11.07.2009

alice: i give myself very good advice, but i very seldom follow it.

video

leaves

cold cider

driving: windows down

thoughts going a million miles per hour

the colours are all blurred, which is beautiful and unsettling

late night talks with so many people, my body is living off of them rather than sleep.

winter upon me in the mind, almost here in the flesh, present in the memories, under my fingernails, touching my soul, and it responds happy and cold.

Alice: "I give myself very good advice,
But I very seldom follow it
"



i don't know how to follow it.

p.s. the video is from the past late-summer, with my family at Lake Michigan, stormy sunset, sky mirrored in the sand, gulls, and restless waves.

11.04.2009

the way he read it, i'll never forget.


"The close-up modifies the drama by the impact of proximity. Pain is within reach. If I stretch out my arm I touch you, and that is intimacy. I can count the eye-lashes of this suffering. I would be able to taste the tears. Never before had a face turned to mine in that way. Ever closer it presses against me, and I follow it face to face. It’s not even true that there is air between us; I consume it. It is in me like a sacrament. Maximum visual acuity."

*my silent-film prof read aloud this quote from Jean Epstein
and the whole class went still as we listened to the words roll over each other..
the way he read it
i'll never forget.

* this song won't leave me head, happily i let it live there.

11.02.2009

happy monday! is that an oxymoron...well, it shouldn't be.

into a world:
with a corner like this
puzzle & tea in the early morning
while sitting on couch like this
with this pillow
or curled up for a chat
in this bed
pick a pair of shoes for the day
or boots, as the case may be
for a stroll into town
for a shopping escapade
buying this
looking through these
or perhaps these.
back to the lake
for a hike
via an anthropologie catalog ;)

listening to:

somewhere over the rainbow/what a wonderful world - israel kamakawiwo'ole
i'll be your mirror - the velvet underground
daniel - lior
the way the war was won - your vegas
buster voodoo - rodrigo y gabriela
the entire ingrid michaelson 'everybody' album

(they have nothing in common, except all of them have been going in my ears lately)

10.27.2009

photo-i-love Tuesday, october twenty-seventh edition.

oh george and john, you are so wonderful.

love this photo because....
- it's george. it's john.
-it mixes the best of things and
-makes me laugh everytime i look at it.

on another note.
i'm in love with max's outfit, & found a pattern to make the hood part....plan on trying it out (come disaster, come ruin, come wonder?) within a few days hopefully, if my blasted-wonderful busy schedule will allow.

hope you'll forgive me for another short post.
sleep is calling, calling, calling.

10.25.2009

we have a puppy!

the new addition to our family......played with her out in the leaves this afternoon. her lolloping run, and darling puppy eyes. her big paws, and fuzzy coat....
she may be the sweetest thing i've ever come across.
Welcome little Pascha into our hearts!

10.24.2009

FIVE.


5 current obsessions...hmmm....
was tagged by Wonderlander with the 'Your Blog is "freakin" Fabulous'. RULES: (see above sentence + pass the award onto 5 fabuluous blogs + mention the blogger who tagged you + let the other bloggers know you've tagged them + have fun)

1.
via here
[layering clothes for fall/mis-matched things/cozy sweaters/plaids/clothes that make you want to jump in the leaves]
2.
[the soundtrack for Where the Wild Things Are/i saw the movie impromptu late last night, we took up one whole row and were so united in laughing and interacting with the movie all alone in the theater room it was like we were five-year-olds/so many good quotes from the movie/far better than i expected it to be/the Karen O and the Kids soundtrack is so curious....take a listen....]
* Sailing Home
*
Lost Fur

3. [soy candles/last night at had drinks & dessert for a friends birthday at mind, body & spirit. night was: little saki cups of organic beer, flipping through a book of 1930's charcoal sketches of Parisians, talking of our futures as soon-to-graduating-college-students, and an apple-crisp w/ handmade vanilla icecream. and while there fell for these candles.

with scents like:


Apple jack & peel
Asian spice
Bayberry
Balsam spice
Celadon frost
Citrus sage
Gingered jasmine
Mulberry wine
Tobacco shop?
Sunbathe?
Storm watch?
Satin sheets?


(and like 50 more, go to the site just to read them!)


4.

[watching old reel film and a old reel projector/experienced this for the first time in cinema class last week/the stuttering at the beginning, whirring sound, like the fluttering heartbeat shooting out images of life in silent motion/a projector with an audience is the only way to watch those old films]


5.

[friends & family]


i tag the last 5 followers:

*Under Lock and Key
*miscellaneous files, etc. cetera
*IT'S LIFE AND IT'S HAPPENING
*Pieces of Katie-Jane
*Pretty Clouds and City Dreams

10.21.2009

phenakistoscope dancing.

i am in the midst of studying studying studying for silent film (exam in 3 hours). everything from the "cinema of attractions" through to grand Movie Palaces of the 1920's. Méliès trick films, analytical staging, the one-reel era, nickelodeons ....above is a phenakistoscope in action....

10.19.2009

wild things' forts.

Hi! We transferred half of my living room into a double storey wonder-land. We had the jazz blaring and the warm breeze flowing through our tiny window. we had lollies, an elephant tea pot, juice, lots of bubbles, blankets and pillows. We filled it with our favourite things, it was incredible. This photograph does not do it justice, it was simply the most cozy and happy place I’ve been for so long. I was high on life. If we don’t win, we don’t even mind, because this competition inspired us to have the most fun we’ve had since we actually were 5. Thankyou for the best day! It was heart breaking having to take it down. xx Caitlin Frunks + Ellie Glen

a fort project inspired by Where the Wild Things Are
there are pages and pages of forts people built...& the quote above was from two participants. fab eh?

today i have:
*taped a double-paged picture from Toast on my wall.
*started a second mug of pens/pencils/markers/brushes on my desk
*mourned the loss of my camera (rest in peace faithful companion)
*sheets in the laundry
*my dream was filled with lightning and exploring a balcony-filled structure last night
*added 3 ticket stubs to my book
*putting off writing dance-culture paper (currently)
*okay, homework here i come......blahh....lol.
*

10.16.2009

in a neo-noir victorian britain, a young flying message courier stumbles upon...

...a flying fish which spurs him into conflict with a sneering wizard, and with the help of a bookish female scholar with mousy brown hair and her propensity for being captured, culminating in a cliffhanger for the sake of prompting a series.

um,
to make sense of this, go HERE. ;)

...................

so, two things for you before i jump under the covers and try to get some shut eye, for tomorrow i head on a bus (with fellow college-mates) to the faraway land of Cedar Point. it was discounted tickets through my school, and so, why not eh?
though i may need several layers of clothing (a coat? mittens?)
dear me.
oh rollercoasters
oh october weather!

i have a dear penpal to thank for introducing me to this band:

The Gaslight Anthem