you should dress your dog (no, really: why?) and here pops up this article about dressing your dog like Sarah Palin. I love that someone even thought of it, let alone executed said thought.
8.01.2009
7.23.2009
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."
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."
7.22.2009
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.
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.
7.17.2009
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.
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.
7.10.2009
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.
7.09.2009
6.29.2009
Boston, part deux.
Thursday: We drove to Cambridge ( I don't recommend driving in Boston, FYI), and walked around the Harvard campus awhile. We mostly stuck to the oldest parts; we saw the statue of John Harvard and figured out its three lies, got Cub a Harvard shirt, and ate a little pastry at Au bon pain at Harvard Square. From there we drove to Lexington and Concord, where the first official actions of the Revolutionary War took place. Sights include Buckman Tavern, where Samuel Adams and John Hancock were staying when Paul Revere made his ride to warn them about the British, and the Old North Bridge, where the "shot heard around the world" was fired. I love early American history, so it was really cool to actually be there. We also saw the Old Manse, where Emerson lived and wrote. We stopped at Thoreau's Walden Pond on the way out--it was really peaceful. We didn't get the chance to walk around much because it was pouring rain, but I still got some good pictures. Oh, on the way to Lex/Con we saw the Boston temple. Built on a hill, like its brothers.
The statue of John Harvard. With a child, apparently.
JD class of 2013?
A quote on one of the campus buildings. Psalms, I think.
Boston Temple.
Buckman Tavern.
I can't remember the name of this house, but it was the only house that Nathaniel Hawthorne ever owned, and Louisa May Alcott (Little Women) lived here.
The Old North Bridge.
Walden Pond.
Friday: We did absolutely nothing. Seriously. Today was the last day of my mom's CPM exam, so we waited until she was done and then went to dinner and a movie. She needed to relax. :)
Saturday: Our last day in Boston we walked the Freedom Trail from Boston Common to the North End (Old North Church). It wasn't that long of a walk, about 2.5 miles winding through the city. The Trail marks all the old important places of the Revolutionary War, such as Paul Revere's house, old meeting halls, the Old North Church (of "One if by land, two if by sea" fame), and so on. We also made it over to Charlestown and checked out Bunker Hill and the Navy yard where Old Ironsides is. It was a good day of history and seeing old parts of Boston.
Massachusetts Hall.
The Old Burying Ground. Samuel Adams, Paul Revere, and other revolutionary leaders are buried here.
A statue of Paul Revere outside the Old North Church.
The church itself.
All in all, it was a good trip. I love the east coast and it's always a joy to go back.
The statue of John Harvard. With a child, apparently.
JD class of 2013?
A quote on one of the campus buildings. Psalms, I think.
Boston Temple.
Buckman Tavern.
I can't remember the name of this house, but it was the only house that Nathaniel Hawthorne ever owned, and Louisa May Alcott (Little Women) lived here.
The Old North Bridge.
Walden Pond.
Friday: We did absolutely nothing. Seriously. Today was the last day of my mom's CPM exam, so we waited until she was done and then went to dinner and a movie. She needed to relax. :)
Saturday: Our last day in Boston we walked the Freedom Trail from Boston Common to the North End (Old North Church). It wasn't that long of a walk, about 2.5 miles winding through the city. The Trail marks all the old important places of the Revolutionary War, such as Paul Revere's house, old meeting halls, the Old North Church (of "One if by land, two if by sea" fame), and so on. We also made it over to Charlestown and checked out Bunker Hill and the Navy yard where Old Ironsides is. It was a good day of history and seeing old parts of Boston.
Massachusetts Hall.
The Old Burying Ground. Samuel Adams, Paul Revere, and other revolutionary leaders are buried here.
A statue of Paul Revere outside the Old North Church.
The church itself.
All in all, it was a good trip. I love the east coast and it's always a joy to go back.
6.25.2009
Boston.
I'm in the least bloggy mood of all time today, but I finally have an hour to spare so I thought I'd share a little of my trip to Boston. Love that city, no joke. Here is what we did each day (this blog is going to be more picture-y rather than prose-y, sorry):
Sunday: Flew into Boston/Logan International around 8 p.m., mom picked us up (she was on business and flew ahead of us), got to our hotel, crashed into bed.
Monday: My favorite day of all! Derek, dad, and I drove to Salem in the morning. It's only about 20 minutes north of Boston. This is the place of the notorious 17th-century witch trials. It also has importance to the literary minded as the inspiration of many of Nathaniel Hawthorne's (one of my faves) works.
My new pirate friend from Salem.
Dad checking out the creepy old hanging tree. The "witches" weren't burned, but hanged.
Touristy but still informational.
This house was built by one of the first Puritan settlers in 1630-ish.
Old Salem Graveyard.
The house that inspired Hawthorne's book of the same name.
Cool colonial home.
After Salem we drove further north to Ipswich. This place to me is the real New England, and I can't wait to make a return visit in the fall. We ate lunch at the Clam Box, which was really delicious. I had the fried clam mini plate--you'd never know it was the mini by how huge it actually is. Totally non-greasy and the freshest seafood ever. Ipswich is OLD--the oldest house was built in 1633. The amazing thing to me is that people still live in these houses. Talk about history.
My fried clam lunch.
The Clam Box.
A view of Boston from one of the bridges.
Tuesday: After breakfast we took a shuttle to the "T" station and rode into the city. We walked down Beacon Hill, which is the oldest (not counting the North End) and richest part of Boston, and ended up at the Public Garden, where the famous swan boats are. The park was really nice and relatively transient free.
Swan boat at the Public Garden.
From the park we walked a short distance to Copley Square, which is probably my second-favorite place of the trip. The place has Trinity Church, Boston Public Library (which strongly resembles a mini version of the Library of Congress), a farmer's market, and more. Luckily we went on a nice day and could wander around at our leisure.
Dad and Derek looking up our family name in the social science reading room of the library.
From Copley we got back on the T and went two stops west to Kenmore, where Fenway Park is. It's also near Boston University. (Wishful-yet-hinting cough.) The game wasn't to start until 7:00, but my dad is one of those types that likes to arrive at a game fourteen hours before, to "check everything out." Haha...he was cute though. We took a tour of the park, which was awesome because of all that history involved. It's the oldest working baseball park in the US, built in 1912. Love me some Red Sox. We got to sit on top of the Green Monster for a while, then down in the original wood bleacher seats.
Looking towards home plate from the Green Monster.
The game begins!
We ate so much that day. I don't even want to think about it.
Wednesday: Since the weather was supposed to be in the 90s, we decided to make this day our Cape Cod excursion. Derek, dad, and I set out first for Plymouth, the site of Plymouth Rock, Mayflower II, and Plymouth Plantation. Thanks, pilgrims! At the plantation I bought this awesome hand-sketched recipe book filled with local recipes and flavors. I've yet to use it, but there's a clam chowder recipe in there that's just dying to be made. Not to mention the double blueberry pie.
Cute Derek trying to wake up.
Me and Bud at Plimoth Plantation. (Weird spelling is theirs, not mine.)
I couldn't resist taking a picture of this house, which is for sale. In my mind I've already bought it and live in it.
Beautiful Cape Cod.
Mayflower II.
From Plymouth, we drove 60 miles further east/northeast to the very tip of Cape Cod, called Provincetown. Look at map of Massachusetts sometime, and look at Cape Cod. We stood on the very end of that hook! It was such a beautiful day, and we were lucky to get there at early evening.
Derek's crabby friend.
Ok, that's all I have time for right now, but I'll put up the next three days of the trip later. Loves.
Sunday: Flew into Boston/Logan International around 8 p.m., mom picked us up (she was on business and flew ahead of us), got to our hotel, crashed into bed.
Monday: My favorite day of all! Derek, dad, and I drove to Salem in the morning. It's only about 20 minutes north of Boston. This is the place of the notorious 17th-century witch trials. It also has importance to the literary minded as the inspiration of many of Nathaniel Hawthorne's (one of my faves) works.
My new pirate friend from Salem. 
Dad checking out the creepy old hanging tree. The "witches" weren't burned, but hanged.
Touristy but still informational.
This house was built by one of the first Puritan settlers in 1630-ish.
Old Salem Graveyard.
The house that inspired Hawthorne's book of the same name.
Cool colonial home.
After Salem we drove further north to Ipswich. This place to me is the real New England, and I can't wait to make a return visit in the fall. We ate lunch at the Clam Box, which was really delicious. I had the fried clam mini plate--you'd never know it was the mini by how huge it actually is. Totally non-greasy and the freshest seafood ever. Ipswich is OLD--the oldest house was built in 1633. The amazing thing to me is that people still live in these houses. Talk about history.
My fried clam lunch.
The Clam Box.
A view of Boston from one of the bridges.
Tuesday: After breakfast we took a shuttle to the "T" station and rode into the city. We walked down Beacon Hill, which is the oldest (not counting the North End) and richest part of Boston, and ended up at the Public Garden, where the famous swan boats are. The park was really nice and relatively transient free.
Swan boat at the Public Garden.
From the park we walked a short distance to Copley Square, which is probably my second-favorite place of the trip. The place has Trinity Church, Boston Public Library (which strongly resembles a mini version of the Library of Congress), a farmer's market, and more. Luckily we went on a nice day and could wander around at our leisure.
Dad and Derek looking up our family name in the social science reading room of the library.
From Copley we got back on the T and went two stops west to Kenmore, where Fenway Park is. It's also near Boston University. (Wishful-yet-hinting cough.) The game wasn't to start until 7:00, but my dad is one of those types that likes to arrive at a game fourteen hours before, to "check everything out." Haha...he was cute though. We took a tour of the park, which was awesome because of all that history involved. It's the oldest working baseball park in the US, built in 1912. Love me some Red Sox. We got to sit on top of the Green Monster for a while, then down in the original wood bleacher seats.
Looking towards home plate from the Green Monster.
The game begins!
We ate so much that day. I don't even want to think about it.
Wednesday: Since the weather was supposed to be in the 90s, we decided to make this day our Cape Cod excursion. Derek, dad, and I set out first for Plymouth, the site of Plymouth Rock, Mayflower II, and Plymouth Plantation. Thanks, pilgrims! At the plantation I bought this awesome hand-sketched recipe book filled with local recipes and flavors. I've yet to use it, but there's a clam chowder recipe in there that's just dying to be made. Not to mention the double blueberry pie.
Cute Derek trying to wake up.
Me and Bud at Plimoth Plantation. (Weird spelling is theirs, not mine.)
I couldn't resist taking a picture of this house, which is for sale. In my mind I've already bought it and live in it.
Beautiful Cape Cod.
Mayflower II.
From Plymouth, we drove 60 miles further east/northeast to the very tip of Cape Cod, called Provincetown. Look at map of Massachusetts sometime, and look at Cape Cod. We stood on the very end of that hook! It was such a beautiful day, and we were lucky to get there at early evening.
Derek's crabby friend.
Ok, that's all I have time for right now, but I'll put up the next three days of the trip later. Loves.
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