Little pinkies up!

Tea Party. My backyard under the rose bush, next to the clothesline. 6:00 PM tonight.

Best behavior and hats and suspenders required (unless you're Jackie, who breaks my the little porcelain unicorn in my heart every time I require costuming... I'm still crossing my fingers).

Tooting my own party horn: after the success of my last grand tea party that my very posh family held for Bonnie's birthday, I have decided to have more of this kind of fancy shindig. Now raise your glass and cross those raised pinkies in hopes of another good evening.

J. New

I have succumbed to peer pressure and am in the throes of learning a Joanna Newsom song on my harp.

Finally.

let's get out of this country

“To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” – Freya Stark

When I was little, as in yesterday, I would close my eyes, spin the globe, and point out the place I was going to go right that very second.

(I still don't think you'll be there when I get off the plane. But I am glad you're alive, just being somewhere.)

(photos via Running With Curlers, My Ear Trumpet, Accidental Creativeness,fyeah globetrotters, Art Pixie, My Vintage Heart, I'm Anna)

Line 'em up

A girl can dream. I'll be willing to bend some of these rules...


occasionally.

XOXO

(You won't get this joke unless you're Ashleigh Brummer, Katie Bald, Brandon Stone, or any other GG-ophile out there in this big world... though Jessica P. might understand through Gossip Girl-Osmosis, which is the movement of Chuck Bass' bowtie molecules across the semi-permeable tympanic membrane of her inner ear from a region of high concentrated late night online television watching to an region of lower concentrated 'Dear-God-I-want-to-sleep-I-simply-cannot-take-one-more-over-the-top-dramatic-reaction-to-a-seemingly-non-dramatic-scenario-and-even-the-sound-of-that-leggy-blonde's-voice-is-putting-off-my-REM-cycle-will-you-turn-that-blasted-show-off-before-my-dreams-are-filled-with-that-Dan-boy's-condescending-cheek-bones' until a state of equilibrium is reached.

Humphhhh. Jess girl is probably glad that I've finished the season, that I have nothing to stay up to watch late at night (except for How I Met Your Mother), and that Chuck got shot.

Shame on you, Jess. Shame.)

Fitz

Homage #2

""You know, you’re a little complicated after all."
“Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really - I’m just a - I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.’””
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

F. Scott Fitzgerald has been hiding in the folder labeled 'babes' for too long now.
Indeed, his babe-hood is rightly deserved.
I love him for his mind...
AND his ability to rock a middle part.
"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.” "I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't." "All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath."
(F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald - photo via Lost Splendor)

Puddin.

Pudding Cups.This is what I'm making this weekend.

You're invited to come help.

On Quitting.

I quit my gig at the sushi joint. It felt like the right thing to do.

Tonight will be my last night working there, and while I will miss the friends I have made there (as well as the supplement to my paltry income), working 14+ hour days has worn on my little girl spirit. I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed more time to do what I need to survive, such as: sleeping appropriate hours and eating normal food at a table instead of in my car between jobs. I need to have a summer and to ride bikes and swim everyday and to hang out with Bonnie and to ACTUALLY practice with my bands and dance company and to finish my projects and write lots of post-teen angst-esq poetry and to cover Ben Folds Five songs on the harp. Lots of 'Ands'.

Sent at 12:26 PM on Monday
me: how is your job coming along?
Sent at 12:42 PM on Monday
Nate: dopest
not really
me: quit. it's invigorating
Nate: i love quitting
i quit every chance i get
Sent at 12:47 PM on Monday
me: so everyday?
Nate: i wish
me: QUIT TODAY AND COME RIDE BIKES
Sent at 12:52 PM on Monday
Nate: how about i quit tomorrow
i don't work Mondays
Sent at 12:53 PM on Monday
me: Ok. You need to do this as dramatically as possible.
Nate: uh, just like everything i do
me: my plan on leaving tonight is this: I'm going to push over a table, light it on fire, grab the bartender by the lapels and kiss him on the mouth, flip off all the waiters, steal the bus-boy's long board and sail into the sunset.
You can copy this pattern and adapt it to your needs/workplace.
Nate: nice
me: I just decided that i might just turn this conversation into
a blog, so you need to be wittier right now.
Nate: guh
me: perfect. keep that up
Nate: bg
me: You're really really good at this
Sent at 1:07 PM on Monday

Banana Karenina

"OMG. Ice cream, books, AND puns. I’m in love."

(via Lost Splendor)

Take that, Robert Siegel

When I grow up, I want to interviewed on NPR. It's the stuff my little girl daydreams are made of. I'm not particular on the details of who does the interview or what we talk about, just as long as it happens. Of course this means that I'll have to live even more spectacularly then usual in order to have the big "THEMs and WHOs" track me down to spit out my nonsense. They'll take it as wisdom and I'll become a much beloved/well listened podcast, or live in infamy for something outrageous/sacrilegious that I'll accidentally say.

If it's the latter, I'll start wearing masks and traveling in the cover of night.

I kind of hope it's the latter.

Since my dream has yet to come true concerning being interviewed (and a slight chance of mask wearing), I am going to steal the questionaire from one of my favorite blogs that I follow, 01 Magazine, and interview MYSELF. It has come to that.

LET'S BEGIN:

3 of the last things that have inspired you
1. Gustav Klimt's colors and shapes.
2. Living in the crow's nest of a bunkbed.
3. Photos of long haired girls, or of gestures and hands in natural light.

3 things on your walls
1. Beaux's Grandpa hats. Feathers and plaid.
2. Does the fridge count? If so - a Max-dog, shaped with a hundred small square magnets of classic paintings. I made the first version, while Jessica made the second (I like the second version of Max better).
3. Rose hooks in black, white, and turquoise for my collection of long necklaces.
3 things that you never get sick of
1. Monkey Island for my iPhone
2. Swimming underwater while the light streams in.
3. Goat Cheese and Pears in salads

3 artists who have influenced your development
1. Pascal Magnin
2. Zvi Gotheiner
3. Maya Deren 3 blogs that you follow
1. My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck By Lightning
2. My Vintage Heart
3. F*Yeah Steampunk Fashion

3 songs that everyone should listen to
1. Final Fantasy - Remix of Star's 'Your Ex-Lover Is Dead'

2. Emily Brown - Song of an Insomniac
3. Judy Garland - Get Happy

End of psuedo-interview.

(Robert Montgomery, Scope Art Show, Basel)

Handsy

Ingenious.
1.Marked by inventive skill and imagination.
2.Having or arising from an inventive or cunning mind; clever: an ingenious scheme. See synonyms at clever.
3.Obsolete. Having genius; brilliant.

Right on AT&T.

(Dear Aunt Sally,
This was the best forward ever.
Love, Claire)

Why does it...

...look like THIS in the middle of JUNE:(Vincent van Gogh, The Roofs of Paris 1886, Paris)
When I want it to look/feel like THIS: Whine whine whine.
Complain complain complain.

Maybe I AM Russian.

I want.

Matryoshkas.

Maybe this is becoming my new obsession.

Need??

Probably not. I need toothpaste. Awesome t-shirts are on the list of things I should maybe try to forget en lieu of paying for grad school.

(via Pakamera)