“It’s surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.” - Barbara Kingsolver Those tiny little details. That shirt I wore. Or that food I ordered. That song I heard. A beautiful moment and a warm feeling. Reminiscing can be deadly.
expanding on a previous thought
There’s humor and heartbreak. Hope and fear. Clarity and confusion. Glorious juxtapositions. The light burns and blinds and we want to hide from it and ourselves. Reality is potent and electrifying, traveling each ravine to get back to ground level. There you go, illuminating everything I didn’t want to admit… to you, or anyone for that matter. And so, I look myself square in...
Do not seek to change what has come before. Seek to create that which has not.– David Airey
But by the time I'm close to you, I lose my...
So now you have it.
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and...– Edna St. Vincent Millay (via schwer)
In visiting my local Dunkin’ Donuts yesterday, I stopped and talked with the girl who makes my coffee. She said she wasn’t going anywhere for a while… but you could tell in how she said it that it wasn’t for lack of wanting to try. I don’t accept this for her.
Keep your hands steady. Keep focused. (The voice inside tries to command.) It would be so much easier to assume there’s no point in trying. Each element to be put in place. Each color, each bead, each everything carefully positioned. What if this design doesn’t work? What if you don’t love as much as you did when you saw it in your head? One must innovate or be left behind. ...
I like it when in songs some of the instrumentals are played in reverse.
Achingly beautiful. Weighing the beauty and...
The heat is on, they gotta confer!– My mom, at the Phillies game with bases loaded
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...– Jack Kerouac Fact.
What are sisters for? Listening to your slightly abstract rambling after a glass of wine, wondering about direction and the future… “I’m just as scared of success as failure,” I say… Insanity? But the expectations to accompany that! And the risks… the gears are turning. She’s settling in her dorm at Stanford… a real dorm! Not barracks on a ship, not...
I had to write this before I go anywhere. I have a feeling I’d forget to tomorrow, on the actual day. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years. Frankly, I’m more detached from it than I’d like to be. I recall where I was. This was the first half of my junior year of high school. I believe I was in health class. Mr. Wink was my teacher; I remember he was a pretty funny...
There is a Jewish story, an ordinary Jewish joke. A father was teaching his...– April Epner (Helen Hunt), Then She Found Me (2007)
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Thoughts after a too-long meeting
Stop. Collaborate. Listen. And Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. That is all.
some early morning thoughts and questions
Out of sight, out of mind. Sometimes I wish that were as true for me as it seems to be for most. I wonder if the weather mimics my state of mind sometimes… i.e. it’s foggy this morning. Ever just get overwhelmed by the vastness of the world? The origination of some fashion trends is perplexing. But then again… so is the origination of the fashion industry. We’ve evolved...
Words, thoughts, feelings, motivations, dreams, curiousities and questions constantly make a mad dash from my brain for an outlet. I overwhelmingly and undoubtedly always feel exposed to the world, open before you all… That every emotion I’ve ever experienced is written all over my face and you know it in spite of any effort. I’m a bundle of nerve endings. How strange it is.
Sometimes I surge with power. Sometimes I am unable to buckle down my euphoria. Sometimes I feel really terrible. Sometimes I want to go home. Sometimes I hate my body. Sometimes I want someone to love all my faults. Sometimes I don’t want anyone to look at me. Sometimes I don’t say what I feel. Sometimes I regret what I did. Sometimes sometimes I wish I was six. -...
I’m going to buy that record player and play this. The end.
Just met with a new friend for dinner. We were in Old City in Philly and I got to slow down, walk around and observe things like I don’t often get to, but quite enjoy. Spotted this little bakery called Tartes. The building is small and stone. It’s painted a slightly dusty pink, and the side stone wall is missing a huge portion of the color, but it catches your eye. Walk to the front of it… The...
Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for...– Louisa May Alcott Spot on.