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Avatar. Um, best movie ever??????? Yesssssssssssss!

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 22:53:47 -0800

Avatar. Um, best movie ever??????? Yesssssssssssss!

S got this bill yesterday. I’m so excited to track...

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 08:09:26 -0800

S got this bill yesterday. I’m so excited to track it! It’s pretty magical learning about where and in how many lives little things, such as this piece of paper, have appeared.

Death of all the Romance - The Dears The Dears is fast becoming...

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 01:42:00 -0800

Death of all the Romance - The Dears

The Dears is fast becoming one of my favorite bands. Murray Lighburn’s voice is so exquisitely unique and evocative. I just feel so intense when I listen to him sing. He’s a genius.

Nanette Lepore. I love your style.

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:20:39 -0800

Nanette Lepore. I love your style.

bangarangin: …OR AM I? Gotta love him.

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:42:29 -0800

bangarangin:

…OR AM I?

Gotta love him.

Muse at KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas. Last weekend was...

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:35:00 -0800

Muse at KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas.

Last weekend was so hectic, I didn’t have time to share how excited I was to see Muse from some really sweet seats at the concert. I almost cried. Almost. OK, I cried. And peed my pants.

The seats weren’t originally ours though. Our tickets were for mezzanine seats, which were like the worst seats ever. They were up top, all the way to the left where our view was blocked by some beams and a wire. As soon as I scoped out the seats, I was like “Um, no.” So my friend, Armando, and I snuck down to the orchestra level, tiptoed our way past an usher, and sat smack dab in the middle. It was risky, but SO FRIGGIN’ WORTH IT. It was the closest I’ve ever seen them, but I’m hoping that when they come to L.A. on their tour, I’ll be in the PIT. I WON’T SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS.

The concert was on Sunday, but I took Friday off to spend the weekend in snowy Big Bear. Hot cocoa, sweats, a furry bear rug and TV made for a perfect getaway.

Our supper is plain but we are very wonderful.

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 21:56:00 -0800

I’m seriously considering getting a tattoo. (A lot has changed in the last year.)

I like this line from Kenneth Patchen’s poem “23rd Street Runs Into Heaven”:

Our supper is plain but we are very wonderful.

My friend, Joon, sent Patchen’s poem to me a year ago, and when I came to this line, I was touched. Speechless even. There’s something about the simplicity of the line that is startlingly pure, innocent and honest; but, beneath the plainness of the line, I read a powerful and evocative message about love: It’s transcendent. Exactly one year after first reading this poem, this closing line still holds the same force.

I want it somewhere on my backside, but I can’t figure out exactly where it should be. I’ve spent the last hour researching tattoos, though, trying to pick out the perfect font and spread.

Unless I come across another gem (if I ever do), this line remains No.1.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my...

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 21:25:16 -0800

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings

"I am only a mirror of what I see."

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 13:59:00 -0800

“I am only a mirror of what I see.”

- Alber Elbaz, fashion designer, Lanvin

Phoenix at KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 23:13:00 -0800

Phoenix at KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas.

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Wed, 09 Dec 2009 17:16:58 -0800

My stomach is in knots. I feel like I’m back at square one.

=)

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:34:10 -0800

I WANT!

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:47:33 -0800

I WANT!:

I’d be the coolest kid on the block if I owned this.

Oxford Dictionary announced the Word of the Year: UNFRIEND Well, that’s funny. My ex...

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 07:36:30 -0800

Oxford Dictionary announced the Word of the Year:

UNFRIEND

Well, that’s funny. My ex unfriended me on Facebook a few months after our breakup. He explained that it was the best for him since he would spend all his time looking through my photos. Ok, fair enough. A week later,he added me as a friend again, but I didn’t accept his request. I refuse to go back and forth on this.

Unfriend me once, shame on you. Unfriend me twice, shame on me.

Anyway, a runner-up was the word “intexicated” — driving while texting.

(via howimetyourmothersource) Can you all guess what my new...

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:20:00 -0800

(via howimetyourmothersource)

Can you all guess what my new favorite blog is?

It’s 11p.m. I’m wearing a V-neck t-shirt, underwear, and running shoes. What a crazy...

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:13:54 -0800

It’s 11p.m. I’m wearing a V-neck t-shirt, underwear, and running shoes. What a crazy getup.

GPOYW. I made it!

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:56:00 -0800

GPOYW.

I made it!

Spinning in Daffodils - Them Crooked Vultures I kinda like them....

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:22:00 -0800

Spinning in Daffodils - Them Crooked Vultures

I kinda like them. Not gonna lie.

Dinner. I can’t wait until the milk gets all chocolatey.

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:15:00 -0800

Dinner.

I can’t wait until the milk gets all chocolatey.

John Donne

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:44:00 -0800

A minute ago I was sorting through my books and came across my copy of The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose of John Donne. I read this for an English Lit course I took my during my sophomore year of college. As I flipped through the book, I noticed a poem I had inked up. Notes and arrows are scribbled in all the margins, and there are tiny hearts beside certain lines that are also highlighted. After reading the poem again, I remember why I liked it so much: it’s an utterly romantic poem, and, in this minute, it reminds me of a boy I know.

The Sunne Rising

Busie old foole, unruly Sunne,

Why dost thou thus,

Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us?

Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide

Late schoole boyes and swore prentices,

Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride,

Call countrey ants to harvest offices;

Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme,

Nor houres, days, moneths, which are the rags of time.

Thy beames, so reverend, and strong

Why shouldst thou thinke?

I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke,

But that I would not lose her sight so long:

If her eyes have not blinded thine,

Look, and to morrow late, tell mee,

Whether both the ‘India’s of spice and Myne

Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with eme.

Aske for those Kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,

And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay.

She’is all States, and all Princes, I,

Nothing else is.

Princes doe but play us; compar’d to this,

All honor’s mimique, All wealth alchimie.

Thou sunne art half as happy’ as wee,

In that the world’s contracted thus;

Thine age askes ease, and since they duties bee

To warme the world, that’s done in warming us.

Shine here to us, and thou art every where;

This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare.