yesterday i bought this hat. it is beautiful. in the store i put it on and all i could think was "this is the most beautiful hat i have ever placed on my head." then i looked at the price tag and blacked out for a moment. . . once i recovered i wandered around searching for a hat to take it's place, to fill the void but nothing did. i had seen beauty (had smelled couture) and could not pass it up. no imposters. no good, only best.

i walked back to the counter and walked away with a lovely silver box wrapped with a silver bow (i had sheepishly told the salesgirl that the hat was my christmas present to myself so she, very kindly, gift-wrapped it for me .

when i got home this evening i slipped off the bow and then gingerly unwrapped the slick, fresh tissue paper. "will i wear the hat tomorrow?" " will i return it?" hmmm. i placed it on my head again and loved it. i realize it is awful and yuppy to love a piece of clothing--especially because if the brand of said object were known my street credit would -pouf- be gone! i can't help myself. am i a slave to consumerism? maybe just a slave to beauty . . . well i'm either brainwashed or in love but either way i think i will live happily ever after. . .

--jb

heart attack....almost

While typing the final paper for my 514 class, which was due in a matter of hours, my computer inexplicably shut down Word 5x. Then, the computer itself shut down for no reason. THEN, it refused to shut down, and remained frozen for some time.

I believe I handled the situation with great poise and dignity. I momentarily swore--using every swear word I know. Then, I called Mom.

Long story short, I finished my paper at GCF, mom made me coffee and soup and gave me cookies, I popped the battery out and once again life is happy. But, I mean, geese...


with love from your exhausted friendly!
:)

good good morning friend. how are you? mmmmm, i haven't decided how i feel this morning . . . i snooze alarmed it for about an hour and was then woke up to sounds of construction above my head. now i am watching the news and drinking a perfect cup of coffee--oh the hammering just got really loud--yeah, my coffee is perfect and the milk is miraculous. it was supposed to spoil severeal days ago but it's still good. i love when that happens!


anyway, it's time to get ready for work. kristin could have the baby at any moment so i am the porte rouge "on call girl".


(for no real reason) here's a little photo i took on thanksgiving. the first snow of the year (for me at least)alright, that's all for my tuesday rambling.

--j

in the window of 99 cent store

I have that song in my head. It's a wonderful song. My favorite part is when she locks the baby Jesus in the closet with bread and water and a flashlight till he grows. Wonderful.

It is a bright and slightly snowy morning. I feel a bit dazzled by the color and the complications of life. How is it possible to feel so many things at once and not explode? It's tense and lovely. Ugh. Back to the grind. Happy monday!!!

snow!

Nothing says "christmas spirit" like a light dusting of pure white frozen water...

i'm thankful for mommy and daddy and soy products . . .

happy thanksgiving, friend!

you're coming here!

Ican'twaitIcan'twaitIcan'twaitIcan'twaitIcan'twait!
:)

evil genius

so, i think i used to be an email genius. really, take a minute and remember all of my conquests . . .

damn crafty writing, if i do say so myself.

but something shifted. it's not as easy, i'm not as good, it's just a different feeling. a small list is running through my mind as to what effected the change (don't ask me what inspired this blog topic!!) . . .

here is my psychoanalysis ( i am very curious to know what you think).
i will speculate that all of my crafty writing got me nowhere, well nowhere i wanted to be. nowhere stable. i entered the hearts of people whose hearts i was not really interested in. my heart was bruised, perhaps a little torn (might still be a little sore). so maybe i am subconsciously suppressing my genius as a mode of self protection. hide the true self to avoid rejection is a classic story . . .

what do you think?

morning light

dumb

extremely random story of the moment for you . . .

right now it's 2:04 pm and i am ready to head out the door for a little bit of shopping, a few errands and one smoothy. but i can't. why? well, i have lost my keys. i think they are on the couch, maybe in between the cushions ( i threw my purse on the couch when i got home last night so they probably landed there) BUT kristine is asleep on the couch right now. she just got home from her morning of work i can't wake her up!! that would just be so mean . . . alas, i am stuck here until she wakes up and i can recover my keys.

i really need to start hanging them on the key hook when i get home.

salute!

Good morning, friend. Happy Monday!

I just wanted to post a little salute to creativity: le chaim! er, to creativity....I'm dreaming of a life of painting in Monmartre, or of running away to join a dance troupe, to live the life of Picasso's sad little saltimbanques...

Maybe I forgot to tell you: I had a lovely creativity-time in Writer's Group saturday~we painted and collaged our way through our current projects. It was deliriously messy and fun. Now, I'm sitting in the writing center, waiting for a meeting to start, listening to my friend read Chuck Norris jokes to bide the time.

God, I love this job.

today has been funny. i can't find my camera, which is sad because i have seen some great things, not that i would have actually take pictures because i never take the time to get out my camera, but i might have, and this is a grand run-on sentence and . . . wait, what was i talking about??

oh yeah, funny stuff i saw. well hopefully i will find my camera and take pictures of the grand and random things on my street. talking about them just doesn't seem as good as showing you.

i will share one thing that i saw today; just around the corner from my house there is a small purple building with a lovely purple sign proclaiming

"full spiritual cleansing"
"just $5"

really what more could you ask for?

breathless

I am a bit breathless from charging up the 6 flights to my office. Whew. What a blustery day!
This morning I had a bit of a lie-in (i.e., I snoozed my alarm something fierce). And as I sat in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to brew, I happened to glance outside and see these birch trees. The diffused, chilly light makes them so stark against the colored leaves...

I am feeling quite satisfied today. There is much work to be done--in the semester and in life--but I am feeling placid about it. As for the semester, I see the light at the end of the tunnel~students will turn in their second-to-last essays, I will grade and plug away at my own hefty research papers, all will get done, eventually. I will have time to read again in earnest, eventually.
Not that I'm not making time to read now. It is probably saving my life. And lists are my friends. And each day has enough *ahem* stuff...of it's own.

I wish I was exercising and taking dance classes with you instead of sitting on my fat ass, jerking my fingers up and down for hours....a fat ass and carpal tunnel is all I'll get for my trouble!
:)

p.s. Puddy says 'hi'...

good morning friend,

mmm, right now it's wednesday morning. i am sitting in my room, drinking coffee and listening to nico sing about mirrors . . .

wednesday needs to be productive. i need to be productive. grocery store (am completely out of coffee), laundry, work out with k at 1:15, thesis thesis thesis, a little house cleaning . . . maybe (if i am super woman) a dance class. maybe.

we will see.

did you ever read franny and zooey? i finished it a few months ago but i was just thinking about it the other day . . . while reading it i often wondered what you would think of it . . .

"the cards are stacked (quite properly, i imagine) against all professional aesthetes, and no doubt we all deserve the dark, wordy, academic deaths we will all sooner or later die"

http://interruptions.org/

yeah . . .

bits and bobs

Thanks for the great card. It really brightened up my day here in the land of Writing Center...I have been trying to fill the blank minutes with underground art-fashioning/posting, and online browsing. here are some images I found today that I thought you'd appreciate...