I love reading ESL stuff. I think it's s hilarious. (Everything Is Illuminated cracked me up for just that reason. Then again, it also made me sob - and on NJ Transit nonetheless) Right now I'm reading The Story of the Trapp Family Singers (I know... I thought it would be lame too, but it's actually GREAT) and she's telling stories about when they first move to New York...
"There was, for instance, the lady who wanted to buy cauliflower.
"'How much?' she asked the grocer.
"'Ninety cents," was the asnwer.
"'What?' She was outraged. 'Behold your cauliflower. I can become cauliflower myself for forty cents around the corner!'
"(Such things happen when you take words from your own language and translate them into similar-sounding words in English, thinking they mean the same thing. The word for 'keep' in German is behalten, and if we want to 'get' soemthing, we said bekommen.)
"Another incident happened to a priest friend of ours. When he first arrived in this country, he went to a religious house.
"The lay brother who showed him to his quarters asked: 'Is there anything else you would need, Father?'
"'Well,' said Father thoughtfully, 'a set of new bowels every Saturday. Just hang them on the doorknob.'
"The lay brother seemed so startled by this request that Father had to point to a towel in his room to illustrate his wish."
Hm. On second thought, maybe I am just a huge dork...
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
it's a bit late, but
here is this year's t0-do list, my 23 things before I turn 24.
1.practice calligraphy
2. make crepes
3. go ice skating outside
4. attend a yoga seminar
5. get to Hawaii
6. take a dance class
7. be in 4 plays
8. finish the garden
9. read 12 books
10. read 12 plays
11. learn to felt
12. study autism
13. eat course upon course at Domani
14. knit a pair of socks
15. do some tie-dying
16. finish Rosetta Stone
17. make snow angels with Mica
18. fill a whole notebook with writing
19. get some wellies
20. celebrate solstice
21. explore 2 new museums
22. print linocut postcards
23. make the move
1.
2. make crepes
3. go ice skating outside
4.
5.
6. take a dance class
7. be in 4 plays
8. finish the garden
9. read 12 books
10. read 12 plays
11. learn to felt
12. study autism
13.
14.
15. do some tie-dying
16. finish Rosetta Stone
17.
18. fill a whole notebook with writing
19.
20.
21. explore 2 new museums
22.
23. make the move
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
as if I needed more reasons to love Anthropologie
Frank Lloyd Wright Lego architecture
Trey Speegle inspired puzzle (with awesome puzzle pieces)
I have always been a sucker for puzzles and Legos, but these blew me away.
Trey Speegle inspired puzzle (with awesome puzzle pieces)
I have always been a sucker for puzzles and Legos, but these blew me away.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
pretty tough
i generally look forward to solstice and seasons and all, but this year i am having a hard time accepting the coming of winter.
[image via elbira]
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I want to beg of you much as I can to be patient
toward all that's unsolved in your heart,
and learn to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms, or like books that are
written in a very foreign tongue.
Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you,
because you would not be able to live them,
and the point is to live everything.
Live the question now,
perhaps you will then, gradually, without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.
From "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rainer Maria Rilke
toward all that's unsolved in your heart,
and learn to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms, or like books that are
written in a very foreign tongue.
Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you,
because you would not be able to live them,
and the point is to live everything.
Live the question now,
perhaps you will then, gradually, without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.
From "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rainer Maria Rilke
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Amelia Earhart
I went to see Amelia a couple weeks ago and fell in love with her tomboy pilot style.
Now I need to find a good excuse for wearing a jumpsuit... hm.
[Third image is Hilary Swank as Amelia Earhart]
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
"WILD THING!"
(There are also pillows and t shirts and, of course, a movie to check out too!!)
Friday, September 11, 2009
She would let herself dream every once in a while, not as a way to forget - as a way to remember.
"It's much more splendid," she thought, "to keep some delicious secrets for myself (to enjoy when I've slipped off alone or lie awake at night), than to share the precious moments and spread them thin among all the others. I daresay they wouldn't appreciate it quite well enough, and, frankly, I doubt anyone would believe me if I told them."
[photo via theblackapple]
"It's much more splendid," she thought, "to keep some delicious secrets for myself (to enjoy when I've slipped off alone or lie awake at night), than to share the precious moments and spread them thin among all the others. I daresay they wouldn't appreciate it quite well enough, and, frankly, I doubt anyone would believe me if I told them."
[photo via theblackapple]
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
"Begin
at the beginning," the king said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end; then stop."
[Alice's Adventures in Wonderland]
[Alice's Adventures in Wonderland]
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
6.6.09
The wedding was very much like other weddings, where the parties have no taste for finery or parade; and Mrs. Elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own.--"Very little white satin, very few lace veils; a most pitiful business!--Selina would stare when she heard of it."--But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union.
--Jane Austen, Emma
--Jane Austen, Emma
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
A favorite
"When I looked up and saw that woman walking her white cat on its red leash, I thought, oh, I'm lucky, it must be a sign. But then I thought, more likely these things are happening all the time whether I'm looking or not. I should look more! But there is pleasure too, in not looking but believing that some kind of circus is always at my back, or paused, just to the left of center, or right there in front of me, waiting for my wink."
[ Titian Sleuth]
[ Titian Sleuth]
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
"They are a rotten crowd,"
I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together."
I've always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end. First he nodded politely, and then his face broke into that radiant and understanding smile, as if we'd been in ecstatic cahoots on that fact all the time.
[The Great Gatsby]
I've always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end. First he nodded politely, and then his face broke into that radiant and understanding smile, as if we'd been in ecstatic cahoots on that fact all the time.
[The Great Gatsby]
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
[closing]
If you'd done it before, you'd understand the sweetness of it. The sweetness, and yet also the quiet fear.
The quiet fear of rejection. or misunderstanding.
You know, the kind of fear you can't really talk about, can't release. You just hold on to it; it's pitted in your stomach, the muscles contracted, holding tightly to this intense yet quiet fear of their thoughts.
You do know, don't you?
If you've never done it, you wouldn't understand the experience. And even if you have, you still might not understand my thrill.
The thrill of stepping outside yourself and inhabiting another. With a different voice, personality...different habits, clothes, dreams. For a short time you are that person. You are someone else. And you can feel it. You can tell.
The quiet fear of rejection. or misunderstanding.
You know, the kind of fear you can't really talk about, can't release. You just hold on to it; it's pitted in your stomach, the muscles contracted, holding tightly to this intense yet quiet fear of their thoughts.
You do know, don't you?
If you've never done it, you wouldn't understand the experience. And even if you have, you still might not understand my thrill.
The thrill of stepping outside yourself and inhabiting another. With a different voice, personality...different habits, clothes, dreams. For a short time you are that person. You are someone else. And you can feel it. You can tell.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Naomi Shihab Nye
The Arabs used to say,
When a stranger appears at your door,
feed him for three days
before asking who he is,
where he's come from,
where he's headed.
That way, he'll have strength enough
to answer.
Or, by then you'll be such good friends
You don't care.
Let's go back to that.
Rice? Pine nuts?
Here, take the red brocade pillow.
My child will serve water
to your horse.
No, I was not busy when you came!
I was not preparing to be busy.
That's the armor everyone put on
at the end of the century
to pretend they have a purpose
in the world.
I refuse to be claimed.
Your plate is waiting.
We will snip fresh mint
into your tea.
When a stranger appears at your door,
feed him for three days
before asking who he is,
where he's come from,
where he's headed.
That way, he'll have strength enough
to answer.
Or, by then you'll be such good friends
You don't care.
Let's go back to that.
Rice? Pine nuts?
Here, take the red brocade pillow.
My child will serve water
to your horse.
No, I was not busy when you came!
I was not preparing to be busy.
That's the armor everyone put on
at the end of the century
to pretend they have a purpose
in the world.
I refuse to be claimed.
Your plate is waiting.
We will snip fresh mint
into your tea.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
World's Smallest Postal Service
miniature letters written on a miniature desk...to be read by miniature magnifying glass!
ahhhh, it's magical.
(man, what I would give to be a WSPS delivery worker...)
ahhhh, it's magical.
(man, what I would give to be a WSPS delivery worker...)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I've realized..
that my computer is much smarter than I am.
And I don't know if I should find that to be distressing, or a relief.
And I don't know if I should find that to be distressing, or a relief.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
ACONITE
Deep in the earth I woke, I stirred.
I said, "Was that the Spring I heard?
For something called!"
"No, no," they said;
"Go back to sleep, go back to bed.
You're far too soon;
The world's too cold
For you, so small." So I was told.
But how could I go back to sleep?
I could not wait; I had to peep!
O wintry world, see me, awake!
Spring calls and comes; 'tis no mistake.
[Spring Flower Fairies, by Cicely Mary Barker]
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I'd work for FedEx, sure.
I bought a new computer on Sunday. It's all been very exciting. The last couple days I've been tracking it as it travelled from Shanghai to Anchorage to Indianapolis to Philadelphia to Fort Washington...and then to my home. Yay! When I heard the knock on the door this morning, I bounded down the stairs, opened the door, and said, smiling, "Hello! I was hoping it'd be you."
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
None of us,
no, not one of us, ever remains the same. We are always changing. With every choice, every action... every inaction, we change. Every conversation, every confession. Every promise, every lie. Every dream, every decision. We change.
Look at me.
And, look at me now. Do you see the difference? I'm different from when you last saw me.
Do you see it?
Look at me.
And, look at me now. Do you see the difference? I'm different from when you last saw me.
Do you see it?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Blitzen Trapper
so...I love these guys. and this video is pretty sweet too.
Good news: they'll be in Philly on Sunday.
Bad news: I can't go!
Monday, February 23, 2009
i'd pick the Red Right Hand
but that's just me..
(by the way, i got this image off of lovelypackage.com - my new favorite website. it showcases some of the best product packaging. and i am a sucker for good package design.)
(by the way, i got this image off of lovelypackage.com - my new favorite website. it showcases some of the best product packaging. and i am a sucker for good package design.)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
i have this vague dream..
I hadn't thought about it in a bit, but this morning my mom sent me this link, and now my mind is whirling again.
I want to run a lunch cart...well, more of a lunch van. I want to make sandwiches and salad and arnold palmers and pie, pack it all into a van, and drive to select locations to sell the famished people some decent food. I'll do it in one of those shiny silver old school trailers... or in a green VW bus. I'll play spunky music, write the menu on a chalkboard. I even have a name.
This is one of those vague dreams that you know probably won't ever happen, and you're okay with that -- because it's just so nice to think about. And, boy, have I thought about it...
I want to run a lunch cart...well, more of a lunch van. I want to make sandwiches and salad and arnold palmers and pie, pack it all into a van, and drive to select locations to sell the famished people some decent food. I'll do it in one of those shiny silver old school trailers... or in a green VW bus. I'll play spunky music, write the menu on a chalkboard. I even have a name.
This is one of those vague dreams that you know probably won't ever happen, and you're okay with that -- because it's just so nice to think about. And, boy, have I thought about it...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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