Thursday, July 28, 2011

Words I Love

Bouffant
Credenza
Dollop
Kerfuffle
Poignant


Brain spasm: COMPLETE.

BUT THE LIST GOES ON AND ON AND ON!!!

Brain spasm: PROCESSING ERROR. PLEASE REBOOT.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Dork Ego Stroking

I was running errands this week when I stopped by Walgreens to get my fire hydrant photo developed to hang up at home (my bathroom + fire hydrant photo = doggy equivalent of bathroom = sheer dorky joy!). When I was done with my shopping I went to pick up the photo and they actually made me sign a release form stating that I was the photographer because it looked like a professional photo! My artistic ego was thoroughly stroked. I need to share my joy with you, World! :D :D :D I am also inspired to start taking more pictures; I've really slacked off over the last couple years due to lazy down-time and an abundance of other life obligations. Maybe this was just the boost I needed to begin embarking on photo expeditions again. Hooray for inspiration!

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Memories in Music

Music makes pathways through time. I think of certain eras in my life in terms of particular songs or bands and the feelings they gave me. Music helps to define and sharpen memories. Not all bad, not all good but, regardless, thoroughly experienced through song. In nearly every small and large relationship I've been in, I've always had this desire to make a mixed tape at the end of that relationship to cover the whole spectrum I was given, and share it with the person it was linked to. Of course, that would somewhat defeat the purpose of a break-up, or at least tarnish the finality of it. Since Richie and I have been going strong for a good 5+ years, I suppose it's time to do an intermittent band catalog that defines the musical hieroglyphics of our time together thus far. They are as follows:

The Cure. Bob Dylan. Blind Melon*. Bjork. Fiona Apple*. Gin Blossoms.

*Indicates especially potent.


I would be so incredibly interested in which songs remind people of me, but I suppose there's no knowing, though I am certain they exist. Le sigh. Tell people which songs they are linked to, I implore you! It feels somehow important.