Snapshots of my friends, in words.
The girls: frenetic dance/harmonizing extravaganza to the one and only Janelle Monáe, also discussing breath support and ass-shaking technique The boys: disassembling the farm-fresh chickens, then reassembling the inner parts, a la 7th grade biology class. They’re singing along with us, of course. We’re making sangria in the midst of all this. and the house is literally ringing...
a compendium of contradictions
in which i don’t make a fool out of myself, but should have: today was full of strange near-misses, as if The Way Things Are was left slightly out of sync by this leap day. it began haphazardly—i overslept by an hour, which scribbled out the possibility of practicing before class—and desperately scrawled IPA under the lyrics of my piece as the girl before me wrecked her...
The rain is impressively desultory. I don't want...
I think I just heard thunder!!! It could very well have been some man-made noise, but I’m calling this spade whatever the hell I want to.
this is a test. i repeat, this is a test.
Me: aaaawww, hello there, bear!
Milo: meow, meow, meow, meow.
Me: are you hungry?
Me: well, I fed you an hour ago, and you're fat. you don't need two dinners.
Me: Come here, you can lick my ice cream bowl, there's no chocolate in it.
listening to wonderful music on the drive home from a successful rehearsal in which people got their acts together at long last, and also in which i received respect and warmth from the few members of the ensemble who initially resented my presence (although they were never hostile or impolite). eating lobster ravioli while listening to the rain. looking at the clock, seeing 9:55, and saying to...
You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.– C.S. Lewis (via lionskeleton)
mythologyofblue: Although perhaps this distinction is no more than one of semantics. -David Markson, Wittengenstein’s Mistress
I'm pretty vulgar on mornings when I need to...
It’s mostly internal dialogue, but still, damn. The only regression my behavior could experience would be to start literally growling at the people around me.
Miss Piggy On Beauty
ribbonsandgeekery: Gaahd, Miss Piggys interview on beauty for Vogue gave me a smile from ear to ear. I love that sexy body positive pig. What are your top beauty tips? Start out perfect and don’t change a thing. Always accentuate your best features by pointing at them. And conceal your flaws by sucker punching anyone who has the audacity to mention them.
Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.– Ken Kesey, from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
working with the kids always improves my state of...
They’re so little that they haven’t been indoctrinated into the cult of indifference yet. I can see mental effort sketching tiny scowls and the elation of success painted in sound and smile. They seem to have an endless capacity for the act of learning; it surprises me every week, how diligently most of them apply themselves without losing exuberance. Even in the rare moments when the...
thesoulshallucinations: Good attitude, good day. Bad attitude, bad day. The choice is completely yours. You have the opportunity to chose how you want to view things. So why not make the best out of it? My bad attitude and I really needed to see this.
i'm making an honest effort to not be angry about...
It’s not working very well. I’m sitting here and breathing, rather than yelling, but that’s cold comfort. Being told to deal with a grade that does not accurately reflect the correctness of a number of my test responses, and having those points withheld after proving I deserved them (the professor admitted this) because my grade was considered “fine” by her standards...
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and...– L.P. Jack, from his Education Through Recreation, published in 1932. (via benfisher)
The first regret I have about today
is that by the time I’ll get home from work, it will be too dark to run. I’m way too skittish to do night runs; they consistently end in panic, which is entirely counterproductive.
Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and...– Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via moreofamore)
Size 0 may make no sense mathematically, but a woman who wears that size is as...– Hugo Schwyzer just because i wear a smaller jean size does not mean i’m not allowed to try to get in better shape slash lose weight. i’ve been told off too many times this past week…it’s demeaning to tell someone that they need to lose weight, but to tell someone that...