seriouslythough:
We all know my obsession with libraries, and now I can smell like one. In the Library perfume smells like “a signed first edition of a favorite novel, Russian and Moroccan leather bindings, worn cloth and a hint of wood polish.”
as a former librarian…. I MUST HAVE THIS!
A flickr account dedicated to nothing but photo’s of Dylan… quite amazing. I’ve never seen more than half of these.
thanks to my friend Mark for the lead.
Thoughts on the "L-Word"
So, I posted this on an old blog of mine awhile back, but I feel those of you out there in Tumblr land will appreciate it as well.
Women love men; men love women. This is how it goes. But there is too much talk of love with nothing to support such a heavy claim. You say “I Love You” with no conviction, no promise, and no meaning, but say it all the time. It sounds right because the feeling is intense at times… but it is only a feeling, all too similar to lust. There is a fine line between the two, but the divide stands to tell all the difference.
So. I challenge you, both men and women, to not toss around the L-word like a juggler in the circus to create emotional, feel-good attachments between one another (which just make things really painful when you realize in the end that you don’t truly love one another enough to selflessly serve the other for the rest of his or her life)… and to remember that love is not just one or two of these, but all of them combined:
“Love is patient, love is kind,
it does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud, it is not rude
it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices in the truth.
Love always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, and endures all things.
Love never ends.
Love never fails.”
- 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 -
True love. The kind of love that sticks to your ribs like oatmeal and stings like the fumes of the freshly-minced onion. This is the kind of love which every man should desire, but cannot appreciate until he or she has earned it. It is not something that falls in your lap when it’s most convenient for you.
True love never speaks its own name until it is willing to sacrifice everything for the other person.
True love is not just voluntary and emotional, but rather it wills itself to out-serve, out-love and outlast the other.
True love is prudent and self-controlled, and above all it is selfless.
It is the manifestation of what is left after a person has sacrificed everything for another.
(line about the freshly minced onion was borrowed from my friend Sarah Marie. I thought it was genius)
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The Willowz - Get Down
Because while I was on the phone with a friend of mine today, she brought up the fact that when we saw them play a few summers ago it was the first time we’d ever seen anyone fall over on stage… but definitely not the last.
…
anyways, they’re pretty awesome.
AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just got a phone call from a local gallery wanting to display some of my photography!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
*ehem*
sorry, I’m really excited.
now the fun part…. picking the pieces,matting, and framing. :(
A photo I snapped some time ago while I was out driving… it’s always been one of my favorites.
I’m incredibly lonely tonight… I’m sitting here filling out job applications in bed while Uncle Tupelo (Jeff Tweddy’s first band) is playing in the background. I’ve been home (actually, I don’t consider Indiana my home, South Carolina is my home and it always will be) for a week now and I’m already starting to wish I was back at school. I know, crazy… for whatever reason though I’ve felt incredibly disconnected since I’ve been back. I don’t really feel like I belong here. My friends at school have become my family, and I miss them terribly.
This sadness may all be due to the fact that I did talk to my father the other day… it went about as I had expected it to… not well. My mom and I haven’t really ever been that close either. I mean, we love each other more than anything, but because of everything our relationship is more like that of business partners… we make sure the other stays afloat… we help each other when it’s needed, and every once and awhile we’re good for some moral support… but we’re not affectionate like most mother-daughters are.
I treat my Nana more like a mother… I’m so glad that she’s here for me to be around… I was actually visiting her today and we talked for nearly 4 hours about absolutely nothing and everything all at the same time… I swear we’re the same person sometimes… she just happens to be the 87 year old version of me. I have more of a mother-daughter relationship with her, I think. She took care of me while my mom worked everyday, she picked me up from school, I stayed with her when my mom went on business trips, I pretty much lived with her in the summer…. We just have an incredible bond that I wouldn’t give up for anything in the whole world…
I don’t know… I’m in a funk. I think I need some chocolate cake and coffee to cheer me up. ho-hum, hooray for more internet over-sharing.
Suggested Summer Reading.
Well, it’s that time of year again when I can put down the text books and pick up something to read that doesn’t make me want to pull out my hair…
First on my list is ”Jennie: The Life of Lady Randolph Churchill” by Ralph G. Martin. This is actually not one book, but two. ”The Romantic Years 1854-1895” and ”The Dramatic Years 1895-1921”. I’ve been wanting to read some sort of biography on her for yeaaaars now, and I think I’ve finally found two books that will suffice.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
So, what’s on everyone’s summer reading list?
awesomeroadtrip:
Storm full speed ahead.
funny… the radar on my life looks about the same.
neat photo though.
“ They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made… ”
Gatsby.
Sometimes people act like Toms and Daisies, and they don’t even know it. But most of the time, they totally know it.
(via rach)
Indeed. I’ve come across a few in my days.
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Coldplay - Viva La Vida
could anyone ask for a better theme song to go along with summer ‘08?
I don’t think so.
Summer Concert List
My summer concert list is shaping up to be quite amazing.
1) Rilo Kiley - May 24th in Chicago
2) Death Cab For Cutie - June 14th in Indy
3) Coldplay - July 5th in Michigan
4) Radiohead - August 3rd in Indy
5) Wilco - August 4th in Indy
… and that’s only the beginning
Last night was so much fun. One of my best friends from Seattle made a surprise trip home for the weekend. I miss him SO much. We ran around Purdue’s campus causing chaos and then we called it a night after some coffee and tarot card reading… haha, he is a character. I think it’s time that I make another trip out to the amazing city that is Seattle, WA.
Words
Where do words come from?
From what rubbing of sounds are they born
on what flint do they light their wicks
what winds brought them into our mouths
Their past is the rustling of stifled silences
the trumpeting of molten elements
the grunting of stagnant waters
Sometimes
they grip each other with a cry
expand into lamentations
become mist on the windows of dead houses
crystallize into chips of grief on dead lips
attach themselves to a fallen star
dig their hole in nothingness
breathe out strayed souls
Words are rocky tears
the keys to the first doors
they grumble in caverns
lend their ruckus to storms
their silence to bread that’s ovened alive
-Vénus Khoury-Ghata
Translated by Marilyn Hacker
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Matt Pond PA - New Hampshire
