April 2011
May Your Lives Be Long
Cloud Cult
May Your Hearts Stay Strong - Cloud Cult.
March 2011
Let them eat cake (on the cheap). →
groupon.com
In anticipation for this summer, I bought the Groupon. I used to work for Crumbs. So?
Whatever, sue me. I’m a sucker for homemade cupcakes.
“I’ve always wanted to write poems and nothing else. There were times over the years when life was not easy, but if you’re working a few hours a day and you’ve got a good book to read, and you can go outside to the beach and dig for clams, you’re okay.”
—Mary Oliver
Hunting for next year's apt. →
sfbay.craigslist.org
I would do outlandish, absurd, unthinkable things to live there.
Bedouin Dress
Fleet Foxes
Bedouin Dress - Fleet Foxes.
I didn't get these genes from a department store.
He says that sometimes when he looks outside and sees that it’s raining, he feels like he made it happen. “Do you know what I mean?” Yes and no, always yes and no. I don’t see colors where shades should be, if that’s what you’re asking. I used to wonder if I had what you have, if my brain could misfire like yours, sometimes cave in on itself. Like swerving across lanes - something is not right, but you’re okay, no one was hurt, wake up, you hit the curb, we’re okay, just drop me off at camp.
It gets so hard sometimes that it just makes sense: why I moved so far away, why you fall asleep in your food, why I pluck the strings, but you, you play the chords. I should never be jealous, should consider myself lucky, because I don’t see what you see. I don’t see shadows in an empty room.
I never found the letters I saved in a shoebox - four long years buried in a closet - never even found the box, come to think of it. Usually, it’s a relief. But there are times, truth be told, times when I wish I could remember more about our shared past, our beliefs, what connects us, how I’m the apple if you’re the tree.
