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Friday, January 28, 2011
I just came upon this. It's too beautiful.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
There are some Beautiful Things here...just look.
There are bracelets made of shell
found in a silly jokeshop for a dollar,
and sun in the morning when it's so very cold.
There are promises of friends,
an paint, thick on the end of a trembling brush.
found in a silly jokeshop for a dollar,
and sun in the morning when it's so very cold.
There are promises of friends,
an paint, thick on the end of a trembling brush.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The Whole World Over
I have been reading this year, just like I promised. Well, maybe not just like. I thought I'd be reading a lot more than I am, but I am still reading. This week (and last) I read The Whole World Over by Julia Glass. I picked it up at the Book Thing because of its good reviews and because the main character is a cook.
Julia Glass' writing is rich. The care she takes with her words makes the book a deep, delicious piece of chocolate cake, with hazelnut icing. Or perhaps one of Greenie's famous lemon tarts.
Glass follows four New Yorkers around the city, through their departures and travels, and in and out of old loves, lost memories, and new relationships. Greenie, a feisty baker, Alan, her troubled husband, and Walter, their flamboyant neighbor open the book with frustration and longing. Saga, a city-visitor, after her accident, is constantly struggling to remember words and old kindnesses. She stumbles upon new-old truths throughout.
The book itself was an opening of these doors for me. There are things that I'd forgotten with not-reading. The truth of a one-page conversation's ability to stir me through the rest of my day, a character's rigorous soul-searching way of stirring my own soul to look deeper.
The Whole World Over is no epic novel. The reading is quick and burbling. It turns pages quickly and doesn't force heavy questions upon the reader. The knowing is in the sweet taste of strawberry on just-light-enough angel food cake, the watchfullness of returning memories, and each character's willingness to step out into vulnerability.
Julia Glass' writing is rich. The care she takes with her words makes the book a deep, delicious piece of chocolate cake, with hazelnut icing. Or perhaps one of Greenie's famous lemon tarts.
Glass follows four New Yorkers around the city, through their departures and travels, and in and out of old loves, lost memories, and new relationships. Greenie, a feisty baker, Alan, her troubled husband, and Walter, their flamboyant neighbor open the book with frustration and longing. Saga, a city-visitor, after her accident, is constantly struggling to remember words and old kindnesses. She stumbles upon new-old truths throughout.
The book itself was an opening of these doors for me. There are things that I'd forgotten with not-reading. The truth of a one-page conversation's ability to stir me through the rest of my day, a character's rigorous soul-searching way of stirring my own soul to look deeper.
The Whole World Over is no epic novel. The reading is quick and burbling. It turns pages quickly and doesn't force heavy questions upon the reader. The knowing is in the sweet taste of strawberry on just-light-enough angel food cake, the watchfullness of returning memories, and each character's willingness to step out into vulnerability.
Friday, January 21, 2011
New Things
I am learning that there are SO many different kinds of people in the world. Like your supervisor. And mine. And your neighbor. And your mom. And even Me.
Actually, I was thinking the other day that some people are SO crazy and others are so random and scattered and yet can be both sucessful and competent with friends and careers and love lives that being stable and functional just seems silly. I look at them and think, ok, I can be a little bit over the top too, can't I? Uniformity is too much work. Be a wild child! Make people confused!
Actually, I was thinking the other day that some people are SO crazy and others are so random and scattered and yet can be both sucessful and competent with friends and careers and love lives that being stable and functional just seems silly. I look at them and think, ok, I can be a little bit over the top too, can't I? Uniformity is too much work. Be a wild child! Make people confused!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Mornings are not my most productive time. I go to bed at night with all of these plans for what I'm going to do in the morning before work bouncing around behind my very tired eyes. My easel is all set up, with the beginings of a beautiful peice on it. I have poems to write, sun salutaions to practice, and cleaning to do. There's a box of clean laundry to fold and five emails to reply to. I have my resume to work on and jobs to search for. All of these things line up against the inside of my eyelids as my planning, rushing mind winds down.
In the morning my alarm goes off at 6:35. It's set for 6:35 because I want to get up at 6:40 and my phone has a 5 minute snooze. At 6:50 I roll out of bed. Painting, writing, yoga, cleaning and emails are left behind in bed. I wash, dress, and stumble downstairs. By the time I have thrown my lunch in my bag and cooked my oatmeal, I have 15 minutes till departure time (o-7:35hours).
I have decided to let the work go. To let the business be. Mornings are not my most productive time. I have decided to read.
I love to read. When I finally embraced my mornings as my readnig time, I began to actually make it through books that I have had for ages. I picked up some new (old)books at The Book Thing too and have been reading through them.
In the late morning and early afternoon I get my creative rush. I want to make somethnig, do something, be something! I am, of course, stuck at work answering phone calls, but at least I know that I still have the drive.
-- book reviews to follow --
In the morning my alarm goes off at 6:35. It's set for 6:35 because I want to get up at 6:40 and my phone has a 5 minute snooze. At 6:50 I roll out of bed. Painting, writing, yoga, cleaning and emails are left behind in bed. I wash, dress, and stumble downstairs. By the time I have thrown my lunch in my bag and cooked my oatmeal, I have 15 minutes till departure time (o-7:35hours).
I have decided to let the work go. To let the business be. Mornings are not my most productive time. I have decided to read.
I love to read. When I finally embraced my mornings as my readnig time, I began to actually make it through books that I have had for ages. I picked up some new (old)books at The Book Thing too and have been reading through them.
In the late morning and early afternoon I get my creative rush. I want to make somethnig, do something, be something! I am, of course, stuck at work answering phone calls, but at least I know that I still have the drive.
-- book reviews to follow --
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
this is going to be a very broad statement.
if there is anyone in the world that i would like to make art just like, it would be sabrina. her art is sad and beautiful and aching, with joy and dripping juicy bites of real real live all sandwiched in.
if there is anyone in the world that i would like to make art just like, it would be sabrina. her art is sad and beautiful and aching, with joy and dripping juicy bites of real real live all sandwiched in.
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