Thursday, July 29, 2010

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Staycation

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“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”

(collapse)
Closing shift at the Cafe these past few weeks have been
extremely difficult.
This post could easily turn into a whirlwind of verbal frustration,
but I'll refrain.
harumph.

But now, it's all over till next week.

My good buddy is getting hitched this weekend,
so I took the weekend off!
Which also means,
I'm officially on my mini-staycation!

The challenge:
catching up on the zillion
errand'n'odd'n'ends

without loosing the importance of
TIME OFF!



Reminder

jjaammminnnn! ;)

Wednesday Mood

orientaltiger:  heartsinacage:(by Lyndsay Jobe)

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Letter Writing



i know what you're thinking...
and yes,
this really existed.

really, truly.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Wine Flight

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For the moment:
I like hearing the tones of good tunes among the birds chirping at night.

Inspiration Station

Tumblr_l2c40wtjd41qar0v7o1_500_large(via violentlyopposed) (via fatalistpalmistry)(via russiancaravans) (via carouselinparis)

Love Monday

Ralph Morse GI and girlfriend under a tree, Hyde Park, London, May 1944 From the LIFE magazine photo archive [via How to be a Retronaut]

Sunday, July 25, 2010

In a Flash


suninscorpio, bobowoodlake

'We lived an adventure

Love in the summer
Followed the sun until night
Reminiscing other times of life
For each every other
The feeling was stronger
The shock hit eleven, got lost in your eyes'

Sea Stones


“Yesterday is ashes,
tomorrow is wood.
Only today does the fire burn brightly.”

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Old Shoes

Re-wired



"But with the morning cool reflection came."


So, a few days ago the Internet mysteriously died.
It took until this morning to get 'reconnect'
(someone was tampering with the box, grrrr)

anyhoo, i didn't realize until i was completely off-line just
how much the internet is apart of my daily life.
Given, I don't have a television...
so the computer is my main source of
'down-time-entertainment'
(my decompressing behavior
was used to watching Anthony Bourdain whilst sipping a glass of red wine.)

It's healthy to disconnect for a few days -
no news. no email. no facebook. no television. no blogging.

dear internet, i missed you. but i can live without you.
-lulu

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Sibs

I'm the youngest of three.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Line in Life

Unknown Artist, German School, [Man Sitting on Steps of House with Socks Hanging on Nearby Vine to Dry], 1880s, Collotype (metmuseum.org)

I'll never be able to shake this passion;
i'm held captive.

alright by me.

Vie Passée


Studio Terrace.
Camille Silvy.

Love Monday

killerbeesting:  les amoureux à l’escalier, quais de  seine, paris, 1955 by gérald bloncourt

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Morning Dew

skaftafell by sarah.rosemary.

Now this is what I consider - Ideal.

Spinning

Nobody but Yourself

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'Can you see me? All of me? Probably not.
No one ever really has.'

Fresh Eyes

Nature

sucre:(via odium)

"Music heard so deeply that it is not heard at all,
but you are the music while the music lasts." -t.s.elliot

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Kaput



My (thurs - fri) 'Weekend' is over.
I spent the 'weekend' lounging, having a long conversation till sunrise, eating many cold veggie sandwiches, summer beers, and movies.
*Including a last night screening of :Inception
See this film - it's stunning*

This morning, I'm mentally preparing myself for the 110 degree heat inside the Cafe, no joke. Along with the start of another work week.

One day at a time, One Moment at a time.

Loving All Summer Scenes,

-Lulu
.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

One Shot



“You will always exist in the universe in one form or another.”

Check



If only this was my morning perspective.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Music Hungry

http://www.harpguitars.net/knutsen_images/knutsen-playing_woman-miner.jpg

Like I've vented before,
The neck of my guitar snapped off (mysteriously) a while back...
and all I want right now is to be playing once again.
sigh.

Swoon


Wednesday Mood

by paige marshallby JoeCharlton

Folk



You left your mark.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Sign Off

prettystuff:  intradwetrust:  enthusiasmdocumented:  (via forevergoodmorning)

Late Night



Bill Evans is Spinning while I lounge reading under a soft light.
The windows are fully open with the company of soothing fan -
The heat of the Summer has finally arrived.

Variables



'... the good and the bad, the ecstasy,
the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places,
and how the weather was.' -hemingway

Shot of the Day



let loose.

Round Table



I day dream of the boisterous conversations and daily shenanigans
one could have with this man.

Duffel & Direction

I'll stumble on that train, then maybe a boat or plane...
wild, free, and in search for the miraculous!
I'll sleep with a compass in my hand and a stack of maps under my head.
a promise,
-Lulu

Monday, July 12, 2010

On Steady Repeat

Love Monday

flamelikeme:hoodablah: via

time.
you only grow older.

Floating Voyage

 J. M. W Turner - The Burning of the Houses of Lords  and Commons, 1835 (from: uncertaintimes & unpalombaro)

"And so in my mind’s eye these coastal forms merge and blend in a shifting,
kaleidoscopic pattern in which there is no finality, no ultimate and fixed reality -
earth becoming fluid as the sea itself."

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Lake Michigan

http://www.rotatingcorpse.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/charles_w_cushman_chicago_1941_la_4-1.jpg

I'm a homegrown, City raised-Chicagoan.
And during the summer months,
there is no better place to reside.

Days spent by the Lake,
bouncing around from park to park -
museum to museum.

These barrier stones (shown above) I remember the most.
Old men fishing as still as statues; while the waves violently crashed upon them.

Exploring these 'piers' with wet and uneven footing
was cause for a weary child.

Nostalgia to the max.

can't help but miss it, a bit.
(thank you, sir charles cushman)

Inspiration Station

ilovereadingandwriting:  booklover:  hikenow:hoopingll:   Temples  of Knowledge - Historical Libraries of The Western World (via hiroburo)(via yimmyayo)jesuisperdu:(via iamnocturnal)   Daniel Gebhart de Koekkoek

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Vin Rouge



Summer Clouds

Emil Nolde, Summer Clouds, 1913, oil on canvas, Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza (from theshipthatflew)
(Emil Nolde 1913)

'too young to burn'

Morning Oddity

As I've mentioned in previous posts...
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming)
*Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
last night,
it was:




i was singing this song over and over in my dreams last night,
so much so that I woke myself just to scribbled down:
' seems like a mighty long time'

How Long is Now?

benjaminhilts:  liquidnight:  In a Wonderland they  lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever  drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is  it but a dream? - Lewis Carroll,  Through the Looking-Glass and What  Alice Found There [photo via All Things Amazing]

“No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die,
but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed,
for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.”
-a. dillard

Friday, July 9, 2010

Comedic Crush

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Yes-sirree-bob,
I served Ryan Hansen today!
I tells ya, the Cafe I work at has turned into a downright celebrity center.
Good to see you again, Christina Ricci.
One Latte, Ryan Gosling?
It's kinda fun...