"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace."
— Milan Kundera'

"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come."



"Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company."


"The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return."

Yone!

Me and the ladies of Bodega got photographed by Yone tonight after work in the shop.

Pretty fun experience.

Had a lot of fun kissing skateboard decks, laying on the floor, and straddling a bench.

Caitlin wore roller skates and was precious.

We got to take home a couple too.

I love the group shot of us and his girls, they were super nice. I think it's precious.





I can't wait to see the rest! :)

Yeah Oh And

It's time for a haircut. Going to Shag tomorrow. Brian cuts my hair and I think he's definitely the best in Boston. Haircuts are something I've never been scared to splurge on and I've definitely been around the salon block a couple times. Shag is in South Boston in an old incredibly hip warehouse. Lindsay recommended it and Brian to me and I haven't looked back since.

Basically what I'm going for is a mix of Katie Holmes, Alexa Chung, and Freja Beha.








So if I could get a cohesive mix of those cuts that'd be cool with me, :)

I think I'm due for one it's only been three months. Gross.

Thanks Emma!

Emma posted this vid on my FB.




Once again I love you T Swift.

I have my last class of the semester today. This week I have completed a curriculum unit plan on Macbeth and an assessment plan on Poetry. The unit plan on Macbeth ended up being more like a Senior Thesis. Who knew. It feels pretty good to know that I am finished with 2 of the more difficult aspects of finals before finals week has even begun. 2 more to go! Done by Tuesday! One semester left then farewell Massachusetts and farewell New England. It's time for a change. I'm pretty sure I'd hate myself if I never allowed myself to live somewhere outside of the region I grew up in. I'd rather move somewhere, hate it, and come back. Then at least I won't grow old wondering what else I would or could have stumbled upon in life. Staying put is limiting.

Maybe This Christmas Tree

From a great comp. A great cover by Pilate.

I Heard It's Modern To Be Stupid

You don't need a thought to look good.










Finally set this up:



More treasures from my Grandma.

This NYC Tin is so cool.









Handmade purse




Class Ring


Eel Skin Glasses Case

Sestina

The Guest Ellen at the Supper for Street People

BY DAVID FERRY

The unclean spirits cry out in the body
Or mind of the guest Ellen in a loud voice
Torment me not, and in the fury of her unclean
Hands beating the air in some kind of unending torment—
Nobody witnessing could possibly know the event
That cast upon her the spell of this enchantment.

Almost all the guests are under some kind of enchantment:
Of being poor day after day in the same body;
Of being witness still to some obscene event;
Of listening all the time to somebody’s voice
Whispering in the ear things divine or unclean,
In the quotidian of unending torment.

One has to keep thinking there was some source of torment,
Something that happened someplace else, unclean.
One has to keep talking in a reasonable voice
About things done, say, by a father’s body
To or upon the body of Ellen, in enchantment
Helpless, still by the unforgotten event

Enchanted, still in the old forgotten event
A prisoner of love, filthy Ellen in her torment,
Guest Ellen in the dining hall in her body,
Hands beating the air in her enchantment,
Sitting alone, gabbling in her garbled voice
The narrative of the spirits of the unclean.

She is wholly the possessed one of the unclean.
Maybe the spirits came from the river. The enchantment
Entered her, maybe, in the Northeast Kingdom. The torment,
A thing of the waters, gratuitous event,
Came up out of the waters and entered her body
And lived in her in torment and cried out in her voice.

It speaks itself over and over again in her voice,
Cursing maybe or not a familiar obscene event
Or only the pure event of original enchantment
From the birth of the river waters, the pure unclean
Rising from the source of things, in a figure of torment
Seeking out Ellen, finding its home in her poor body.

Her body witness is, so also is her voice,
Of torment coming from unknown event;
Unclean is the nature and name of the enchantment.