mah stuff

last fall i started taking pictures of stuff that was, well, MY stuff. stuff that meant a little something to me.

i meant to continue taking pictures and make this a continuous thing, but i stopped. for a lot of reasons. life distracted me and all that.

i looked back at these pictures these afternoon and, wow, these feel so dated, even though i took them in late october-early november. i feel like a million miles away from that time, already.

anyway, here’s mah stuff, from last fall, and hopefully soon i’ll start again…

ballroom dreams.

several dreams to report.

if you’re into that sort of thing.

but not me, pretty baby

too unfocused for a nice big long post, so a lot of thoughts in one.

• interpol in april, adele in june, kings of leon in april, jimmy eat world next weekend (SQUEE). can i start getting paid to go to shows i really wanna go to? sigh.

• sweet baby jesus up on top of his roof, what did i do? i’ve been cussed out by, let’s see, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 people in the span of more or less a week. evaluations are tomorrow, so we may up that number to 6. and, even better, i’m getting cussed out for stuff that i either a) didn’t do, b) didn’t do and had no control over, or c) ????????????????? (insert your own reason here, b/c i sure have no idea why). i am beyond tired of it. i am so seriously ready to be out of everyone’s way.

• i’m meeting debbie in a few minutes for pizza, and i am so excited, there are no words. so lucky to have her as one of my very best friends.

• speaking of her, it’s amazing how close we got during my grandmother’s death. and, speaking of that, my New Thing To Be Angry About That I’m Really Not Angry About, I’m Just Angry Because I Miss My Grandma So I Take My Anger Out Elsewhere, is all of the people who psh’d when i said i wanted to write about my grandma. not long after her death i said i knew i’d write about her, somewhere or somehow. and nearly everybody was like, pshhh. i’m kinda mad about that, now. why couldn’t i? i have to. i don’t have a choice. i’m going to, at some point, because i have to. so, suck it, people who psh’d my idea.

• i love my new bed stuff. so pretty. i love it even though the color bled onto my white cami. but ya know, it might as well have bled onto that cami, b/c that’s the cami that was ruined by all that newspaper ink that time.

• i didn’t tell josh, but i cried a little during “hubble,” when they showed the baby stars and galaxies. it was just so beautiful.

• band statuses, which may or may not get expanded into a column tomorrow:
  the white stripes. we all know i’m obsessed w/ jack white. i’m sad the stripes are calling it a day, but hey, look at the powerful amount of music they left us. i like that jack said we could do with it whatever we wanted. and yeah, i do like the raconteurs more, and i like the dead weather even better.
  death from above 1979 reunites, and i am a very pleased woman. i love that band. loud and abrasive and sexy. i’m not certain, but i think sebastien grainger is an evil genius. an evil genius who needs to leave his boots under my bed for a night or two or 10.

• get well, spider monkey. i can’t do anything without you. i’m coloring you a picture tonight.

yeah. more later, i’m sure.

i’ll think about it tomorrow

so, i finally read margaret mitchell’s “gone with the wind.”

i’ve enjoyed the movie for a while now, finally became obsessed with it this year and decided it was time to see what the book had to offer.

i took my time reading it, absorbing every page, detail, word. it’s officially one of my favorites now. i loved the way mitchell blended fact with fiction, weaving history in with a very personal story of a Southern woman.

this book taught me a lot, definitely made me think and challenged my own views. as i read it, i’d flag each section/line/phrase i liked/learned from/wanted to remember, so now, my book – a hardback copy from 1964 i bought at a used book store (yes, it’s pictured) – is colorful with those little plastic place-keepers. it already looked pretty snazzy anyway, with my homemade brown paper bag/pink duct tape/electrical tape book cover.

so, here are my thoughts on “gone with the wind,” both in general and through those many little place-keepers…

ps. this post may change over time. i can’t think straight right now because i’m sick and dependent on cold medicine, so ignore any weird wordage. i’ll clear it all up soon enough.

there is a rapture on the lonely shore

i don’t know why, but i take pictures of my chucks in weird places.

i guess it’s because i’m so happy to see them somewhere different from where i usually take them.

keep in mind, these chucks are my oldest pair. they got me through college and i’m pretty sure every single concert i’ve seen since college (that’s a lot), and they’ve gotten me around here and new york city and savannah and new orleans and places in between.

the two latest pictures are…

i took this on the beach at tybee island, 12/9/10. it was like 50 degrees out there, and the wind was blowing so hard. the beach was almost completely empty, and it was pure heaven.

i took this one on christmas 2010. it was my first – and, who knows, maybe my only – white christmas.

hopefully i’ll take my chucks to even weirder places and take pictures of them to share.

there is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society, where none intrudes
by the deep sea, and music in its roar:
i love not man the less, but Nature more,
from these our interviews, in which i steal
from all i may be, or have been before,
to mingle with the Universe, and feel
what i can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal
– lord byron

my chemical romance saved my life.

“if i’m so wrong
how could you listen all night long?”

my favorite band alive and working today is my chemical romance.

on the eve of the release of its new album, “danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys,” i thought i’d write about why this band is my favorite.

a dreaded sunny day… 3.

in the days of bennifer, i dated a guy who lived in troy, about 20 minutes from my parents’ house. every time i drove to his house, i’d pass by this cemetery, but i never stopped – mostly because, at the time, the cemetery had only one entrance, and it was sort of hidden.

a few weeks ago i decided to look it up and see what i could see in it, and i found some really terrific tombstones. woo-hoo!

as usual, i hope no one takes offense at these. i only take pictures of tombstones that i think are interesting…

wordy word-kisses

i absolutely hate scrabble.

everyone i know, or mostly everyone i know, because mostly everyone i know is a writer of some kind, loves scrabble. i want it to die. i want scrabble to suffer.

i love words, though. sentences, clauses, paragraphs, lyrics, dialogue, pages, books… love.

i spend much of my vacations/roadtrips with my friends writing down the funny things they say. with every book i read, i find a way to highlight (not with a pen) phrases or words or paragraphs i love.

anyway, i noticed over the weekend i have several drafts saved of phrases/quotes in my phone that i like, and i guess i should do something with them rather than just letting them sit there. so, here goes. words and phrases i like. try to contain your excitement, yeesh.

a dreaded sunny day… 2.

note: yes, this cemetery day took place several months ago. oh well. life gets in the way. will post more cemetery pictures as i  take more… which will happen as i have more opportunities to go. (click on photos to see bigger versions)

before going to the old aberdeen cemetery, i stopped and had lunch with my friend jeff.

we didn’t talk much about the cemetery – though he did introduce me to some folks as his “goth” friend who was going to “listen to my chemical romance and dance on the graves” – and instead we talked about aberdeen and the upcoming first saturday there.

he said aberdeen’s downtown was growing and was much more cultured and artistic than people give it credit for. sitting in penny lane’s and wandering around downtown a bit, i could see that, but i didn’t really appreciate it until i made my way down to the cemetery. seems this artistic side of aberdeen has always been there.

the sun shines, but i don’t

let me begin by saying: this album deserves a better post than this.
anyway.

“mellon collie and the infinite sadness” by the smashing pumpkins turns 15 today. so does my cousin. i’ve been thinking a lot about these two lately, and about turning 15.