24 1 / 2012
Exhausted, but can’t sleep. So instead I draw pomegranate blossoms. Have you seen them before? I haven’t outside of photos, but they look so strange!
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16 1 / 2012
I have had a strange day.
When I got off the train and stepped to the end of the platform this morning, a red-tailed hawk flew out directly in front of me, maybe a foot above my head. I have been seeing them often in the last few months (just a week ago one flew above me, circled, and then landed on a church steeple that I was about to pass), but have never seen one that close.
I received a very kind email, so kind, that I’m not quite sure how to respond to it yet. Strangers have been writing me lately, asking questions and sharing stories. I love it.
On the way home I was waiting for the T at downtown crossing, keeping my eyes on the ground like I always do when I’m at downtown crossing, and a man with his dog sat on the bench next to me. The dog studied me for a few moments, then stood and moved towards me and put his head against my knees until I began to pet him. I told the man that it was the best thing that had happened to me all day, but what I really meant was, it was the best thing that has happened to me in weeks. Then, when the dog stood by my side until the subway came, I cried.
I stopped for groceries on the way home, and when I stepped out of the store afterward snow hit my face. Snow. By the time I got to Davis, the ground was covered, the first time I’ve seen it white this winter, and I walked home instead of catching the bus, even though it was already past 10 and the groceries made me late, letting it stick to my clothes and freeze my cheeks.
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14 1 / 2012
I love this map. I love my home.
(Source: loveandrambles, via followthemoon-zz)
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14 1 / 2012
"See, that’s my model of friendship; it’s something I crystallized when I was 12 and hasn’t changed. When I was 12, I knew how to have a friend. You rode bikes around and played with stuff and talked. That was a friend. Sometimes you snuck out at night. You had adventures. You explored stuff, like broken ships’ hulls, and swamps and forests, and you captured small invertebrates and studied them. That was a friend. What is a friend now? I dunno! Someone you have dinner with? I hate the having dinner with! Having dinner with is not fun! Dinner is what you have to quit playing and come in the house to have! Dinner is something your friend can’t come out because he’s having! Why is everyone always having dinner? I don’t want dinner! I want to go out in a boat! Having dinner is too adult. I want beanbag chairs and an outdoor swing. I want party treats, noisemakers and funny hats. I want cake and a screaming fit."
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12 1 / 2012
I have an irrational love of “what’s in my bag” posts. Maybe it’s because I’m mildly obsessive compulsive, maybe it’s because I’m mildly voyeuristic, but either way, I find myself reading each bag-filled post thoroughly. So when I saw this post on Fieldguided this morning, I found myself inspired to dump out my bag and snap a photo (I have the absolute crappiest camera though, I apologize!).
From left to right, top row first:
1. iPod touch, my constant companion. I use it primarily for instagram, checking my email and google reader from the train, and music on my long commute to/from work. (I need better headphones, and would love some recommendations!)
2. Blackberry Curve. This baby is almost 2 years old and on its way out. I’m definitely upgrading to an iPhone when it’s time to renew my contract.
3. Tree/bird wallet, custom made for me by mmmily on etsy. I love this thing - it has a large zipper pouch for cash, and a smaller one in the front for various cards.
4. Ahh, my T pass. My most expensive monthly bill (other than rent).
5. Bag from H&M. I am afraid of owning nice bags because I am outside in all sorts of weather, have a trouble-making cat (you’ll see that she invited herself into this photo), and am very accident prone. When winter is over, I’ll be going back to a tote.
Bottom row:
6. I’m re-reading The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, which was a gift from my friend Sophie.
7. This bag is smallish, so I don’t carry a lot of makeup in it. A long-empty covergirl powder case that I use for the mirror, Almay under-eye concealer (I have awful hereditary dark circles), Burt’s Bees lip balm, and a tiny bottle of Lubriderm for dry wintery hands (and my healing tattoo).
8. Green heart pencil case that I’ve had since 2005! It was a gift from my friend Erin, who I’ve known for probably 8-9 years now, but whom I’ve never met. She lives in Canada.
9. Eraser and pencil sharpener.
10. Sketchbook Project 2012! I’ve been carrying it around but not working in it consistently. But the postmark date is in 19 days, so I keep it with me in case I get the itch.
11. The drawing utensils that I carry with me change from time to time, but these are usually the constants. Microns (08, 03, 005.. there’s usually an 05 in there too), a red fine-point marker like pen (used rarely, but I really like it), black and red pilot ballpoints, white gel pen, and a mechanical pencil.
Show me what’s in your bag, too?
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06 1 / 2012
LOVE YOU SO MUCH SOMERVILLE
This is in my town and I pass it almost every day. The sign always says something blunt and hilarious. In September it was something like, “kids are back in school / we’ll help you celebrate.”
(Source: jugtownradio)
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