7.21.10

i could easily have stayed there, in air-conditioned comfort, reading of solitary anarchist anger, but the cats were calling my name. i packed up bags of sandy sneakers and torn jean shorts, beach-read books barely fitting in the backpack, and walked out into the heat. my bangs, already sweaty, stuck to my forehead and my glasses slid down my nose with each step. thrift-new sneakers, though pre-worn, still had yet to be molded to my feet. my bookbag straps dug into burned and peeling shoulders; little red lines betrayed the injury. i paused the journey (after five minutes) by stopping in the corner shop for, yes, herr's + heinz ketchup flavored ripple chips. new low? the red 40 dust covering my fingers screamed junk fix. i think it's time to stop eating artificial flavoring.

7.14.10

i'm having a really hard time writing more than two paragraphs before i despise what i've written. i'm giving it a rest. i think late nights/sun exposure is slightly frying my brain.

this wuz my salty beach hair.

7.8.10

goal: this as my vision of summer

6.30.10

summer thoughts:

i appreciate the general acceptability of wearing crop tops and booty shorts as of late. it's hot, people. as i have no cleavage to speak of, bra tops really aren't that scandalous and i'm so ready to air out the midriff after months of hunching over to ward away the cold.

speaking of midriffs, i've come to realize the line between good taste and bad taste is extremely thin. i'm sure many would think i've crossed the line; this may be true, but my level of caring about that opinion also decreases with the rising mercury.

resolutions for the coming months:

more beach time. the single visit last summer, though appreciated, was hardly enough to satiate my surf appetite. i've been twice so far and plan on making that a regular occurrence. let's synch our schedules! i've got a weird work week, so it's tough, but i'm down to shuffle shifts.

less sleeping. this is a tough one, but i'm sick of wasting mornings pressing snooze. i'm awesome at sustaining five hours a night, but with no early morning commitments my self control goes way down. let's make morning plans- i'll break out the helicopter alarm again and force my sunburned ass outta bed.

basically, i want the most out of summer. give it to me hard and fast babygirl.

if only finn and coco were pals.

home.

words of widsom from a talented writer

"The difference between successful and unsuccessful people is that the first kind gain momentum from boredom and the second kind don’t!"

-Magic Molly

This is so applicable, and relevant, as I use my free time blog surfing.

still can't say she won't start up a fight

rediscovering.

i'm trying to turn on my brain again. it's been so long since i've created something satisfactory.

i basically talk a lot of game and leave things unfinished. here's to reaching completion.

diluted tribal motif

phyllis galembo

-From her 2007 exhibition at the Tang Museum at Skidmore.
It featured "large-scale color photographs from 2005 to 2006 reflect[ing] the ritual adornment and spirituality of masquerade in Nigeria, Benin and Burkina Faso in West Africa." (Tang)

via but does it float

wildflowers

-intelligent clashing

future primitive

i'm trying my best to make this a lesson in wisdom, in love, in appreciation and contentment.

if only it didn't take tragedy to raise such awareness and community support.

for sabina.

sleepover

sunny morning disco lips

tangled perspective

more from harmony

shell like breathing patterns

this is great

doodle here

just listen

it's bliss

tell me when you want to leave

that male cat urination smell sinks into the foundation of the house, irreversible, the heat only perpetuating the horror. i don't have a fan in my room, although there's a box at the top of the stairs that says "9 inch personal fan" and every time i'm walking up those steep stairs i think, "i'm your biggest fan". it might be occupied by that very object. i've never checked.

...

now, hours later, i'm schweating from too many bodies packed on a small dance floor. this room/that place is oppressive. i might just unpack the ancient fan; blow some perspective onto this situation. lord knows that's fully needed.

snack attack

cruisin' for a bruisin'

creature comforts

rejecting the bottle's call

future dreams

via weird friends and cosmic dust