March 2010
2 posts
i can’t even muster the will to think about how i am feeling much less write about it.
February 2010
3 posts
Fragile Meadow
Young boy, Tranquilly laboring at all love’s cultivation I do believe I am fortunate to have met you Young boy, How ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains But I do believe It is our fate to reside here Away from the mountains of youth and safety In a fragile meadow (We build our home) Young boy, I see you bloom in this sun that we have shaped I do believe You are...
Party Cat. Oh my gosh. →
January 2010
8 posts
Mumford and Sons- Little Lion Man
paint by numbers.
tonight a friend told me:
“there was a study done where people were given a free painting. they were happy about it. then afterwards they were called in to have the choice of choosing another painting. by introducing choice, they were unhappier. something about choice creates discontent.”
who knew my life could be so comparable to a shitty watercolor of a kitten in an...
perhaps it’s just my state of mind at the moment…
perhaps the pairing with the sweet melodies of whichever indie/folk/experimental/alternative/ambient/lo fi/hi fi/mid fi song to which i am currently listening. (right now: the robot ate me. followed by ramona falls.)
perhaps it’s glancing in the mirror and seeing my plaid jacket and wool socks and feeling like myself, truly...
“Chelsea, i think the world is changing… but that doesn’t mean you...”
– my beautifully fragile yet wise grandmother.
See how beautiful our friends are? :) →
Some recent photography of mine! Austin and Melissa’s engagement shots as well as those of Joe and Abbie… so fun. It makes it so much easier to take pictures when the subjects are so lovely. :)
the eve of a new year...
On new year’s eve, i cried:
A)after waking up
B)in a restaurant
C)in the grocery store parking lot
D)in the grocery store
E)on my friend’s porch
F)in my friend’s bed
G)all of the above
dear tears, please stay in 2009. i’d greatly appreciate it.
December 2009
12 posts
You’re strange and wonderful, weird and a bit old fashioned. Socially inept but gorgeous all the same.
-a stranger.
oh my… my hair hasn’t smelled this lovely in 8 months.
3 days.
over 1000 miles driven.
7 hardcore/metal/screamo/whatever-you-call-them-sorry-i’m-not-schooled-enough-to-know-the-difference bands.
slightly creeptastic motels.
stressful traffic jams and incorrect directions.
more fast food than i’ve eaten in probably 2 1/2 years.
yet…
it’s a reunion with a best friend. (how we get along so well.. even we fail to...
sometimes...
the best moments are had in the most common of places.
here’s to more normality in my life.
“I think, therefore I’m single.”
– ~Lizz Winstead
…sometimes i write long, extensive blogs that take an hour or two..
only to delete them for fear that everyone might realize just how much of a wreck i truly am.
Harlem Shakes- Nothing But Change Part II
a...
November 2009
15 posts
1 tag
even when i flee as far as the old country roads will take me
as i stop to catch my breath, hoping the distance will allow me to forget
i still find you amongst the strangest of places.
my Montecristo cigar tin, rusted at the hinges.
old photographs passed along by a mere acquaintance.
and now…
within the tweed suitcase in the closet of my mother’s house.
either venerate me...
Kitten Fed with Chopsticks →
this just makes everything slightly better.
oh heart.
when will you cease to crumble?
even still, the dust seeps through my fingers clasped so tightly.
i’m so afraid that you might drift away so that i never feel whole again.
El despertar es morir, la vida se consume como un cigarrillo, con angustia, pero a la vez con una calma que asusta. El tiempo se detiene en ocasiones para mostrarme las bellezas de la vida, esas cosas simples de la vida que te enseñan mas que una universidad….
For as long as I remain here, I lose my ability to be… I do not remember myself without the late night haze of santiago, the...
Newborn Babies May Cry in their Mother Tongues →
Think newborns just eat, sleep and wail the same way across the world? That’s not so, according to a new study which found that babies cry with an accent within the first week of life.
Things I miss:
-manjar panqueques
-feeling completely safe, walking alone in the streets of Santiago late at night
-haciendo la cucharita
-my chilean bedroom window
-el barrio brasil
-traveling street merchants
-banda conmocion
-my personal Hogwarts
-empanadas de camarones y queso
-spanish, spanish, spanish
-lucy and pauline’s yellow couch
-tia mariluz
-classes where i actually strove to learn...
“…so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and...”
– Pablo Neruda
October 2009
16 posts
The Always-Funny Use of Unnecessary Quotation... →
"Illegal Alien" Halloween Costume →
I just can’t believe this made it all the way to stores’ shelves…
I cannot begin to explain my outrage.
The Boy Who Simply Floated Away →
«edit: it was a hoax. sad day.»