My sister is downstairs poking out "Joy the the World" on the piano keys and I can hear my dad growling in his best Jimmy Stewart voice, "Does she have to keep playing that over and over?" Right on cue my sister wails, "Oh Daddy!"
Love 'em.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Currently To Read:
Two Years Before the Mast, R. H. DanaLolita, Vladimir Nabokov
Proust and the Squid, Maryanne Wolf
The Stranger, Albert Camus
The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
Monday, December 8, 2008
Travels in Europe
Lately I've come to think Rick Steves may just be the perfect man.
Yes, Rick Steves of the khaki shorts and huge glasses - who nasally imparts travel wisdom like "packing light is essential for happy travel" and "to get away from all the tourists, simply walk the back streets."
Think about it: he'd probably pay your airfare, teach you all kinds of money-saving tips, know all the best attractions, and introduce you to someone in every country.
Plus, those big ol' glasses are unfortunately back in style.
Yes, Rick Steves of the khaki shorts and huge glasses - who nasally imparts travel wisdom like "packing light is essential for happy travel" and "to get away from all the tourists, simply walk the back streets."
Think about it: he'd probably pay your airfare, teach you all kinds of money-saving tips, know all the best attractions, and introduce you to someone in every country.
Plus, those big ol' glasses are unfortunately back in style.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Ghost Town
It's raining in San Luis Obispo.
I got caught in it trying to walk downtown from Emily's house in De Talosa. At first it was just a few drops speckling my coat as I walked along Madonna, but by the time I'd reached South Higuera, water was dripping off my bangs onto my glasses - turning the traffic lights into festive smears of red and green. I finally reached my destination soaking wet, ringing out my scarf as the good folks as Linnaea's warmed my heart with espresso. Coffee shops were made for days like this; groups of friends chatting over tea lattes while the rain pours down on the grey city and Frank Sinatra croons over the speakers.
I can't help wondering when I'll be back here. But the town is different now, emptier - although I know the void is a lack of friendship and not a lack of humans. Everywhere I see shiny young faces, boring in their unfamiliarity. Driving at midnight the streets are empty.
This empty shell of a town isn't mine anymore, and like Mary Poppins would say, that's as it should be.
I got caught in it trying to walk downtown from Emily's house in De Talosa. At first it was just a few drops speckling my coat as I walked along Madonna, but by the time I'd reached South Higuera, water was dripping off my bangs onto my glasses - turning the traffic lights into festive smears of red and green. I finally reached my destination soaking wet, ringing out my scarf as the good folks as Linnaea's warmed my heart with espresso. Coffee shops were made for days like this; groups of friends chatting over tea lattes while the rain pours down on the grey city and Frank Sinatra croons over the speakers.
I can't help wondering when I'll be back here. But the town is different now, emptier - although I know the void is a lack of friendship and not a lack of humans. Everywhere I see shiny young faces, boring in their unfamiliarity. Driving at midnight the streets are empty.
This empty shell of a town isn't mine anymore, and like Mary Poppins would say, that's as it should be.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I Hate You, Urban Outfitters
It was just a matter of time before word of my (one time) unique necklace reached the head honchos over at Urban Outfitters...
boo.
boo.
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