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November hasn't been a good month for me.  Blogging and otherwise.  But Thanksgiving (my favorite holiday, well tied with the Fourth of July) is just around the corner and I need ot keep my head up.

I will attach a few photos, although my life is exceedingly boring these days.

A view on my commute home

Me and Cocoa, my neighbor's dog whom I steal from time to time.

Saddle of Mt. Olympus on a Saturday morning

Until next time...xx

some comparaisons

click click click

I'm in a rut.  I would really like someone to pull me out of it.  I;m searching for creative inspiration to heighten my living experience....but for some reason I think this is more of a physical rather than mental rut.  I need a tanglible, endorphin creating, 10 digit accessible, action-filled catalyst.  But these help too:

I find this most amusing. And as they said, telling.
http://trendland.net/2010/11/02/paris-vs-new-york-illustrations/

I watched Food Inc. yesterday for a class, donc this is resonating particularly well...
http://trendland.net/2010/11/01/david-maisels-terminal-mirages/


I kind of want to live in their store....
http://trendland.net/2010/11/01/cire-trudon-ny-store/

I have a volleyball game tonight and I am SO EXCITED.  I am ready to deflate a ball on the ten foot line.
x

Hannie

 Click-ay moi

This is a dedication post.  I have a very good friend and I really miss her. We have been separated (of various degrees) since we headed off to college.  It is a little daunting that we may never live in the same city again (although I will try and find a job in NYC in order to stop this from happening) I know we will be friends for life. Though I do often long for days of blunderball, supermario, applesauce and reading in the sun.

Simply, I miss you.

x

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

Hugo
---> 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.
x
cwg

P.S. click on the names!

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.
x

Hunches

Yes, I do

“I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you”

 -Friedrich Nietzsche

“A half-truth is a whole lie” 

-Yiddish Proverb 

“A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.” 

-William Blake quotes

         Tables turned   -->                     -->                    -->                     -->                     -->

“We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves.” 

- Eric Hoffer quotes

“People do not believe lies because they have to, but because they want to”  

-Malcolm Muggeridge 

“The man who fears no truth has nothing to fear from lies.” 

-Thomas Jefferson 

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“Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.” 

-Jim Morrison

ironic

-cwg

 

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