The Sky is Bigger in Portland

July 25, 2010

            Love
            Doilies
            T-pins
            Leftover pizza


           Don't love
           Dust
           How the word "snarky" is often better than "snide"
           Spilling


 August 7, 2010


           Summer storm, the smell of rain.  I can feel my soul shift.
                Glad you're still there, Soul.
           Lime green and blue.  Jeans, stripes, flip-flops. Flopflopflop.
           A part of me has died and a new part has awakened.
           Is this what being alive feels like?

Amping Up the Throes (Or Throeing Up the Amps?)

            On the docket:

                       Listen to more rap music

                       Make plans to see Matthew in February

                       Finish Jamie’s Baby Shower gift (like, NOW)

                       Continue ridding arm flub

                       Prepare next week’s docket

throe

-noun

   1.   a violent spasm or pang; paroxysm.

   2.   a sharp attack of emotion.

   3.   throes,

          a.  any violent convulsion or struggle: the throes of

             battle.

          b.  the agony of death.

          c.  the pains of childbirth.

-synonyms

3a. upheaval, tumult, chaos, turmoil.

par•ox•ysm

-noun

   1.    any sudden, violent outburst; a fit of violent action

         or emotion: paroxysms of rage.

   2.    Pathology. a severe attack or a sudden increase in

         intensity of a disease, usually recurring periodically.

Starting to Defrost

The Meaning of Life: Part I

What is life all about?  My mom articulated it so succinctly, so eloquently:

“I'm glad you're having fun and feeling loved. That's kinda what it's all about, ya know? Oh, and wearing cute clothes and sexy shoes. . . and drinking good coffee. . .

 and Thai food. . . and having a nice girlfriend. . .

  and china tea cups. . . and high quality sheets. . .

   and lavender. . . and a terrific hair cut. . .

    and black and whites floors. . .” 

I second that.  All of that.

We Don't Always See What We're Looking At

July 16, 2008

On my birthday, I:
          >walked 5 miles
          >drank a mimosa the size of my head
          >had expertly groomed eyebrows
          >worked out with Britney Spears and Toney Little
          >ate an obscenely large dinner (and two desserts...)
          >cried

Money is liquid,

         not concrete.

April 8, 2008

Love

daffodils, hands down
summer fruit
learning to cook (and still not really being able to)
thinking that moving elsewhere will solve all my problems
when friends do things I don’t expect (plane ticket to Philly, anyone?)


Hate
dying daffodils
razor burn
the word "melange"
lack of lunch break
indecision

March 2, 2008

We don't always see what we're looking at.

            

                       Need                            

                       inspiration
                       to avoid illness

                       movement                      Want

                       chocolate                          passion

                       simplicity                       beer

                                                              a date

                                                            better skin

                                                                   simplicity

I don't like when people 

think they know what I'm about, 

and they don't.

February 10, 2008

Yes:
 

Tea. Food. Sketchbooks. Drawing. Making. Creating. 

Fantasizing. Writing. Walking fast. Wearing moccasins. People-watching. Eggs. Finding books to get lost in. Painting. Pondering. Pongering. Making up words.
Thinking. 

        Feeling. 

               Emoting. 

                      Trying to find good. Seeing. The ever-present challenge of making ends meet.

                                                                                                                            Destroying.

Existence. Souls. Meaning. Life. Jeans. Death. Music. 

Coffee mug collecting. Cell phone avoiding. Coffee indulging. 

     Lack of curtains. Abundance of shoes. Black. Sunshine. Sunglasses. 

            Making excuses to stay home. Wanting to go out. 

                  Coffee shops. Journals. Candles. Uncomfortably hot showers. 

                                                                                 Hairspray. Watercolors. 

                                                                                                               Time.

How to Care For Your Peabody

                         Simultaneous moments of clarity;

                       >big line, small line

                       >Radiohead

                       >American Beauty soundtrack

                       >hundreds of small coffee cup drawings

                       >fat marker, thin pen

                       >balance, reciprocity, symmetry

 

What kind of mark do you leave?  On the paper, on the world?

Everybody is the same on paper.

Oh, pour etre une Fille Francaise . . .

KT and I decided we are going to be French girls. 

Coralie Clement

                                     Step 1:  Learn French

                                     Step 2:  Find my natural hair color

                                     Step 3:  Take up smoking

  

                                       Love                                       Hate

                                       Coralie Clement                    Foul aftertaste

                                       Faux-crystal buttons           Dirty roots

                                       Synchronicity                        “Don’t”