our aspirations are wrapped up in books. our inclinations are hidden in looks.

January 25, 2009

a very pretty vintage dress, from the mid-'60s, i think. i like the details a lot
(In a very lovely vintage dress, from the mid-’60s. It’s gorgeous, but, unfortunately, it’s also falling apart in a way that I don’t know that I can fix.)

I’ll make a larger post soon, but, for now, I thought I’d list a few characters from literature that I very, very much relate to, and mention a bit (via reference to the texts) as to why I do. I just now, out of nowhere, suddenly had the idea to do this:

Estella, from Dickens’s Great Expectations:

“…If you had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her- if you had done this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”
and she goes on:
“So…I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.”

Catherine Earnshaw, from Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights:

(Heathcliff speaking to Catherine):

“You teach me how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me–then what right had you to leave me? What right–answer me–for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart–you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”

Isadora Wing, from Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying:

“I’m just trying to lead my own fucking life if I can manage to find it in all this confusion.”

Fenchurch, from Douglas Adams’s So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish (part of the The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series):

“She was tallish with dark hair which fell in waves around a pale and serious face. Standing still, alone, she seemed almost somber, like a statue to some important but unpopular virtue in a formal garden. She seemed to be looking at something other than what she looked as if she was looking at.”

“”Did you know,” she said with a slightly puzzled smile, “that there’s something wrong with me?”…
“Don’t worry,” she said. “it’s nothing bad at all. Just unusual. Very very unusual.”…
Arthur put his arms around her and moved them slowly downward.
“I don’t think it can be your bottom,” he said after awhile. “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with that at all.”
“Yes,” she agreed, “there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my bottom.””

“They had emerged at the top of the high-stacked cumulonimbus, and now began lazily to drift down its contours, as Fenchurch eased Arthur in turn from his clothes, pried him free of them till all were gone, winding their surprised way down into the enveloping whiteness.
She kissed him, kissed his neck, his chest, and soon they were drifting on, turning slowly, in a kind of speechless T-shape, which might have caused even a Fuolornis Fire Dragon, had one flown past, replete with pizza, to flap its wings and cough a little. …
The following morning Arthur and Fenchurch slept vary late in the alley despite the continual wail of furniture being restored.
The following night they did it all over again, only this time with Sony Walkmen.”

I think that I relate most to Fenchurch, even though she’s a minor character in the series. I’m not sure that I can adequately explain why that is, but I feel this intense connection to her character, and her interactions with Arthur are one of my favorite parts of the series, which is saying a lot, as I love THGTTG so very much. I re-read the books frequently, especially when I’m stressed, anxious, or sad, because I find them to be immensely comforting, very lovely, so incredibly smart, and so funny. Douglas Adams is a brilliant writer and his works are often achingly beautiful and always brilliant, and you’re doing yourself a great disservice if you haven’t read them yet. Trust me on that.

Oh, yes. I love all of those girls so much.

(The subject line is from Belle & Sebastian’s wonderful “Wrapped up in Books.”)

More soon. xoxo


i want to know do i stay or do i go, and do i have to choose just one? and can i choose again if i should lose the reason?

January 18, 2009

the spooky, beloved trees above my porch
(The spooky trees above my porch. I love them to bits.)

I’m terribly sorry for neglecting this space! The beginning of a new semester is always such a busy time. But at least the semester is going well so far. Teaching has been good, and I’ve been getting a lot of work done. I’ve been feeling quite happy lately, too. I hope that sticks around for a while.

Here’s the journal that I’m currently writing in and the book that I’m currently reading:

what i'm currently writing in & what i'm currently reading

It’s A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953. It’s a chronicle of the lovely and torrid relationship of Anais Nin and Henry Miller. It’s gorgeous and beautiful and erotic and intellectual and just STUNNING. I’ve read Henry and June a few times, but hadn’t gotten around to this yet. Highly, highly recommended. I’m absorbed in it.

& This is from Monday night. Straight hair & stripe-y shirt & a red headband make me a happy girl:

i heart straight hair

& Also, on Monday night, I was picking up some pizzas for my parents & I to eat after I finished working out at their house (I generally exercise there a few nights a week) and David Bowie’s “Young Americans” was playing inside the pizza place while I was waiting and, I swear, it is almost impossible to not sing along and dance to that song. I couldn’t do either at that moment, but it was hard not to, I tell you! :)

& I’m quite sad about Patrick McGoohan dying. The Prisoner is one of my favorite shows ever. It’s absolutely brilliant, engrossing, and beautiful. I can watch the episodes over and over again and not get bored. “A. B. and C.” is my favorite episode and one of the best bits of television ever produced, I’d say. Wonderful stuff.

I have more to post about, but I really need to run now. More soon!

(Subject line is from Nico’s gorgeous “The Fairest of the Seasons.”)

xoxo


Thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes. I thought it was there for good, so I never tried.

January 10, 2009

Yesterday, I was finally able to get my car un-stuck and drove it for the first time in almost a month! Wow. I went out to the post office and to a couple of stores and it felt very nice to be out. The roads are still scary, but not nearly as bad as they were before, at least for the moment.

& Today, despite it being very cold out, I drove around downtown for a bit with my window down, listening to The Who’s “Baba O’Reilly” VERY loudly, even playing Keith Moon-esque air drums on my steering wheel for a while. Oh, Keith <3. And, oh, how I love that song! It just felt very nice and liberating to be outside and to be able to drive around again.

& I filled up a Moleskine today! Wow! I have a few more & will have to choose another one to start writing in (I only use the pocket-size, hard-covered, ruled notebooks. I’m nitpicky like that.)

& Some photos!:

I love this vintage white dress & these earrings. Playing dress-up:

i heart that white dress

Favorite red flats!:

i heart these red flats!

A favorite dress and a favorite hat:

i like this dress a lot

Blue Baby Treeson! And a favorite cup and saucer:

blue baby treeson & a cup and saucer

And very delicious tea! One of my favorites:

yummy tea!

& You know what’s wonderful, inspiring, exciting, necessary, beautiful, and very, very important? The Atheist Bus Campaign:

(Photo taken in London & taken from the website)

Brilliant! But, seriously, can you imagine the uproar if anyone attempted this in the U.S.? Unfortunately, there have already been some idiotic complaints, based on the objection that “but how can they say that God probably doesn’t exist? There are no facts that prove that.” Um, um, um, this is so obvious that do I even need to say it? Okay, I will: PROVE THAT GOD EXISTS. Seriously. Then, we’ll talk. Can’t do it, can you? Nope. Didn’t think so. Then you have no case.

It’s a brilliant campaign. Very inspiring stuff.

& One of my favorite songs is Leonard Cohen’s “Famous Blue Raincoat”. It just slays me every time. The subject line is my favorite lyric from it. It’s a heartbreakingly sad and painfully honest beautiful ache of a song. I found a performance of it on YouTube today, from a German television show, filmed in 1979. Both the arrangement and the diction are quite different from the original version, which makes the song have a slightly less melancholy tone, but it’s still a beautiful performance. There are a ton of backing musicians and vocalists, most of which enhance the song, but then there’s this horrible cheesy sax solo in the middle. Skip over it, like I did. It’s lovely, overall:

& New semester starts Monday! Whoa! I have quite a lot of preparing to do before then. And I realized last night that I have to work 9-6 on Inauguration Day. DAMN IT. That is not good. Oh, well. Hopefully, I’ll still get to see the best bits, somehow.

More soon! xo


i'm dying to put a little bit of sunshine in your life

January 6, 2009

Sorry that I’ve been so very neglectful over here. I’ve been sort of distracted/busy, and also slightly sick. It’s still woefully snowy and cold out (I think almost six feet in a month?? Wow) and I’ve been mostly stuck in my apartment for a long time. I’m getting a bit tired of it.

Anyway! To catch up:

Reading:

reading

& In tights, polkadot wellies, and new coat (SO soft) from my mom, on New Year’s Eve:

lovely new coat, tights, and my polkadot wellies, taken on my snowy porch of doom on new year's eve

& Oh, bow dress, I love you!:

me & my bow dress, taken sunday night
(My girliness apparently knows no bounds!)

& A super-cute little Viewmaster Christmas ornament, from my mom:

adorable little viewmaster christmas ornament from my mom

& A new shower curtain (French vocabulary) from my parents. I love it!:

the lovely french vocabulary shower curtain my mom got me for christmas

Frost/Nixon STILL hasn’t come here. Sigh. I hope it does very soon. Also, I’m very excited for Last Chance Harvey (trailer here) which looks very sweet. I love Emma Thompson & any trailer that uses Badly Drawn Boy‘s “The Shining” (the subject line is from its lyrics) automatically owns a bit of my heart. It’s one of those songs that makes me gasp every time I hear it, because it’s so brilliantly gorgeous, and I cannot hear it without tearing up, in a mostly good way. It reminds me of a specific time in my life, an optimistic time that I’ve been trying to get back to lately.

Here’s a lovely live performance of it in London, from 2004:

More soon, indeed. xoxo


i’m dying to put a little bit of sunshine in your life

January 6, 2009

Sorry that I’ve been so very neglectful over here. I’ve been sort of distracted/busy, and also slightly sick. It’s still woefully snowy and cold out (I think almost six feet in a month?? Wow) and I’ve been mostly stuck in my apartment for a long time. I’m getting a bit tired of it.

Anyway! To catch up:

Reading:

reading

& In tights, polkadot wellies, and new coat (SO soft) from my mom, on New Year’s Eve:

lovely new coat, tights, and my polkadot wellies, taken on my snowy porch of doom on new year's eve

& Oh, bow dress, I love you!:

me & my bow dress, taken sunday night
(My girliness apparently knows no bounds!)

& A super-cute little Viewmaster Christmas ornament, from my mom:

adorable little viewmaster christmas ornament from my mom

& A new shower curtain (French vocabulary) from my parents. I love it!:

the lovely french vocabulary shower curtain my mom got me for christmas

Frost/Nixon STILL hasn’t come here. Sigh. I hope it does very soon. Also, I’m very excited for Last Chance Harvey (trailer here) which looks very sweet. I love Emma Thompson & any trailer that uses Badly Drawn Boy‘s “The Shining” (the subject line is from its lyrics) automatically owns a bit of my heart. It’s one of those songs that makes me gasp every time I hear it, because it’s so brilliantly gorgeous, and I cannot hear it without tearing up, in a mostly good way. It reminds me of a specific time in my life, an optimistic time that I’ve been trying to get back to lately.

Here’s a lovely live performance of it in London, from 2004:

More soon, indeed. xoxo


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