Messages
I like sending n. little messages, either by text or IM (when he’s offline, that way he gets them when he logs on, hopefully), to let him know I’m thinking about him. I imagine he sometimes gets a bit bashful when he receives some of them—he’s just so nice and sweet-natured.
It’s nice to feel that you can be so open about your feelings towards someone—I really haven’t felt that in a good, long time. I can’t wait for him to return next Friday.
I love getting things in the mail. And that’s it! All that packaging for one small, little thing. (‘Touch Base’ from Clinique in ‘Canvas’)
Recent changes
I’ve recently been inspired by my sister’s room-makeover. I particularly liked how she removed the doors from her closet (still a work in progress) and inserted her bookshelf and dresser.
I decided to rearrange my room, too. I’ve moved all the big pieces so far, now I just need to figure out where to put all of my books and small items, while aiming for a minimalist look as much as possible. Something’s going to have to give., I think.
This blog needs more Apricot (crappy phone picture).
Addendum: I totally forgot. Happy belated, Apricot! She turned four on the 13th. Send her presents!
Fall:
Wool, corduroy, browns and tweed.
It’s my favorite season of all.
Back!
I know I’ve neglected this space (and most of my other online spaces) for almost a month now. I blame 1.) not currently having a laptop in my possession that would allow me to constantly be online (to be remedied soon) and 2.) spending most of my free time eating lots and doing fun things with a wonderful guy who smells really nice and has a cute dog.
Animal calendars
by Katsumi Tamura
“This calendar kit includes six different sturdy white paper animals, each with a one-month calendar on each side. Simply pop them out, assemble them, and stand them upright—no glue or scissors necessary.” Available at the MoMa Store (which I love).
Writers' rooms
A neat series of photographs and stories is being done by The Guardian titled, “Writer’s rooms” (though they’ve also recently included rooms of illustrators and composers). The series offers a little peak into the world of these writers’ and artists’, both dead and living, and the spaces in which they create(d) and hone(d) their craft.
Rudyard Kipling (The Jungle Book, “The White Man’s Burden”)
Roald Dahl (James and the Giant Peach, Matilda)
Flickr favorites
1. Paris, Paris, 2. Untitled, 3. Untitled, 4. poppies and parasols!, 5. pegboard overall, 6. little red lanterns, 7. .9594, 8. Untitled, 9. please be seated, 10. lees feet and art, 11. gammon, eggs, chips and peas, 12. tiny tiny silver scissors, 13. 亚龙湾, 14. like a toy, 15. nic113, 16. nic124, 17. If only cats grew into kittens, 18. Beach Bear Deer, 19. Grizzly Bear w/ Victoria Legrand (Beach House) - sxsw 2009, 20. hey, can I come outside?, 21. .5334, 22. noticing mushrooms, 23. Untitled, 24. Untitled, 25. Untitled, 26. Untitled, 27. jars, 28. Untitled, 29. DSC_0214, 30. Untitled, 31. Frugal & Fancy, 32. IMG_6232, 33. Naked Pancakes, 34. giraffe, 35. Untitled, 36. salad rolls
Welcome to America
Last night I went to my first baseball game ever. It was the Giants vs. the Phillies at AT&T Park in San Francisco. I’ve never even watched baseball on TV let alone know much about it, though I do remember playing it in elementary school (or maybe it was softball).
I’ve seen hockey games in person and it’s a completely different experience watching a game live and there are all of these little rules and traditions you take part in as a spectator. The atmosphere and energy, of course, is different, too.
Aside from the slight drizzle and chilly air, it was a really fun first experience complete with hotdog (very essential to the experience), garlic fries, beer (even more essential), hot chocolate and the Giants winning 7-2. Thanks, Nelson :)
Photograph taken by my friend who went to the day-game on Wednesday. Weather was not quite as nice when we went (because it was in the evening), and we sat a lot closer (lower level, sec. 121, row J, between home and third).
Happy moments
It’s that happy moment of eating something delicious in a sunny atmosphere while listening to your favorite music when you can reflect on the thing you wish you had, but instead of feeling blue, as you once felt, you feel content and accepting of its current absence from your life. And though you may still experience some slight melancholy, you’re looking forward to the things ahead.
Concert bliss
I’ve concluded that I enjoy concerts a lot more when I’m sitting down and relaxing with a beer (or chocolate mousse!), rather than standing and trying to move and crane my neck to see the band because there are too many tall folks in my way.
I saw Ra Ra Riot, Andrew Bird and Death Cab for Cutie yesterday evening at the Greek Theater in Berkeley with a new friend. It was such a great show; I felt so happy, even as it rained a little.
The after-shower rainbow. (from tvham)
On our way to see Bruno...
…we noticed the posters for the new Sherlock Holmes movie:
Eddie: No way.
Me: Oh. Yeah, yeah.
Eddie: No way….
Me: Yeah!
I thought this was a funny exchange because Eddie is usually pretty loquacious. Have a fun and safe trip to S. Korea, Eddie!
