9.30.2008

why the fall is the best season....


“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace. As I have seen in one autumnal face”
- John Donne


"Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn."
- Elizabeth Lawrence


“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree.”
- Emily Bronte


“Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.”
- Carol Bishop Hipps


“Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the haze.”
- Emily Dickinson


“October is a symphony of permanence and change.”
- Bonaro W. Overstreet


“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”
- Stanley Horowitz


"Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile."
- William Cullen Bryant


“I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.”
- Nathaniel Hawthorne

"There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!"
- Percy Bysshe Shelley

"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November."
- Rose G. Kingsley

9.28.2008

so ...

on an Ani kick.

sue me.





ani difranco both hands

I am writing graffitti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried I am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life,and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow I am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands

ok now.

lets pull it together.

itunes recently played:

Throw Me The Statue- Written in Heart Signs Faintly
Throw Me The Statue- This is how We Kiss
Throw Me The Statue- Lolita
Yeasayer- 2080
Built To Spill- Temporarily Blind
Built To Spill- In the Morning
Bon Iver- Skinny Love
Joan Jet- Do you Wanna Touch


weekend- rain, booze, art, friends, rain, rain, and some rain

mouth- coffee stained

tummy- full

outlook- positive, dance dance dance.

9.24.2008

okkervil river


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i cannot stop listening. someone take me away.

Ani Difranco

pulse (bug poem)

you crawled into my bed that night
like some sort of giant insect
and i found myself spellbound
at the sight of you,
beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuff
bluffing your way into my mouth
behind my teeth, reaching for my scars-
that night we got kicked out of two bars
and laughed our way home

that night you leaned over
and threw up into your hair
and i held you there, thinking-
i would offer you my.....pulse
if i thought it would be useful
i would give you my breath,
except,
the problem with death
is that we have some hundred years
and then they can build buildings on our only bones
100 years, and then your grave is not your own
and we lie in out beds, and our graves
unable to save ourselves
from the quaint tragedies we invent- and undo,
from the stupid circumstances we slalom through

and i realized that night that the hall light,
which seemed so bright when you turned it on,
is nothing-
compared to the dawn
which is nothing-
compared to the light
which seeps from you while you're sleeping,
cocooned in my room-
beautiful and grotesque,
resting

that night we got kicked out of two bars
and laughed our way home

i thought-
i would offer you my pulse,
i would give you my breath
i would offer you my pulse,
i would give you my breath

some posting.

music: amy winehouse -- Tears Dry on Their Own


read: The Alchemist Paul Coelho
and some Bukowski


weather: beautiful...I embrace fall.


Lets see... I miss my best friend. Dancing my tush off. Teaching it off even further. All the while the leaves begin to fall and I feel restless. Lets go on a trip Who wants in?



blogger never lets me upload pictures. its so nice of them. and makes my posts really fun.

9.16.2008

Lenka

I am the biggest advocate for the itunes single of the week. 1 free song every week. And I say free music is the best gift anyone could receive. Last week the one free song came from a lovely lady going by the name of Lenka. The name of the song The Show.



I have not yet got her album, although I am looking forward to the day that I finally get paid. I say we should all get her self titled debut and suppport the fem. And also btw we should all check out the Modest Mouse cover on her myspace.

appreciate. support.

Betsey Johnson Spring 2009

This post is slacking as far as time is concerned. Busiest human this semester. But, it's ok. While I intern on Mondays Wednesdays and Thursdays, a hellish commute to the city from Marist, I sometimes get graced with the presence of Emily or Dave for lunch hours. Helps me get through the week while staying sane. This past Tuesday - however - I volunteered for the Betsey Johnson show in Bryant Park.

I've been trying to be assigned the Betsey shift since freshman year. And now, my time has finally come. Where can I even begin?

I walked into The Tent around 12 on Tuesday the 9th, to be hit in the face with bright blues, deep reds, clown prints, star prints, cafe tables. Every color-combo and design feature that you would not find at any other designer's show was right there spilling all over the Betsey Johnson runway. The backdrop was a collage of all different types of clowns complete with a pink neon lit Betsey Johnson signature sign.

Through red paned doors the models were lead to the runway, which looked like a pair of childhood pajamas, bright blue with bright, big yellow stars. The front row was not really the front row because in front of it were lined, red cafe tables with table cloths matching the runway. Four seats per table, and on each table were 2 cupcakes (B and J), 4 lollipops, Betsey-themed plates and napkins and blue gift bags galore. I was beyond excited.

And then there she was. As I was placing my last gift bag on a guest's chair, I turned around to find this itty bitty woman dressed in all black with killer heels and the blondest of blonde hair you ever did see. Betsey is just so lively. So full of emotions and expressions. She doesn't see herself as higher or better than anyone, as she was doing her part in the show just as everyone else was. She was up in the DJ booth prior to the show reviewing the music with the DJ, which ranged from crazy techno to songs from Sesame Street, as she dance and clapped and smiled to big with that bright red mouth of hers. It was basically a cracked-out childhood themed show. And I loved it.

As we continued to set up for what was to be an amazing show, in walks Kelly Osbourne. Looking good I might add. With the lead singer of Evanesence (which I would later find out). Also present were Run's kids, one of whom is def dating Lil Bow Wow (who ain't lying about being LIL). And then, the show began. Betsey opened by carrying out her 2 granddaughters and balloons to her daugher Lulu and the rest of the Johnson clan sitting at one of the cafe tables.

Then, bursting through the red doors came victorian silhouettes complete with hoopskirts, ruffles, pastels, paisley prints, top hats, layers, petti-coat looking with accentuated shoulders. The BJ Spring '09 look was starting to seem like a crazy twist on some very basic silhouettes. Not to mention the models purple, blue and pink wigs.

Then the show transitioned into all whites. See-through floor-length dresses, ruffles galore, itty-bitty sunglasses, causal silks and modern lace. It was rock star meets prarie virgin. It was awesome.

Then Betsey showed yet again how her show is not like any other. A man dressed as a pirate came out and messed with the models as well as threw out fake gold coins as the garments transitioned right from white to black. In between the fake pirate nearly tripping the models to death with the runway full of gold coins, there were silhouettes similar to the white section, but black, and feel was totally different, dark, mysterious, and fun. The garments slowly became more and more full of life as traditional and classic Betsey prints, flowers, and loudness came about and the music went from slow to very fast paced. There were dresses with her famous rose print, bright leggings, flowing dresses. Everything gave the feel of vibrancy and lightness.

The show's end was amazing. A showcase of 7 different Betsey Johnson-styled wedding gowns. The "brides" came down the runway with their hands handcuffed behind their backs as a wedding song played. So clever and artistic.
Then Betsey came out. Dressed in an serious Emerald tutu dress and doing her infamous, perfect cartwheel into a split. The show ended with the models dancing up and down the runway holding balloons of ducks, sheep, cows, etc. That's Betsey, love her!

Some runway shots:











Peep some pics taken by a fellow volunteer:












bow wow.

9.11.2008

Sundowner

is so autumn.

9.09.2008

You Shall Know Our Velocity!

I must say. This book gathered dust for weeks before I liked it. I bitched about the no chapters, and how I had no idea what I was going on. (honest) Until the second I was left to catch a train ride with nothing to read, searching my room I grabbed the first thing I saw....VELOCITY!

I have not put it down since. I urge you to read past the not typically chaptered book (it goes by days, not numbers). Get lost in Will's head, deal with Hands' stories, and remember Jack. The two friends ,Will and Hand, find themselves on a week long escapade in which they only wish to give away money. Money that Will stumbled upon and felt was completely useless to him. Taping it to donkeys and leaving envelopes on huts in Senegal, swimming in the waters at 1 am, Casablanca, and painful memories of their childhood friend have me intensely reading this book that took me so long to appreciate. Once again Dave Eggers has made my reading experience pleasurable. I am a true fan.

The nights are getting cooler, days are shorter, but its ok. Autumn approaches.

appreciate.

good evening.

9.07.2008

9.05.2008

scarves approach


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home alone. friday. carlo. missing summer. among other things.


When I ask you to kiss my pulseyou offer to start the shower.I want a verb and you give me a noun.What do you dream up while I tongue you down?

wolf parade - shine a light

you know our hearts beat time out very slowly

just a reminder!!

Tonight and tomorrow


tokyo police club
gin blossoms
b 52s
everclear...
and lots of others



nomahegan park
cranford nj


holler

9.02.2008

Bill Sullivan

I haven been wanting to post this site for a while now.

New York based photographer, Bill Sullivan does a little something that I just love seeing. Catching folks off guard, "situational photography" if you will. His impromptu portraits of the everday people are awsome. People in elevators, subway turnstyles, and sitting out on the street are what his website is jam packed of. My favorite section is Time Port (Times Square Portraits). Take a peep around here. I am sure you will enjoy.




thanks to ev for the heads up on this like months ago haa. lazy daisy i am.

bon iver

for emma

i love bon iver. watch this. enjoy it. love him

lets talk about

top 10 most played songs on my itunes:

The Park-- Feist
I Feel it All --- Feist
Marching Bands of Manhattan -- Death Cab for Cutie
Brandy Alexander -- Feist
So Sorry -- Feist
Sea of Love -- Cat Power
Brothers On A Hotel Bed-- Death Cab for Cutie
My Moon My Man -- Feist
I Will Follow You Into the Dark-- Death Cab for Cutie
The New Year-- Death Cab

Am i a female? perhaps.



Summer winds down to you sitting in your room alone eating a turkey sandwich and cleaning out your computer. The sun is still hot yet you have worn alll of your favorites until they are merely threads of what used to be. Work will begin for me soon as dance teacher and Jessi is already up at school. Getting through the week to the weekend is all that will matter. Scarves will return, new winter coats, skinny jeans, and dark nail polish are all familiar.

So long summer, it was somethin....