Tuesday, July 28, 2009
AH!
I like tumblr's themes. Although, their not as customizable as blogspot. But, I think I'm going to make a tumblr and abandon my blog. What should I do?!
beautiful song.
Makes me seem bluer than I am
But in my heart there is a shower,
I hope she'll be happier with him.
Maybe the darkness of the hour
Makes me seem lonelier than I am,
But over the darkness I have no power,
Hope she'll be happier with him.
I can't believe that she don't want to see me,
We lived and loved with each other so long.
I never thought that she really would leave me,
But she's gone.
Maybe the lateness of the hour
Makes me seem bluer than I am,
But in my heart there is a shower,
Hope she'll be happier with him.
Bill Withers - Hope She'll Be Happier
He has such a sexy silky voice.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
i mean it.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
this song on repeat.
Well I met you at the blood bank
We were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags
You said "see look, that's yours!
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how the resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers"
And I said I know it well
That secret that you know
But don't know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that it's good girl
'cause it's running you with red
Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candy bar
You said "ain't this just like the present
To be showing up like this"
AS a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss
And I said I know it well
That secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor
I'm in love with your cheeks
What's that noise up the stairs babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?
And I said I know it well
I know it well ...
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
daphnelovesderbyl.
I never thought you'd see me looking down
Even though I made a mess of everything you made for me
All along you were there
Waiting like you said you always would
Yeah, you said you always would
We don't have to wait for anything at all now that I've learned
This fool will never learn a thing
And I can't believe that you would send your love to me now
Even though I don't deserve it
Forgive me, but I can't be everything you deserve
And I know it's too late to crawl back to you tonight
But there's a few things that I just need you to know
Like the way I felt when we were close
And how the stars explode every time you are near
But all along you were there
Waiting like you said you always would
Yeah, you said you always would
I am so far, I couldn't see
But you made every day so sweet
All along you were there
Waiting by my side
Yeah, you love me even though I don't deserve it
You love me even though I don't deserve it
hahahaha. ouch.
Models Falling: A Painful Picture-by-Picture Play
By Xiyin Tang
For some reason, people love to see models falling. So Modelinia, your source for all model-y things, published this painful-looking picture-by-picture play of the likes of Naomi Campbell, Jessica Stam, and Karen Elson taking some not-so-graceful spills on the runway. Models: They're just like us! They fall and get right back up! More pics after the break, and for the full picture slideshow, check out Modelinia.com.
Above: A model nosedive at Gharani Strok's spring '06 show.
Above: Milana Bogolepova taking a spill at the 2008 Dior Cruise Collection.
Above: Monika Jagaciak was just one of three models who fell victim to the tricky shoes at Hervé Léger's fall '09 show.
Above: Elise Crombez face flat at the Proenza Schouler spring '07 show.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
A friend found this on livejournal on some band gossip thing.
anyone know anything on these girls?
I know Rachel used to date the drummer of Houston Calls until he cheated on her with her ex roommate/friend.
and Stacy has a thing with Peter who tour manages The Maine.
Rachel...
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fus
Stacy...
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fus
(via: http://community.livejournal.com/fueled_bygossip/145348.html)
ouch.
Monday, July 20, 2009
realllllyyyy want this.
flowersandart: iheartmyart: hamandheroin:
Cloud is a sofa concept designed by D.K. Wei for ultra comfort and relaxation. The soft floating upper part is supported by the magnetic force generated by the bottom base. No matter if you want to work and sit with comfort or simply a power nap to release the stress, you can always enjoy your time to relax on the floating cloud.
urban dictionary.
Here’s a list of things you can do that don’t involve spending a lot of money – to relax, entertain or simply change tack away from the couch:
1. Instead of storing them, cut up your old magazines and create inspiration notebooks to refer to. I find this process incredibly relaxing, from destroying the magazine spines (kneel on the ad tug) to snipping out bouffant hairdos.
2. Indulge in a single scoop of the most decadent flavoured gelato. My local has incredible flavours like Ferrero Rocher, Red Bull and Forrest Fruits.
3. Pick up brochures from your local information centre/historical society that give you self guided routes. Follow the walks to learn about your ‘hood!
4. Reorganise your CD/record/book/DVD collection with an alternate approach. Genre, year, alphabetical, spine colour. It’s time to get OCD.
5. Meditate. Focus on breath work first if you are having a hard time quelling your mind.
6. Set challenges for yourself. Abstain from alcohol, coffee, sex or chocolate for a month. Whatever your vice, keep away and you will be entertained no end. At the end you may even feel better. Too hard? How about a challenge to win $1000 worth of prizes in a month. Keep, swap, sell!
7. Attend art gallery openings. They are always good for filling those Monday and Tuesday evenings, and there’s almost always wine. Mm, wine culture!
8. Bands always need people in their music videos aka “a crowd of raging fans”. Go along and adopt a band, it’s always really really fun to rock out of control (even if they’re bad).
9. Feed ducks at your local pond. This is especially rewarding in spring when there’s ducklings and cygnets, aw.
10. Swim in the ocean. Or the lake! Try a variety of weathers – swimming in the sea when it’s raining is one of my favourite things ever.
11. Go camping for a single night in your nearest regional/national park. You get fresh air, a change of scenery and a mini hassle free adventure.
12. Become an origami expert - there’s lots of good videos on YouTube. A friend of mine is a champ at making tiny piglets!
13. Go thrift shopping, limiting yourself to $10 or less. What can you get? Something weird, classy, cool or for your best friend (I always buy old man cardigans for my bffs).
14. Make stupid videos - I spent serious time making this video as part of going away card. You can do better, rise to the level of internet meme… hours of fun!
15. Geek out and become the kind of person who can name plants and tell you all about their secret lives. Every time people see my tattoos they shoot me botany questions, so I am starting to gather a little knowledge on hydrangeas. Why yes, that is a Hydrangea macrophylla! (Boys who can name plants are incredibly sexy by the way. Swoon. Combine that skill with a picnic in a garden and I’m yours.)
16. On that note, organise a picnic with friends. Each of you is to bring one plate of treats, someone is to bring a blanket and voila! A modern feast.
17. Listen to the entire body of work by one musician/band. Form an opinion. Share that opinion. No idea? Start with Bob Dylan.
18. Likewise, read the entire body of an author’s work. Borrow these (potentially stacks) of books from the library. No idea? Start with Joyce Carol Oates.
19. Start a blog. I heart Wordpress and there’s a free hosted version available. Vent, rant, discuss, share what you’re thinking in that cute lil head of yours… and tell me when you’ve done so!
20. Scan old photographs and reminisce. Even better, do it with a friend. You can talk abut times that were, or the times that explain why you are who you are today. Fun.
21. Pub quizzes are grand. Drink a beer, squabble with your friends and learn some new facts. If you go every week your accumulated bar tabs will start covering the entire team’s drinks! Good for those empty Mondays and Tuesdays.
22. Acquire language tapes and learn a new tongue. I like putting Plimsleur lessons on my iPod and brushing up on my Japanese while running.
23. Make play-dough. I’m serious. Get back to your childhood and whip up a batch of dough (recipe here) and use food colouring to dye it wild hues. Sculpt and carve away your frustrations!
24. Plan that trip. Get into the nitty gritty of itineraries and budgets. Research: how much for that Cuban visa? How much for a meaty snack on the Trans-Siberian railway? What’s a good local coffee shop to visit in Glasgow?
25. DIY some fashion. Dainty tights, studded ballet flats and mini top-hats to decorate thy head. Learn to knit if you can’t already!
26. Write letters to all your nearest and dearest letting them know some of the reasons why you appreciate them… “I love you because you are not afraid to be silly and dance like a maniac with me, we share a Japanese obsession and I can always encourage you to do shots.” Post them.
27. Craft haiku. Modern ones, innit. I’ve written haiku about Trent Reznor’s hair, the emotional toll of public buses and the smell of the sea when you’re in love.
28. Head to your nearest mega-chain-book store like Borders - the modern library. Sit down somewhere paw at all the latest editions of foreign magazines, lap up the latest sci-fi fiction or read some manga. Then leave, without paying a cent. Muahaha! Sometimes if I’m feeling saucy I take my pile of reading material to the cafe and splash out on a ridiculously named coffee.
29. Gig guides and event listings are your friends! You should be able to find a free event to attend every night of the week. Go forth and discover new venues, music styles and subcultures. Raves, Romanian folk or clubs laid out like rabbit warrens – explore them all!
30. Live near the country? See if there is somewhere you can pick your own fruit and vegetables, or head to your local urban farmers market. Then take your seasonal produce and get in touch with your domestic side. For example, if you could get cheap fruit, there’s a world of preserves and jams to explore. Failing that, grab a bottle of vodka – there is always litres of cocktails to be made!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
ingrid michaelson.
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea,
And close to my heart he'll always stay.
I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella and
Nelly and Faye.
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay.
Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
There's a boy next to me and he never will be anything but a boy at the bar.
And I think he's the tops, he's where everything stops.
How I love to love him from afar.
When he walks right pass me then I finally see on this bar stool I can't stay.
So I'm taking my frown to a far distant town
On an island in the blue bay.
Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
I want to go far away.
Away away, I want to go far away, away, away
I want to go far away, far away.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another life, to another life.
To another shore line
In another life.
25 date ideas.
- Pretend you’ve never met, then loudly try out lame pickup lines in a swanky bar. Act like they worked.
- Go on a walking journey and every fifteen feet draw a chalk arrow in the direction you’re going. At the end of the trip, leave a big pile of chalk.
- Create photo evidence suggesting that you went on an adventure that didn’t really happen
- Go for a drive. You can only make right-hand turns. When you finally get stuck, turn around and then you can only make left-hand turns. Repeat until you find something interesting. Take pictures along the way!
- Build forts out of furniture and blankets, and wage war with paper airplanes.
- Go to a major chain bookstore, and leave notes to future readers in copies of your favorite books
- Write a piece of fiction together. Outside at a cafe. Ask strangers when you get stuck.
- Try and visit as many people as you can in one night, and turn as many things inside their apartment upside down as you can, without them noticing.
- Do the lamest tourist thing in your area that you have both secretly wanted to do forever. Have an unabashed good time!
- Hide and seek in the park
- Go around the city with sidewalk chalk and draw hearts with equations inside on random things
- Drive somewhere unknown and have dinner in a city you’ve never been to. With fake names.
- Go for a drive with the passenger blindfolded, choosing directions at random. See where you end up
- Dress up as pirates, commandeer shopping carts, and have a war upon the high seas.. er, parking lot.
- Go on a search for as many good climbing trees as possible, climb as high as you both can in all of them, compile photo evidence
- Rent a movie you’ve never seen before. Set on mute and improvise dialogue.
- Dress up as pirates and go parrot shopping at local pet stores.
- Go to the airport, get the cheapest, soonest departing flight to anywhere when you show up, and stay there for a weekend.
- Walk around a city and perform short silent plays in front of security cameras.
- In the middle of the night, drive to the beach, so you arrive just as the sun is rising. Have a breakfast picnic, then fall asleep together. Bring a sun umbrella.
- Dress up as superheros and stop at least one petty crime “ie. jaywalking, littering….”
- Go to a minor league baseball game under the stars. Tell each other stories about how bad you are at athletics. Randomly cheer for both teams. Eat lots of Cracker Jack.
- With camera and pair of boots, make photolog of a day in the life of the invisible man.
- Walk around the city all night and find a place to eat breakfast at dawn
- Go to a restaurant and convince the cook to create something completely new for you.
“While love is common, true love is rare, and I believe that few people are fortunate enough to experience it. The roads of regular love are well traveled and their markers are well understood by many—the mesmerizing attraction, the ideational obsession, the sexual afterglow, the profound self-sacrifice, and the desire to combine DNA. But true love takes its own course through uncharted territory. It knows no fences, has no barriers or boundaries. It’s difficult to define, eludes modern measurement, and seems scientifically woolly. But I know true love exists. I just can’t prove it.”
—
David Buss, psychologist, University of Texas, Austin; author of The Evolution of Desire
The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2006
(via myonlyappeal)
feist.
The Intuition
I'll know, I'll know
(Oh) I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although
They can lead you
Hide or reveal too
A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal could break your home
And have
A love is not complete
With only heat
They can tease you
Break or complete you
And in came a heatwave
A merciful save
You choose, you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal
(Oh) Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important something was
And what you might have missed out on
And how it might have changed it all
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Miss out on you
The average person spends 12 weeks a year 'looking for things'.
(via hazelweatherfield)I definitely believe that considering at least five times a night I'm convinced I've lost something.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
neutral milk hotel - in the aeroplane over the sea.
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me
Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Brand New - Millstone
I used to be so original.
I used to care, I was being cared for.
Made sure I showed it to those that I love.
I used to sleep without a single stir,
'Cause I was about my father's work.
Well take me out tonight,
This ship of fools I'm on will sink.
A millstone around my neck,
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.
I used to pray like God was listening.
I used to make my parents proud.
I was the glue that kept my friends together,
Now they don't talk and we don't go out.
I used to know the name of every person I'd kissed.
Now I've made this bed and I can't fall asleep in it.
Well take me out tonight,
This ship of fools I'm on will sink.
A millstone around my neck,
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.
Throw me that lifeline,
This ship of fools I'm on will sink.
A millstone around my neck
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.
"They never hit their brakes..."
"There was no time to see..."
"He just ran out in the street..."
"Does anybody know his name?"
"I think I recognize him..."
"He sure as hell paid for that mistake..."
Woah.
So take me out tonight.
This ship of fools I'm on will sink.
A millstone around my neck.
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.
Well save my life tonight.
This ship of fools I'm on will sink
A millstone around my neck
{If you'd} be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give.
It's just like being alone.
- Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes EP
- Heatmiser - Mic City Sons
- Metric - Fantasies
- Modest Mouse - The Moon & Antarctica
- Shivaree - Who's Got Trouble?
- Death Cab For Cutie - We Have The Facts And We're Voting Yes
- Owl City - Maybe I'm Dreaming
- Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
I need to make a list of things I need to accomplish today because I fear I may freak out if I just sit inside of my apartment. I work tomorrow morning at 5a.m. for ArtFair. Great sales going on though, I'm such a sucker for some deals. Let's be honest though those five dollar clothing/items add up. Clothing doesn't get me as bad as 'things' do, I'm a collector of things. I have way too many things. My new apartment is beautiful though, I'll be honest. Very well decorated ;).
To do today!:
- Make a playlist
- Clean out car
- REGISTER FOR FALL CLASSES
- Check train tickets to Chicago to see Sutor
- Clean room
- Check out ArtFair?
- Feed myself
- Goto bed at an early hour
BTW, I saw Harry Potter 6 last night at midnight when it came out with my friend Sarah. I read that first four books, didn't read this one, BAWLED my eyes out when Dumbledoore died. Like, really?! Dumbledoore?! Dear lord.
P.S. REAL sorry if you aren't a book reader and just watched the movies and I just ruined it for you. I just needed to rant, and you should have went and saw it last night any way.
I wish I was Kurt Halsey Frederickson's muse.
I love Kurt Halsey.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
(via) (quote-book: kari-shma)
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Radiohead - Thinking About You
Your record's a hit
Your eyes are on my wall
Your teeth are over there
But I'm still no one
And you're my star
What do you care?
Been thinking about you
And there's no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself
What do you care?
When the other men are far far better
All the things you've got
All the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?
I've been thinking about you
So how can you sleep
These people aren't your friends
They're paid to kiss your feet
They don't know what I know
And why should you care
When I'm not there
Been thinking about you
And there's no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself
What do you care?
When I'm not there.
All the things you've got
That you'll never need
All the things you've got
I've bled and I'd bleed to please you
... honey
Been thinking about you..
Daniel Johnston - True Love Will Find You In The End
Don’t be sad, I know you will,
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.
This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking will it find you
‘Cause true love is searching too
But how can it recognize you
Unless you step out into the light?
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.
Elliott Smith - Happiness
And a cop's standing out in the road turning traffic away
There was nothing she could do until after
When his body'd been buried below
Way back in the day
Oh my, nothing else could've been done
He made his life a lie
So he might never have to know anyone
Made his life the lie you know
I told him he shouldn't upset her
And that he'd only be making it worse
Involving somebody else
But I knew that he'd never forget her
While her memory worked in reverse
To keep her safe from herself
And, oh my, nothing else could've been done
She made her life a lie
So she might never have to know anyone
Made her life the lie you know
What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see
That all I want now is happiness for you and me
What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see
That all I want now is happiness for you and me
What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see
That all I want now is happiness for you and me
Pete Yorn.
So come with me
To a place that we don't know
Come with me
I just wanna say "hello"
If you need some inspiration before we go
Just know
It's the way I have fallen in with you....
It's the way I have fallen in with you
So come with me
To a river I have seen
On the way
We can wash off in the stream
Time is waiting for the lightning to arrive
You can take my life
But I'll never die
You can tell
That's the way I'll survive
So here we are now
A couple of fools
Driving around here
With nothing to do
We just made a bad decision
That's alright
You can take my life
But I'll never die
You can tell
That's the way I'll survive
Heading for
The bandstand in the sky
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Lock me in a room, and please don't let the world in.
Have you ever watched the things you know unravel directly in front of you? Slowly at first, but then more rapidly as you neared the end? There’s no reason for this feeling, everything is okay(!) but I’ve got a tight feeling in my stomach to match the way I’m keeping my jaw clenched. I’ve got the hangover blues, just- you know- not in a drunk sort of way. I’ve felt this way for weeks, running my fingers all over the walls and floors like I was trying to decipher some sort of foreign code invented solely for me.
How do you just start all over when there’s nothing but fake materials leftover from your former life? I’m not good at any of this, I never have been. I realize this with a sharp sort of frequency that scares even me.
I still dream of running away literally all the time, all the while knowing that my fingerprints would be the quickest thing to sell me out and down the river. Do you feel that sense of unease as well? Like you could pack up and leave, and it’d only be a matter of hours before they were dragging you back into the city by your ankles?
I’m completely uncaged, I guess is what I’m trying to say.
And god(!), these are the oldest of all words in my mouth. I’m living the same life from years ago, just at a different level of saturation. Deja vu, or deja vecu- both fit the feeling. And I’ve been fighting it for longer than I can even remember, my hands curled into tight and incomprehensible fists.
Once, I told you I thought my heart was overwhelming all the odds- like it was too big even for me. Are you catching the fact that I’m becoming less subtle as the days pass? I find myself abstaining from things simply for the reason that I don’t have the energy to smile anymore. I don’t have the energy to waste that on you.
My heart’s so big it feels like it’s going to break out of my chest. And I mean that (again) literally. I’m giving up the cute metaphors where I mention how I just love, love, love. I’m trying to tell you that I’ve made myself feel physically ill from all of this increasing pressure. Do you get it? Like somehow, alongside the shift of the seasons, I’ve managed to become less than the sum of all my parts.
Do you know how that feels? I’m not so sure that anyone else does, really.
Lonely and alone are two completely different things. Forgive me for not charting out the differences: I’ve never been one to break things down mathematically. It’s always been the colors and feelings that mean the most to me.I know. I know that you’re the saddest creature that ever walked this planet. But don’t you think the person who’s been striding in your shadow is feeling that sadness too? Just a little?
So maybe it was all of those words that made things hazy again. Maybe all the things I want you to know are lost on communication. Maybe what I want to say can’t be transfered with mere language.
I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut.
Once again, silence wins the game.
And forever has already been set in motion.
Rock and Roll House in Encinitas, CA.
That soon changed as Margolin, little by little, converted the exterior of the building, fences and patios into radiant collages, sparkling with mirrors, marbles, beads and images of rock heroes.
Positioned among the purple-painted siding are sculptures of Margolin's creation, which also celebrate the rockers he holds dear.
All of it is for sale from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. today and Sunday.
"Hopefully the art is beautiful and hopefully the spirits and memories of all these rock 'n' roll greats are living here," he said.
Margolin must vacate the house by April 25. His home and the nearby collection of cottages that house the 101 Artists' Colony are slated for demolition in June to make way for condominiums and offices.
"I've seen people come by here and just be blown away by this place," said Parker Donaldson, a neighbor and graphic artist. "I'm really sad to see it go."
Margolin said groups from senior citizen, drug rehabilitation and hospice care homes have visited the house.
"It uplifts the suffering and makes them happier," he said.
Many of the treasures Margolin turns into art came from the dump. A painted wheelbarrow contains plants and is decorated with faces from the Allman Brothers Band.
A purple-painted basketball hoop with a broken, gold-painted guitar at its base memorializes Jimi Hendrix.
An image of Hendrix also appears on The Kickwheel, a windmill with images of rock artists "who have kicked" -- or died -- attached to its blades. John Lee Hooker, Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley and Marvin Gaye are among them.
Stepping Stones bears the faces of members of The Rolling Stones.
Little Richard peers from the seat of a gold-painted chair that is shaped like a human hand.
Margolin copied the images from CD covers. He enlarged and laminated them before attaching them to his creations.
Even though the house will be demolished soon, Luis Quiroz of Encinitas dabbed pink paint onto marbles glued to a purple fence.
"Richard is the designer," Quiroz said. "He does the design and I help him."
Margolin said the only help he has received with the ever-evolving project has come from homeless people.
He said he has spent thousands of dollars to create and maintain the artwork and has invested untold hours that he could have spent running his tree service.
"I can't believe that the city is letting this go," said Joan Sebastian, an Encinitas artist who visited the house Friday. "It's part of what's great about Encinitas."
man who created it.
viadearyou.
You beautiful boy, I was just thinking of you by accident. I was reading and I stumbled upon pages of E.E. Cummings' poetry, little notes I'd made to myself with stanzas I loved, and one reminded me of you (since you've been gone). Since I know that the punctuation kills you, I will put it as though it were a paragraph, and probably poetry lovers will shriek, but probably, conversely, I won't care.
"Your homecoming will be my homecoming. My selves go with you; only I remain: a shadow phantom effigy (or seeming), an almost someone who's no one -- a no one who, till their and your returning, spends the forever of his loneliness dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning, feeling their stars have risen through your skies."
I read that and went to write to you, so I sat here at my computer and I thought, "Maybe he's home." Knock on wood, dear boy, but the universe likes to keep you close when I want you close. So when I am at my limit and you are supposed to be far gone, sometimes you come back, and when I think of you sometimes it's as though I've summoned you out of thin air. And look -- there you are. Welcome home, my odd little cookie, my singular love.
Love, Me.
- Robert F. Kennedy
via letterstolovers.
I look for you in the bars of every beautiful song and find traces of you in the ever turning world that thought it best to leave you and I behind. I guess I have to accept that I'll think of you always and dream of you like a distant summer twilight that seems too good to have ever been true.
A
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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Happy summer.
thnku.
'then you it should be smooth sailing from here on. it's nice to have someone who can balance you out that way. you are loud and obnoxious and smoke and drink entirely too much. you're insane and a brat, I mean 4 years later and you're still a pain in the ass haha but you're so cute and upbeat and have such nice things to say. you have the most beautiful outlook on life and what it means to live it. people can't help but love you or simply hate on it. really you're a beautiful person. I regret us not staying closer. I'm not tryin to come off as dramatic it's just really nice to know that people appreciate who you are'
Sunday, July 5, 2009
"If someone will sit with you at midnight and correct your grammatical errors while sending you messages that keep you awake - marry them, love them, never let them go."