Beautiful Tuesday

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.


If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-W.Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

you,

have probably forgotten

-me

-via lettersfromthecrushed

Beautiful Tuesday

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

-Langston Hughes

boy in front row,

your name fits so easily into my heart. i bet your hand would fit easily into mine too.

— quiet girl

-via letterstocrushes.com

Beautiful Tuesday

trendy girl,

you like bands that are good when they have become bad, but you should know, i liked you before it was cool.

— ahead of the curve

-via letterstocrushes

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven


Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

--W.B.Yeats

the third & the seventh

The Third & The Seventh from Alex Roman on Vimeo.

this is possibly the most beautiful film i have ever seen, and it amazes me that everything about it was created by one man. alex roman created this COMPLETELY CG-ANIMATED film illustrating architecture art.

if this is possible... what can possibly be impossible?

Beautiful Tuesday

"Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful.

Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path.

You know you may never get to the end of the journey.

But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb."

- Sir Winston Churchill

Sleeping on the Wing

Perhaps it is to avoid some great sadness,
as in a Restoration tragedy the hero cries "Sleep!
O for a long sound sleep and so forget it!"
that one flies, soaring above the shoreless city,
veering upward from the pavement as a pigeon
does when a car honks or a door slams, the door
of dreams, life perpetuated in parti-colored loves
and beautiful lies all in different languages.

Fear drops away too, like the cement, and you
are over the Atlantic. Where is Spain? where is
who? The Civil War was fought to free the slaves,
was it? A sudden down-draught reminds you of gravity
and your position in respect to human love. But
here is where the gods are, speculating, bemused.
Once you are helpless, you are free, can you believe
that? Never to waken to the sad struggle of a face?
to travel always over some impersonal vastness,
to be out of, forever, neither in nor for!

The eyes roll asleep as if turned by the wind
and the lids flutter open slightly like a wing.
The world is an iceberg, so much is invisible!
and was and is, and yet the form, it may be sleeping
too. Those features etched in the ice of someone
loved who died, you are a sculptor dreaming of space
and speed, your hand alone could have done this.
Curiosity, the passionate hand of desire. Dead,
or sleeping? Is there speed enough? And, swooping,
you relinquish all that you have made your own,
the kingdom of your self sailing, for you must awake
and breathe your warmth in this beloved image
whether it's dead or merely disappearing,
as space is disappearing and your singularity.

-Frank O'Hara

Adobe ad

This is great... I love when people put some effort into their commercials and make them artistic.

but i did not do a crime of making a graffiti, copper!

Tomorrow is my birthday!!

Emily came up for the weekend, and today, after eating horrifically large servings of pancakes at the Original Pancake House (yummm), we got cans of spray paint and man-shirts and made a graffiti! We used a sheet of plywood... does that still count as graffiti if it's legal? Not sure.

Be ye not decieved by our faces... it was so cold! 35-40ish and windy. We had 3 pairs of socks on each and the biggest pot of tea you ever saw.

Emily accidentally spray painted my hands red. It looked weird. What was weirder, though, was later when I almost used steel wool to get it off. Dumbo.

We love how it turned out! It will hold a proud place on the walls of my future-home.

Tonight the sister spud is coming over and we're going to remodel shoes a la the chick from PS. I Love You, and watch The Blob. Scaaary! Or... maybe not so scary.

the invasion of Ukraine.

This is Kseniya Simonova, the winner of "Ukraine's Got Talent." She is a performance sand artist, and her work is amazing. This piece tells the story of the German invasion of Ukraine in 1945. The words at the end say "You Are Always Near."

i like: 1

i will be the gladdest thing under the sun!

i will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

i will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes,

watch the wind bow down the grass, and the grass rise.

and when the lights begin to show up from the town

i will mark which must be mine and then start down.

animal portraits by the amazing

Sharon Montrose

poem by the amazing

Edna St. Vincent Millay

weekend love to you by

me.

"so, you liked tron, huh?"

Tonight I went to see my friend Alessandra in the TuzerBallet production
"Window to Dance"
It was awesome! They had two guest performers from the Metropolitan Ballet, and an amazing 13 year old pianist, and at the end there was a great modern dance number. I'm so amazed at people who can dance like that, so fluid that you forget they don't dance all the time. As I was getting ready to go I thought "huh, i could do ballet..." and tried some moves.

It did not work. I literally fell flat on my face.

After the ballet Julianna and I went to Cafe Brazil. Love that girl! She's so awesome and sweet. While we were sitting there talking, these 2 guys came over and sat at our table and tried flirting. I'm thinkin they've never tried that before.

-AAAAACCCKKKK-

We had a little inner panic, and when I panic I get a funny accent.

Apparently this has never happened to Julianna, so her eyes got all huge and she froze, so I was trying to be ... nice ... so awkward. Awkward like the moment after they stop singing in musicals, before the dialogue starts.

So... that was funny. They were not suave.

It got me to thinkin about my ballet years... here are some highlights...

7 items

item 1: to see some incredible art, go here. so beautiful. how i would love to be the one coming up with these wonderful ideas and being behind the camera creating such uniquely beautiful art.

item 2: i know i've been neglecting this blog of late... just so much life happening, so much to do! i'm rather swamped right now under a literal mountain (and no, i'm not using that phrase hypothetically like dr. George does, it is actually a mountain. on my desk. making that room look horrifying all the time.) of books, all amazing, all brilliant, all a rare glimpse into a peculiar, brilliant mind, making it maddening to be so speedy going through them.

item 3: right now i've one of those terrible behind-the-eyes headaches that feels like someone dipped a carrot in wasabi and rubbing alcohol, lit it on fire, and punched you in the face with it. yeow!

item 4: already formulating my plans for the distant-future christmas break from school... they involve many cups of tea

filling boxes with sketches of all the gnomes and dancing

mushrooms and sparrows and ill-mannered oaks and possums that

want to spill out of my head all day long but never get a chance

making headway on my woodland-creature quilt (i'll post fabric pictures soon, promise!)

yuletide cupcakes

turning 18 and becoming an adult overnight (look, a christmas miracle! ;)

item 5: last night i dreamed it was my first day of college, and i had an amazing outfit, and for some strange reason sally field was my philosophy teacher. she was a good teacher, very smart, and she invited me to a coffee-making contest. that very night my home was invaded by alien-robot-coyotes... the details were very clear earlier in the day, but now i forget. there was great danger involved, though. yeep!

item 6: the office is back. yay! it was sorely missed. nearly forgot how brilliant rainn wilson is!

item 7: helped dan and caitlin move in to their wonderful, lovely home this afternoon, and going back tomorrow to help some more! it's wonderful, and feels like a home.

pardon my silliness

i wouldn't normally post something like this. but these are not just boots... these are art. i mean it. i love that there is so much potential for art in everyday things, like... boots! things to go on your feet. feet just aren't pretty. they're kind of weird, actually. have you ever stared at your toes for a long time? they get to looking strangely alien.

photo and boot beauty via anthropologie

Thomas Cole

This is "The Garden of Eden" by Thomas Cole, one of the painters from the Hudson River School movement. We saw this at the Amon Carter Museum a few years ago - its so much more amazing in person... the colors glow, everything is bright. If you ever get a chance to see it, go. A photo can't express how amazing it is.

"he best can paint them who shall feel them most"

please name your favorite painting! or, if it hasn't a name, please leave a link!


(the quote is alexander pope)

"Leaving aside the mysteries and the inequities of human talent, brains,
taste, and reputations, the matter of art in photography may come down to this:
it is the capture and projection of the delights of seeing; it is the defining
of observation full and felt."

-Walker Evans