“I don’t get lipstick. It’s so stupid. What’s it for?” “To make your lips a different color. It’s just make-up.” “But that’s so stupid. Why would you want your lips a different color?” “Some people like it.” “Yeah but it’s weird. I don’t get it. And blush is stupid too, like why would you wear...
Things I Collect
- postcards - wheat pennies - habits - dead birds - art - records - forgotten notes - unique strangers I am assembling a blog with just my collections. There are so many things I hoard collect and admire. Inspirations. Not just physical objects. Ideas. I follow people and write down their habits. They become characters in a story in my head. I try not to learn their names.
i write about vegetables now
Fell asleep during quiet reading time, fell asleep on the train home, & fell asleep vidchatting with Nicholas. Pretty sure I continued sleep-talking after he hung up. Pretty sure I shouted in my sleep to wake myself up. Characters in my dream last night: Voldemort, Lindsay Lohan, Mary-Kate Olsen, Peeta Mellark (I was Peeta), Woody Harrelson, an veggie wrap with extra mayonnaise, and...
I think it is unnatural to think that there is such a thing as a blue-sky,...– Maurice Sendak
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once,...
Yesterday one of my students and I were reading our respective books quietly when I just closed mine and put my head down and groaned, “I give up on the world.” To which he said, “I want to do that too. Can I do that?” I said, yes and he grabbed his book, and put it next to mine and we both placed our heads down on our books and sighed. He pulled his sweatshirt that he...
Last staff meeting of the year at Plaster FunWasteofMyFucking(tea)Time
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.
- Birthday dinner with Nicholas at the Gulu-Gulu cafe—crepes. red pepper&artichoke tapenade. hard cider. the cherry bomb. Everything was delicious. - Seeing Eve 6 and Third Eye Blind at Earth Fest plus it was gorgeous outside. And free food all day. Nostalgia birthday celebrations. - Gnocchi in butternut squash sauce with roasted vegetables and bok choy followed by birthday cake all...
There are a lot of books in the library at the school I work at that are there to teach children about diversity and tolerance. But it’s not children that need to be taught this, it’s the adults. Children could care less about other people’s backgrounds, ethnicities, families, and religion. They’re too self-absorbed to think it matters. It’s once they grow up and...
“What a tasty looking popsicle you have.” “It’s not a popsicle, it’s a bloody knife.” “No, it’s a popsicle. If it was a knife, we’d make you take it apart.” “Okay, it’s a popsicle.” (pretends to lick) “Oh, what a nice looking toucan you made.” “It’s not a toucan, it’s a gun. BAM BAM...
Coffee breathes into me and it’s soft coming from a pair of lips. Cupped hand to your mouth, ask me, is it bad?
It’s a uniquely American prudishness. You can write the most detailed, vivid...– Author George R. R. Martin (A Song of Ice and Fire.) Interview published in May 2012 Rolling Stone Magazine
You work better when you’re hungry and haven’t slept in three days. We can’t...– Alison Mosshart
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
Coffee today made me feel strange. 20oz is far too much for my snobby tea ass. I love Regina Spektor. And I’m sick of rain.