the rain

just sucks the awake right out of me.

i love lying in bed listening to it.

it's only fear

i've been thinking a lot about fear lately.

watching the power of nightmares and thinking about neoconservative and radical islamic ideologies. how they shape each other, feed off of each other, and use fear to manipulate the masses.

attending setha low lectures and thinking about fear and the built environment. learning that gated communities only make us more afraid. that walls and bars and guards don't really make us more secure, only more paranoid.

listening to alexi murdoch and just...thinking.

the ground beneath her feet

Liquefaction
Land identified by the State of California that is located in the general area of sites that possess the potential for earthquake-induced transformation of loosely packed sediment into a fluid mass.

sometimes the fuck-ups are the most beautiful

i am so clumsy

it's kind of out of hand. really.

i ate truffles last night

for the first time

swoon

andrew and i take on The Nature

yeah, i'm a hopeless romantic

so what?

true love will find you in the end - beck cover of daniel johnston

waste your time

music map

now if only i could stop wasting mine.

a few weeks ago i was out getting my morning cup of coffee when a homeless woman collapsed in my path. i asked if she was ok, but she clearly wasn't. she was having some sort of seizure - shaking, moaning and drooling. i stayed with her until the ambulance came, trying to keep her conscious and talking - but i don't think she even realized i was there. the paramedics whisked her away, and i continued on, somewhat unsettled. all of this happened in a matter of minutes.

i've since wondered what had happened to her. how sick was she? did she die? if she died, was i the last face she saw? was she a drug addict? if she lived, was she able to get some help - to get off the street? did she want to get off the street?

i saw her again today, back in her spot by the post office. her cart was full and her hair was in a fully picked out afro. as with so many things, i'm at a loss.

rain+friday+6pm=

things that grow near me

i am sitting in class right now

and this head. this head is sitting in front of me. it's enormous.

it's perfectly blocking my view of the board. i have to crane my neck to see around it.

oooooo....if i had a rubber band right now, it would be in so much trouble.

or a scythe. that would work too.

last night

i dreamt that hedonism had taken over as the dominant political and social philosophy of our time. it wasn't the huge party you'd expect, though.
it was chaos.

i awoke at 5:30 in the morning to the sound of the garbage men rumbling past my door.
i generally curse them (every tuesday, like clockwork).
but this morning i was suddenly grateful for their presence, and for the beauracratic, sloppy, inefficient, unjust government they represent.

it just needed to get out of the house for a while

Harris: Ideological labels don't stick too well to you.

Jacobs: You try, if you can, to get people to look at the specific thing that is happening and not try to generalize it as an ideology. Ideologies, no matter what kind, are one of the greatest afflictions, because they blind us to seeing what is going on, or to what is being done.

from a jane jacobs interview with bill harris

it's snowing there

i'm jealous.

this is what it looks like here.

my talented friends

so i happen to be an amazingly lucky girl with a number of friends who inspire me on a regular basis. here are two of them.


cara


cara has a radio show in cambridge on from 8-9pm on thursday nights (thats 12-1pm for those of us on the west coast). she plays old swing, blues and jazz. you can tune in, or check out the archives, here.

here's a little sample from last night's smutty selection.

if i can't sell it, i'll keep sittin' on it - ruth brown

handyman - alberta hunter

that first one might be the best song i've ever heard.
cara's taste in music is exquisite.


sarah


sarah was my roommate once upon a time, and her creative influence shaped my life.

she is currently travelling around asia with her adorable husband, gabe. here are some of their shots.




i miss them both dearly.

when i'm left to my own devices

omg

my friend christine just told me the secret to walking in heels without prancing like a show pony.

this is going to change my life.

seriously.

my thoughts were so loud

i remember the weeks after 9/11, when i finally had to return to work. i was so, so scared. i jumped everytime a train rumbled beneath me or a car backfired. and so i listened to the moon and antarctica over and over on my silly cd walkman, every single time i left my house.

there's something about isaac brock's voice that i can't quite put my finger on.
there's something about it that holds my hand.

the world at large - modest mouse

tomorrowland today

check out this opinion piece on the transportation crisis that ray bradbury wrote for the LA times. his suggestion? a monorail! now I'm no transportation planner, but i think the idea has possibility.

lead us into the future, mr. bradbury. i put myself in your capable hands.

p.s. this post is dated from last night, even though i'm posting it in the morning, because i fell asleep while writing it. or actually, while waiting for my thready internet connection to publish it. good times.

sunrise from perloff hall

my mind is still swimming.

it's time for sleep.

flicking your computer screen because you're unhappy about it's content does not *actually* affect the content.

just your computer screen.

my stomach is distended like a small ethiopian child's

but for the opposite reason

call me a luddite

"Film photography is rapidly becoming a special-interest niche."

not to me, new york times, not to me.

110 St. Marks

this is my old doorway. this is the ledge that i sat on. smoked cigarettes and talked on my cell phone. drank fresh margaritas from plastic cups. sipped warm beers when the power went out. welcomed people in. ushered people out. where i was attacked. where i sat for hours with friends and watched the world go by. where strangers stopped to ask for a light, ask for directions, or claim some connection. where friends walked by unexpectedly. where i waded through 4 feet of snow in the name of brunch. this is the doorway to the apartment i lived in twice as long as i've lived here. this is the doorway i walked out of to go dancing, sparkling. this is the the doorway i returned to as the sun was coming up. this doorway changed colors on a monthly basis. this is the doorway i hauled heavy bags through, after trips to far-away places. where thoughtful vivian stopped to take a picture, on her last trip back. where my mail arrived. where out-of-town friends arrived. where i arrived home, so many times.