Friday, April 30, 2010

Thursday, April 29, 2010

(Sara is tracing her father's face with her finger)

What are you doing? Memorizing me by heart?

No...I already know you by heart."

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

We'll always have Paris...

Or rather, I'll have Paris, this fabulous red coat, and you can stay here.

Upon the finding of what was lost

"You speak
A hardened pane
As tough as a sideboard
Nailed to the fence.

You spike through me
Leaden lips
on a silver tongue--

You chase inside me.
Wrapped like a fist in my guts.
Stretched in wires
And a solemn prayer.

You speak
I hear spines reverberating
Torn to a beat
Hard as my love
Nailed to this fence

Eyes displaced
Turned my granite jaw
I want you to
kiss me,
Where it hardened
I start to bend
to you."

Victor Hugo

"Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds."


“Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.”

I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

"But I don't want to go among mad people." Alice remarked.

"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat, "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."

"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.

"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."

"Am I K in your book? I think I must be."

Almásy: This... this, the hollow at the base of a woman's throat, does it have an official name?

Madox: Good God, man, pull yourself together.


"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness."

The dream.

C: I dreamed all night dementors were coming for me-- I swear I saw them in my bedroom

H: And what is that?

C: Harry Potter villains, these horribly creepy waifish undead that kiss you and suck out your soul.

H: Great line.

Kiss me.

C: They are 7 ft. tall and have rotting hands and no faces and black billowy robes and I think they may be real. hahaha!

H: Suck out my soul.

C: I already did that.

H: Yes.

But at least you left me alive.

C: Barely.

We barely got out alive

--the both of us.

H: Alive is alive.

My Morning Jacket in 4 days!

Jim James! The cape! The bear! Wordless Chorus! Gideon! Several of my most favorite people on the planet all together! Hopefully no rain! It doesn't matter anyways! I would stand in a hurricane! Freak-out! (I took the top two pictures. Cough. Cough.)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Never a huge fan of Incubus...

But I've had a crush on Brandon Boyd for about 11 years.

Louisa May Alcott

"I want to do something splendid…
Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead…
I think I shall write books."


"...[She] felt as if she were both a stranger to herself and more herself than she'd ever been."

Shai quote of year.

I really don't think I'll ever forget this one.

Scene: About two weeks ago, my little gentleman is standing at the top of my stairs, Keith is about to leave to go get us all ice cream.

I reach up to give Keith a goodbye hug and he kisses me on the cheek.

Shai yells out to him, rather accusingly, "You like kissin' her?!"

My jaw drops as a huge smile sneaks across Keith's face. He responds, "Yeah, I guess I do. She is really nice."

Hands on his hips, head wagging reproachfully, Shai retorts, "Well, she likes kissin' me." (Huge emphasis placed on the word me.)

After I stop laughing, I tell him, "Yeah bird, I do. You are totally right."

The territorial instincts of a 4 year old boy, matched with his hilarious personality and attitude, makes for the best Shai-quote yet. :)

Well, besides the time when he randomly whispered, "Jesus died on the cross." And then followed it up with, "Man, Jesus is so crazy. He is just such a crazy guy."

Super men

Monday, April 26, 2010

I want to die on your chest

"I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love."
-M. Ondaatje


"Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy."

Old Blood

Russian hat day.

From Vogue, Russia. Iris Strubegger & Heidi Mount

Stephen Hawking says that aliens most certainly exist.

Well, that's that.

My father enjoys pointing away from mountains.

Apparently to direct our attention to where his Teepee will inevitably go.

With the right person

a text message can be like the modern day equivalent of a (really little) love letter.

Being a writer/reader/word-a-holic in any form available, I love this technology.

So are you a Seeker or a Chaser?


I think I was born strong-willed. That's not the kind of thing you can learn. The advantage is, you stick to what you believe in and rarely get pushed out of what you want to do. -Joan Jett

When the hammer strikes a nail

When the hammer strikes a nail, the extreme force of the blow on the broad head is transmitted without loss to the point. The head of the nail is the whole of eternity and the point of that nail is pressed to the center of the human heart. -Simone Weil

Sunday, April 25, 2010

I love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face.

Jack: Which direction did yours go?
Francis: What do you mean?
Jack: Your feathers... mine blew toward the mountains.
Francis: That's not right. It's not suppose to get blown away. You're suppose to blow on it then bury it.
Peter: I didn't get that. I still have mine.
Francis: You guys didn't do it right. I asked if you read the instructions. You did it wrong... I tried my hardest. I don't know what to do.
Peter: I don't think Dad would've hated it.

Friday, April 23, 2010

This summer

is already looking marvelous. I've got Chicago in a week (which involves a bed and breakfast in Wicker Park! What?!), My Morning Jacket the day after returning from Chicago (Jim James, we meet again.), Boston in a month (Walden Pond! Emerson! Finally! ah!), film-making all July, Texas in August, and lots of fun-having, adventuring, loving, and reading in-between.

I'm rather excited about it.


But when the moon was very low
And wild winds bound within their cell,
The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.

One of my favorite places in the world.

The Hall of Mirrors, Versailles

A visual ode to Steve, Herman, Bob, Peter, Badger, Raleigh, Polonius, etc.

It's been at least 2 days...

and what is sorely lacking from our lives? Why, an Audrey Hepburn picture of course!

The dance that is James Wright's poetry.

They are terrified. They touch.
Life is too much.

She flies away sorrowing.
Sorrowing, she goes alone.

Then her small falcon, gone.
Will not rise here again.

Smaller than she, he goes
Claw beneath claw beneath
Needles and leaning boughs,

While she, the lovelier
Of these brief differing two,
Floats away sorrowing,

Tall as my love for you,

And almost lonelier.

Delighted in the delighting,
I love you in mid-air,
I love myself the ground.

The great wings sing nothing
Lightly. Lightly fall.