things that happened to me

It’s Been Too Long.

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I’ve been neglecting my blog. Things have been so busy with my day jobs (which is a good thing! I sometimes sound like I am complaining, but it’s a very, very good thing) that I haven’t had much time for personal writing of any sort.

But today I was pulled out of my blogging rut when I saw these pictures of land art installations by artist Sylvain Meyer.  I love land art, and Meyer’s pieces remind me an awful lot of the first artist I ever knew by name: Andy Goldsworthy. When I was in elementary school, I had a friend who came from a very cultured family. My family was incredibly science-oriented, which meant I spent almost zero time at art museums—but a lot of time visiting submarines, science exhibits and battle grounds. But when I was eight, I remember spending one sleepless night at my friends house, leafing through this giant coffee table book and wondering how long it would take for the sun to rise so I could go home. Goldsworthy got me through the night with his perfectly arranged rocks and woven windows of grass.

Meyer’s art has a very similar feel, though it is slightly more… organic, is the word I want to use. It’s a little softer. He makes sunbursts out of dandelions and turns trees into claw-footed beasts. It flows more easily, and doesn’t have any of the harsh geometric edges that I associate with Goldsworthy.

Anyway, I’ll finish this like I do most blog posts, by just telling you how much I like it. Because I do.

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Childishness.

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Grown-up

Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

 

 

 
I was once told, by a boy who had been pursuing me for some vague and nebulous purpose, that I resembled the writer Carson McCullers. I was suitably flattered and began to view Carson with the strange nepotism I afford all my suggested look-alikes (apparently, while I have a face people tend to see all the time on the street, there is no television equivalent. This once made me kind of sad, but that was before I realized how little that actually meant about me and my hundreds of common doppelgangers).

And though Carson is certainly a great person to be compared to in any capacity (and despite her infinitely less beautiful name and comparatively plain face), oh how I wish it had been Edna!

Follow Me?

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Mini-announcement: I joined Pinterest! Be a dear and follow me? I mostly just post pictures of treehouses, food I will never make in my tiny kitchen, and interesting art projects. Kind of like my blog, only I update it a lot more often.

And since I feel like that’s not enough for a blog post, here’s something wonderful: The Pothole Gardener. I realize he’s not exactly new news, but this guy has been making some of the most adorable street art I’ve ever seen. He takes potholes and cracks and other urban chasms and turns them into sweet little gardens, complete with miniature lounge chairs and umbrellas. Sadly, the guerrilla gardener just works in London, but maybe we can bring his movement to Somerville? The city streets here are pretty grey and could use a few flowers.

Just Because.

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I wish it would snow. Like, really snow. A massive storm that shuts everything down and makes it difficult to get the store, turning everything quiet for days while the city struggles to come back to life. Also, you know the sound of snow falling? Like a very gentle ocean? I miss that.

And just because, here’s a cute picture of a fox.

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Czech It.

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Wayne-Thiebaud-Supine-Woman-1963.-Oil-on-canvas-36-x-72-in.-Courtesy-SothebysI’ve been playing with Emotional Bag Check all afternoon (ever since I saw it posted on The Hairpin) and the results have been MAGICAL. It’s a website that lets you either drop off some emotional baggage, and receive a song in return, or suggest a good song (and send an inspirational message) to an unhappy stranger. It’s the bee’s knees.

I’ve gotten almost thirty new song suggestions (my all-time favorite being “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off,” which first made me feel a bit funny then I realized, whatever, it’s not wrong) and sent out too many songs to count. For some reason, I seem to feel like the answer to everything can be found in Liz Phair and Sleigh Bells? But on that… Continue reading →

Two Nice Things.

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Here are two nice things from my day:

1. Walton Ford is a great artist. I had never heard of him before today, but now I can’t stop looking at his weirdly vintage, meticulously detailed paintings of animals. It’s like if the Hudson River painters decided to create a really witty bestiary. I like it a lot.

2. I have started blogging for the Huffington Post! I’m going to be writing about good causes, interesting products, and eco-friendly fashions. Fun stuff, all around. It’s through my work at Milkshake Kids, which is proving to be a really awesome job.

Say Hello to Milkshake

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For the past two months, I’ve been working nonstop with the amazing Amy Jurkowitz to create this lovely website: Milkshake Kids. It’s a daily email that delivers only “good” finds (i.e. eco-friendly, handmade toys or BPA-free dishware). As I’ve probably mentioned, I’m the editor, which is a really wonderful job (for so many reasons, the least of which being that it allows me to work from my bed) and I couldn’t be more proud.

Sign up, check it out, or just think about how tasty Milkshakes are. I will consider your support (and creamy cool thoughts) my Christmas present.

That Time.

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This popped up on my Facebook newsfeed today. Normally, I consider the newsfeed the most terrible invention of our time; scrolling through it is a horrible mix of masochism and schadenfreude that leaves me feeling either dirty, depressed, incredibly useless, guilty, or all of the above. Seriously, it’s the devil.

But Edward Gorey is wonderful. And though I’ve decided not to take it as a sign (chances are I won’t get struck with an axe. I haven’t been camping in awhile, though now that I think about it, lumberjack weekend is coming up, so maybe beware? Anyway…) and instead use it as a prompt to share an injury story.

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Making it: paper flowers.

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I’ve started doing a lot more crafting lately, and here is my latest project: DIY Paper Peonies! So pretty. I made this batch with my friend Emma to help spruce up her brand new Inman Sq. apartment, which is so pretty and spacious and nice it makes me die a bit. It’s also right near my favorite bar ever (Trina’s!) so extra jealous.

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I swear to god, my boyfriend sings this song every day. Every day! Though I don’t think he would admit it, it’s probably the most-played song at the bar where he works, but only because he puts it on every night. Every night!

At first, I didn’t understand it at all. But now it’s really grown on me and I keep singing it to myself. I fully plan to show up at the bar some night all dressed up like a cowboy’s dream and order a whiskey. Silly or slightly badass? (probably the first).

Oh and a word about the bar: the clientele is probably 60% old Irish men. And they all loooove country music. There’s always an interesting blend on the jukebox there—probably half old Irish tunes and sad ballads and songs with pipes and half country hits. The one thing they have in common is the fiddle. So I suppose it makes sense.