Monday, October 18, 2010

This kind of day (in a great way).

Subconscious endorphins, dance with one hand waving free, bone city inspiring music (for me, of late).

Goran Bregovic
--->Absolutely a socks and short shorts slippy feet on the floor grooving, pas de deux in that surreal dusk light movement beat noise. One word: funktastic

---> The 99 problems song and video - heel stomping translation across spheres into fluid heat and a rhythmic sensation akin to osmosis imbibition of sound. One word: bacchanalian

I love music that makes me feel like I'm living it.

P.S. click on the names!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

1041 Logan Avenue

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My home...though still waiting for our couch. Leah has yet to pick it up and I am not giving in.

The view isn't of the same caliber, I can't yell to CP out my window and I don't get magnificent sunsets over a small french town, but the morning sunshine is superb and there's a lot more room to dance.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Monday, October 4, 2010

Jeremy sucks

(what I want to do)

I think fall may be setting in here- or starting to. I went to work this morning and the sun was shining spectacularly through these bulbous clouds around the mountains.  The best part? I could see it was snowing in the mountains. weeeeee.

Still looking for this man, through my window.

 Here is some really cool furniture that I would love to have in my house. or even better, to give as a present. By South African artist Katie Thompson.

A general feeling....
"In the depths of her soul, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept scanning the solitude of her life with anxious eyes, straining to sight some far-off white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know how it would come to her, what wind would bring it to her, to what shores it would carry her, whether it would be a launch or a towering three-decker, laden with sorrow or filled to the gunwales with bliss. But every morning when she awoke she expected it to arrive that day; she listened to every sound, periodically leapt to her feet with a start and was surprised when she saw it had not come; then, at sundown,sadder than ever, she longed for the next day. "
- Madame Bovary

Restless and browsing,
Claire Winter Gorton