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| - - - Another wild and weird weekend. Currently sprawled across a lab desk, blearily reaching for my 6th cup of caffeinated confection, trying to get back to the robotic clatter and fluorescent glare of real life before succumbing to flamenco beats…
In light of eminent hibernation, here’s a shout out:
No one can score quite like you. MS you made me shudder. SZ I was your go to, I know I cut my hair but how the hell could you forget. JT suddenly you’re back from outer space and somehow show up at the same theater on the same night… I know you’re sweet, but I don’t know… so much is lost in translation.
MB thanks for a fabulous night flitting around Tribecca. Wine, chocolates, double “dusty mirrors”, and champagne breakfasts are what girls die for.
Congrats to UP on a fabulous collection. You rock my world. DD thanks for keeping me entertained and full of over the counters. HP thanks for…um everything. But then again J is good for nothing ;). And to all the RIT kids, thanks for letting me play and putting up with my weekend regression.
Highlights:
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U’s collection, A’s styling, K’s Logo
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Rockin the table decorations
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Slumbar party with 15 pple in retro house
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DA-mingo Dabocle
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Danny’s Sushi
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Running around the RIT maze with a life size of a Busted Grey
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Trying to walk to the crooning of the Saigon Neil Diamond
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Tears, Redemption, and Blurred hands at the Java party
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Meeting actual Grey
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The crazy waiter at the freak show dinner
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Dining with sparrows in an alley
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Insomnia Cookies
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Dumping the entire cup after being teased for half an hour by the mighty leaf
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Being greeted by 6 feet of shattered glass
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Whose a Pimm, I’m a Pimm
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R.E.M rebound
And in light of the ish that went down today a very rare and overly emo expo on on the state of affairs- on the irony of “brown-eyed girl” and boys with guitars:
it’s a crime
it’s a crime
how you make those strings bleed
And make me believe
that you are singing out
reaching out to me
Singing out with your soul
when under those honeyed lips
you’re really just
reaching out
with your hips
Ears too naive
but eyes that still see
So I play my charade
denying the girl
that you want me to be
Too many melting looks recently for my liking. Some people’s agenda in life is the pursuit of that look, but what good is it when it makes you freeze? Besides melting looks usually mean hazy vision. It’s like the scene from My Best Friends wedding.
The ones chasing after you
are never the ones
you’re chasing after.
This weekend I fell in love with one boy’s hands and was smitten with another’s smile. A smile that radiated warmth, “a smile that meant security.” And of course, a look that saw right through me. Perfect vision. Sigh....better prepare to be a tear catcher.... | | |
| - Boom... well that was short lived. But repercussions were bound to come sooner or later. A last minute revision of my Lexus paper resulted in a scramble to Harvard Hall in time to walk in to the scratchy symphonic melody and unified audience laughter of a black and white screening. Too tripped out, rational, and avoidant to sit through a decompartmentalizing of international organization speech, I went for the full bailout by spending the next 2 hours wrestling with various software programs before convincing them to scan my drafts at resolutions that were legible yet small enough to evade the attachment police.
I of course diligently assessed my workload for the rest of the semester and have come to the sobering realization that I must read about 500 pages per day in order to minimally participate and attempt to churn out the 4 required term papers and assorted minor assignments. Ah haaaa. While this has now settled into my conscious, anticipation of this weekend, and the following and the following may prove problematic for the cause..
Given the recent binge of exploring the costs and benefits of globalization and technology the irony of its capacity to build interconnectedness while dehumanizing interactions hit particularly close to home. While catching up on people's self-reported lives, I discovered that I am apparently in a "rough spot" with Miss HP. While the validity is yet to be determined, it certainly was an interesting 3rd party experience which illuminated new interpretations to previous pointed remarks. By now she's probably "over it" as with all things, but I suppose its good to know. The Internet: Growing connections and building walls.
Now...tomorrow... would be a good time to sleep. Or do work. Or clean my apartment. But dates with Burt from Burt's bees, my twice missed ballet class, Jo-Jo and fine Italian cuisine are creating some serious focus issues as evidenced by the residue of not 1 but 2 trace piles of shattered glass still littering the floor.
Did you know, I hold my breath when I think about you? | | |
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Back Photos
(Sorry kiddos you'll have to crop and edit them yourselves)
For Mikey
Bambi Eyes
Poster children for What Not to Wear
Mikey T and VP
Stiff competition with Thai this, Thai that
The best art is outdoors
My Buddy and me! Kid sister...
"Mom, I don't wanna"
Joy Luck meets Mighty Mouse
Sometimes photo kids do take pictures
Show me your sexy face...
You know how those doors be
The secret life of Beautiful Eyes
Fun with Mirrors
For Maria
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| Pause:
It's in the air. It's in the air. I swear. Distraction is everywhere. Possibly just pursuing the pleasure principle?  Maybe the $80 sushi dinner talking. A week of family, friends, food, galleries, plays and... Oh my. But for once the "distractions" aren't pursued to avoid other responsibilities. Not to say that I've been especially productive... Enough. Just enough to get by..
The colors are different, things are in sharper focus. I've learned to breathe... literally. Seems like I hold my breath 70% of the time. I catch myself and remember to unclench my diaphragm. All this new found respiration must be causing an influx in migraines.
Last night I took a 45 minute shuttle ride to a place that was 15 minutes walking. My own little tour with only a minutia of efficiency guilt. Looped the same circuit twice. But I have to say the river was beautiful. I should just get over the CFCs and go running. With all the mercury in fish and electronics, its probably safer outside. Thank you EU for giving us safer cosmetics and making us fear our carpets. There's prevention then there's limitation.
Into the whirlwind. Don't know how long I can keep this up, but it will be fun to find out...
"Throughout history, there has never been anything so beautiful as the dreams of the left"
- A Bright Room Called Day
:PLAY
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| When I look at the world.....
Well it's been a wild and weird and wonderful ride... but more on that later. With the familiar dazzle of a million flickering fireflies sending their greeting signals into the cosmos,you will always know where all your journeys end. I  my city.
I can't wait any longer, can't wait till I'm stronger
Breathe in, breathe out, exhale. exhale. exhale. After all these years its seems the dysfunction will finally disband. Edward's going to UMASS. Where he will either sink or swim, but ultimately its his own fate that he will have to learn how to control. Dad will probably end up in Smith Barney in Eugene, with his blood brother Dan, surrounded by all his family. A seemingly foreign breed, but some people blossom when surrounded by legacies, and childhood memories. At least he'll have an audience for his stories... And Mom has landed a job in Seattle. Not most obvious choice for getting away from the oppressive gloom and rain of New England, but the stunning summers, proximity of friends and relief from snow plowing should salvage it. Of course the irony is that with all their freedom both of them run to the same corner of the country. (Sigh) At some point you have to stop raising your parents....
After the drought, comes heavy rains...
Jonathan will be here tomorrow and Grandma will be coming for Eddy's graduation. Hopefully the scoreboard can come down, (but in case its still necessary, that's one for each of them....)
I can't see what you see..
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