Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

'I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.'


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It will be the grandest of days when I'm able to get a pup of my own.

Inspiration Station

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Gender Roleplay

Hey, whatever floats your boat.

Most Agreeable

- Ahh, that's a fine Idea...
-Yes, Fine Idea.


Polaroid of me, taken by: me.

As an extremely thin blooded gal,
I've been drinking an obscene amount of Tea for temporary warmth.
not to mention wearing long pants, a hoodie, scarf, and knee socks...

I'm still shakin' in my moccasins.

Goal: buy a coat.

Sucks to be a Charity Case.

The Barber Pole

Infinitely drawn to Old Barbershops.
Can't say it enough,
I was born in the wrong era.

The Lamp is Low

Statler and Waldorf

waldorf_statler.jpg waldorf and statler image by dqctheemt


Monday, September 28, 2009

Lost in the Ashen of Autumn

I Love F a l l with all my Heart.
(dislike urban winter with a passion)

Tonight in honor of the Season:
I'll be baking Oatmeal Raisin Cookies
and plopping on the nostalgic sounds of
The Great Pumpkin.

Love Monday

It's a blustery and chilly Fall day here in chicago,
makes me want to wear saddle shoes...
instead i'm wearing a cowboy shirt

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The mountains are calling and I must go.

The man who talked to flowers and rocks:
Mr. John Muir
“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.”

What a life story, so interconnected with nature.
love him.

Motor Car



The Game of Life

My Life is like a game of Jenga.
Continually building from the ground up.

Each block woven together, constructing a tower of strength?
Though in this game, parts (of me)
are pushed away, lifted off, pulled aside or so simply taken out.

Sooner than later the gaps start to grow weary,
testing those unsuspected points of strength.
Inevitably causing this self to
wobble and sway, striking anxiety and fear of toppling over.

Then you realize, sometimes you must fall.
And with that last piece you come barreling down,
startling those closest to you.


the base-blocks of Jenga always survive,
the foundation of myself will always exist.
Gather those crumbled pieces and build again.

Sunday Mood

Mood: Travel Freely in Nature, Taking Pictures.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

The Sinclair Family


I adored this show as a kid.
I can't believe it completely slipped my mind till

'Baby's favorite pastime is to hit Earl repeatedly over the head with a frying pan while shouting, "Not the mama!"
and his catch line... "I'm the Baby, Gotta Love Me".

enjoy the silly madness:

oh man how i wish i still had the McDonald's figurines i collected of
Earl, Fran, Robbie, Charlene and Baby.
Memories. Memories. Memories.

Thank you Jim Henson for all your creative genius and for shaping childhood memories.

I've got a case on...

'Life should not only be lived, it should be celebrated!'

Oh, it's like sippin' sunshine all the time.
Happy Friday!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

never, neverland

' feels like i should be getting somewhere,
somehow i'm neither here no there '

I'm quick in a slow way

a somber line of canyons,
wild mustangs, clink of spurs, dry air.
whiskey fires the spirit,
causing moon-driven outbursts under that full majestic sky.

Painted Seascape

it's the want of going out into the vast unknown;
rather wrestling decisions out of the unstable condition of my mind.

the wild sea would wake me from my stresses.

A Brief Good-Bye

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All ashore that's goin' ashore!

The Power

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Snuggle Buddy

Freight Train Blues

Lets band together and ride that golden railroad?

Hittin' the Spot

' Wha Happened? '

Mitch Cohen: You know, 35 years ago, preparing for a concert meant playing "find the cobra" with the hotel chambermaid.

Mitch Cohen: I feel ready for whatever the experience is that we will... take with us after the show. I'm sure it will be... an adventure... a voyage on this... magnificent vessel... into uncharted waters! What if we see sailfish... jumping... and flying across the magnificent orb of a setting sun?

Desert Water

▲ by Chalkmountain.



Photos by: Alan Lomax.
musicians from Lomaxs' Italian Treasury collection.


Rolled up Map

'I see my path, but I don't know where it leads.
Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.'

Tuesday Mood