We Never Change

Today's 'doodle,' featuring Coldplay lyrics and my own wooden house.

4.23.2012

My nephew found a friend. Just kidding. He thought this was the most ridiculous looking bear ever. We laughed so hard.

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At the end of the day, we gathered at Belmont's Curb Cafe to say goodbye to one of our friends who is graduating next weekend and going to to Texas to be the RUF intern at Trinity. It was sad, and good, like most true things in our lives.

4.20-22.2012, a North-Westernly Weathered Weekend

Had my first taste of 'Squirt' this weekend, graciously offered to me by KB on the porch of her 1914 home.

Got most of my books arranged on the new bookshelves. It was a very satisfying feeling.

Loving having thistles on my desk.

Saturday morning this little guy woke me up by running circles around my window.

Spent Saturday evening embroidering while my roommate was out on the town, a fine example of my I compared to her E.

Met Gabe and Otto at the park on Sunday morning. It was a BEAUTIFUL day.

Was a guest of Lovey and Dali (barely tolerated, however).

Noticed the layers of Music Row fences.

Brother (photo by sister)

Sister (photo by brother)

And ended the day hanging out with Bru and Rooster, then Brittany and Matt, Sydney and Rachel, and then watching MadMen.

(Rooster would lick you through the interwebs, if he could)

Calamity Song

Today's doodle, thanks to The Decemberists' Calamity Song

4.19.2012

Yesterday was a golden day: My dad brought me a surprise of thistles!When I got home from work this was waiting for me on my doorstep!

I ate a bowl of Life cereal

Hung out with the sun on my porch

Watched bees drill holes in my house

 

Watched Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom with several good friends

Listened as Brandon serenaded us with cheesy 90's love songs

National Anthem

A Summery doodle, brought to you by too much Lana Del Rey.

4.17.2012

Got to meet our friends' KB and Bru's new baby, Rooster. He's precious.

Then we got coffee and went to Otto's house for a while before the show, which is always nice.

Off to the show!

(There's always an odd crowd here, that makes me want to leave . .. but we stayed through my favorite song.)

(The Boxer Rebellion)
Best song: Both Sides Are Even
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I wish that when I wrote poetry, it wasn't so blasted dependent on specific details. If I post half of what I wrote, it would make my life so awkward, because everyone would know what current events I was referring to. And if I made it more ambiguous, it would lose its meaning altogether. The past isn't an issue, I feel like I can say whatever I want to there because it is quite done, but I'm afraid of upsetting delicate balances between the revelation of everyday interaction with people and the way my mind is interpreting that interaction. Does that make sense? What to do? Who knows.

4.16.2012

No pictures from yesterday and here's why: I came home and fell asleep at 5:30 pm and slept until this morning. Seriously. It was, however, a notable day because it was my best friend's 1st wedding anniversary!

(Just before the ceremony started!)

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But tonight I'm seeing The Boxer Rebellion!

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And there's only 96 days until I see the West coast again!

4.13-15.2012; or, A SavorySpringSweet Weekend

The week had been less than kind to me. (For example: On the way into the funeral of a wonderful man, my friend Aidan's father, I dropped my iPhone on the sidewalk and the glass on the front splintered into a million pieces, but they stayed on the phone, thankfully. I've ordered a new part and am going to attempt to repair it myself. Attempt.)

But the weekend was a balm for my crackling heart.

Gabe called me on Friday night to see if I could pick him up from the gallery, since his car broke down, and we drove past this lovely church. I see it all the time, because it’s right across the street from The Frist, and like a mile from my house, but the cool evening’s blur gave it a newness that accentuated its oldness.

And home was so inviting:

It always makes me think of this bit of Ayn Rand's Anthem:


Here, on this mountain, I and my sons and my chosen friends shall build our new land and our fort. And it will become as the heart of the earth, lost and hidden at first, but beating, beating louder each day. And word of it will reach every corner of the earth. And the roads of the world will become as veins which will carry the best of the world's blood to my threshold. And all my brothers, and the Councils of my brothers, will hear of it, but they will be impotent against me. And the day will come when I shall break all the chains of the earth, and raze the cities of the enslaved, and my home will become the capital of a world where each man will be free to exist for his own sake.
For the coming of that day shall I fight, I and my sons and my chosen friends. For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his life. For his honor.
And here, over the portals of my fort, I shall cut in the stone the word which is to be my beacon and my banner. The word which will not die, should we all perish in battle. The word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory.
The sacred word:
EGO


The next day brought the beginning of wedding season. Two bridal showers. First for my friend Rachael:

Then for my friend Leslie (pictured here with my mother):

Then I got to eat with a family friend and her little girl, Hillary:

When I got back home I was struck with the desire to figure out how to make a giant, 3-dimensional paper star. So I did.

Sunday brought one more bridal shower, this time our close friend Bradley's fiance's.

I got back in time to head to the West side for Mad Men.

(Photo by Heather, or maybe Otto?)

(Dali watched with us)

(Photo by Gabe)

Afterwards, we decided it would be a great idea to walk all the way to the Parthenon. So we did.

Found that you can't escape traces of Bono, even in a Village restroom.

(here's how far we walked)

When we finally got back to Otto's, we all lay in the grass until 1:00 am. SO good.

Isn't it a Lovely Night?

More doodle frenzy-this time Decemberists' lyrics and arts & crafts style.

In a Little While

Hope hoists me high Keeps me here. It argues with those words, Feeds on your actions, Your eyes. They pour sorrow and life; Both constrained, Both imagined, Both drowning Then saving me.

Spent some time in the yard; cleaning up, getting a sunburn.

Spent some time in the house; cleaning up, watching Michelle Williams be amazing, hanging string lights on the porch.

Tanya came home and we went out to meet up with Luke and Chelsey, got dinner, watched a movie, and went to bed too late. But when I went out to my car this morning, my Uncle Kevin was out loading some tools for my dad out of the garage. It was nice to see him, even if it was 7:00 am. _______________________________________________ I'm in the process of adopting a Portuguese Water Dog, I hope it all works out because she is sweet and beautiful.