tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45758578882329543142024-03-14T01:44:37.952-04:00Echo-Echolaliachristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-29806236468037426062010-05-06T13:33:00.001-04:002010-05-06T13:34:08.690-04:00Listening: "Sweetest Kill" - Broken Social Scene<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lc0wKTHjsJY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lc0wKTHjsJY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Let me break you through this world.</span></span></div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-68724957687395908592010-05-06T13:20:00.002-04:002010-05-06T13:22:51.250-04:00Busy, busy worker bee.Departing for Italy a week from tomorrow. Jitters and so, so much to accomplish before then! I bought a perfect purple suitcase from TJ Maxx the other night -- a Liz Claiborne for $39.00. My new traveling companion has been named Leticia, to match my Lady Baltimore I found at a vintage shop (sadly, she will not be tagging along, as her locks have not yet been properly WD-40'd). Now I just have to narrow down my wardrobe to its bones and pack the necessaries and the must-haves. Of course, at this time there are crazy sales going on around town, but I must keep my horse blinders on and stay focused! <br />
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As far as living situations go, I've got exposed beams and original stone features to look forward to. Rolling countryside -- farm furrows and hay stacks. Gorgeous hues of yellows, greens, and browns. A pool to soak my feet, and sun for the skin.<br />
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I'm not sure one month is long enough.christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-27498361033910727522010-03-30T00:18:00.005-04:002010-05-01T16:53:13.633-04:00Attaching hands to floor, the rosy-tinted flash...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQAY-WrONyFztcaBINQjU5diBHw1VGWK8RphKFPUywxmZBXRy3GuGdWnEZ_GftmeO9w3bIexnkej-NyMSmeScmuudQ2ksZFsogbdEMmJph3Do1GsWOntR3LSzSPhXiWdRLyZlQzPNj6c/s1600/flash1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQAY-WrONyFztcaBINQjU5diBHw1VGWK8RphKFPUywxmZBXRy3GuGdWnEZ_GftmeO9w3bIexnkej-NyMSmeScmuudQ2ksZFsogbdEMmJph3Do1GsWOntR3LSzSPhXiWdRLyZlQzPNj6c/s320/flash1.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvSMp7T2Kes&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&hd=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvSMp7T2Kes&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPEaE7770QGdQtlO398CmKWlcvd5dCaCfFgR2j5cgHbbnEANpEl2PeMAWwUsqspqz7OFmMQIP-TYlJVoUP5t45LlsbQQ6eCAltfWTsG07PKtriVv0FX7dSfjterm37dgBMgW7CdjZf6Y/s1600/flash+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPEaE7770QGdQtlO398CmKWlcvd5dCaCfFgR2j5cgHbbnEANpEl2PeMAWwUsqspqz7OFmMQIP-TYlJVoUP5t45LlsbQQ6eCAltfWTsG07PKtriVv0FX7dSfjterm37dgBMgW7CdjZf6Y/s320/flash+2.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Another home run for the MGMT camp!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.whoismgmt.com/">Watch "Flash Delirium" (and stream the new album) here</a>.</div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-67088157210988099062010-03-29T01:30:00.005-04:002010-03-29T01:35:16.957-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdj8huwRclVjh-gfNGkc4LJ-_QOvpM06lvDjkGkly5ipG6RCOstVII_eFU3B3wWH54kB9Kws_tOPCoAx6pdxQyJqM8ID4ajn6toPIXMnm-C2-9534q_n1z3u4MfpU_W-uCMpcMLlXg-pM/s1600/chris+tomson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdj8huwRclVjh-gfNGkc4LJ-_QOvpM06lvDjkGkly5ipG6RCOstVII_eFU3B3wWH54kB9Kws_tOPCoAx6pdxQyJqM8ID4ajn6toPIXMnm-C2-9534q_n1z3u4MfpU_W-uCMpcMLlXg-pM/s320/chris+tomson.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I read an article about this photographer Tseng Kwong Chi, who took all these shots of himself looking very stern and dour, his arms rigid by his side, at tourist destinations around the world. I thought they were kind of cool. And when we were on tour in Japan, I stayed there an extra week, and one day when walking around, I took a photo like that. I thought it was funny. At this point, I’ve probably taken about 100. I don’t really do them for any reason except to do them. Chris Baio, who’s in the band with me, thinks they’re equally funny, and I have given some to my mom. I’ve sort of developed a taste for traveling alone. When I’m by myself, I can actually do what I want. I kind of just like to walk around, I like to get lost, I don’t have destinations. Most people don’t find that quite as enjoyable as I do.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">”</span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">--CHRIS TOMSON</span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not the kind of girl who thinks too elaborately about weddings and all that hubbub, but, here it is: I'd love this song to worm its way into the reception somehow. If not as the couple's first dance, then a cameo sometime after. To me it's just one of those timeless vintages, you know? The kind of song you know people have been dancing to for decades now, together. Almost as if it were a tradition in and of itself. I like a little individuality here and there, but the idea of being a part of something bigger just warms me from the inside. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Blah di blah. I love this song, simple as!</div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-89543349958028932502010-03-26T11:56:00.008-04:002010-03-26T12:01:12.919-04:00<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 40pt;">belletrist</span><br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A writer of belles-lettres.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="hw">(BELLES-LETTRISM<b>:</b></span> THE VIEW THAT LITERATURE IS A FINE ART,<br />
ESPECIALLY AS HAVING A PURELY AESTHETIC FUNCTION.)</span></div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-20994147078500573402010-03-25T12:02:00.004-04:002010-03-26T11:51:52.230-04:00Inspo: Satre StuelkeArtist and med student Satre Stuelke uses her handy-dandy CT scanner to do just the kind of invasive investigation we all wish we could do. Oh, the things you could see (and not un-see).<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/matrioshka-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/matrioshka-med.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matryoshkas!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/buzz-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/buzz-med.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bzzz.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/barbie-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/barbie-med.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Barbie has a skeleton?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/razor-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/razor-med.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This looks so lamprey-like it's creeping me out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/toaster-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/toaster-med.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Little and brave!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/bigmac-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/bigmac-med.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Had to do it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/cupcakes-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://satre.itrnet.com/radiology_art/radiology_art2/images/cupcakes-med.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Had to do it, pt. 2.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Insanity! I wish I had a CT scanner of my own. <br />
Check out <a href="http://www.radiologyart.com/">radiologyart</a> for more. </div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-5917712906202367552010-03-22T00:36:00.001-04:002010-03-22T00:39:47.571-04:00My three days at CF/W<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Having lent my camera to <a href="http://tresfraisnajee.blogspot.com/">Monsieur Tres Frais</a> for the week, I relied on my phone instead. Bless its little heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9tbd0Z3AT07QArxV-J_Y6vyX7DlAUjXJynDQTRh-ByhvyvEK1gMQ2Hf3kHb2IEAdvXhatQ77DU1-8Kglpkl_-3r7BBqI5dX3H5k0HRaCtVaHPKFoOz66F9UCpwvCFEfdHgVBFW5aRWg/s1600-h/0316001753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9tbd0Z3AT07QArxV-J_Y6vyX7DlAUjXJynDQTRh-ByhvyvEK1gMQ2Hf3kHb2IEAdvXhatQ77DU1-8Kglpkl_-3r7BBqI5dX3H5k0HRaCtVaHPKFoOz66F9UCpwvCFEfdHgVBFW5aRWg/s320/0316001753.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesday night: Waiting for doors to open.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUpDcNUKVTk4i_fKIExOXUnxJq7w7Lt30an2qpI2fM6FP7yNTlQuxDUNWpXWsEqoLZudf5gHF0tKUBkqQ2jFsOVH9gOChyphenhyphenqAPt9DnrdNZs90nMexGUintJPJh3qsKpwYeWXHDpEhK7RI/s1600-h/0320002018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUpDcNUKVTk4i_fKIExOXUnxJq7w7Lt30an2qpI2fM6FP7yNTlQuxDUNWpXWsEqoLZudf5gHF0tKUBkqQ2jFsOVH9gOChyphenhyphenqAPt9DnrdNZs90nMexGUintJPJh3qsKpwYeWXHDpEhK7RI/s320/0320002018.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Saturday finale: Serving champagne to the guests.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW53HlsjWU_AE-pTvBEYODkhY62bXdpY_bzVa_ssf12OiVe_PiOsWWFS0tyzpSf1TKjAmRopjk4gvMkcjV0BgxkiZCUq5hgmekYBDnKzGqRU2JsGk1MwGWvCzrRsZeOQw2QPWku6S3GmM/s1600-h/0213001642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW53HlsjWU_AE-pTvBEYODkhY62bXdpY_bzVa_ssf12OiVe_PiOsWWFS0tyzpSf1TKjAmRopjk4gvMkcjV0BgxkiZCUq5hgmekYBDnKzGqRU2JsGk1MwGWvCzrRsZeOQw2QPWku6S3GmM/s320/0213001642.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, so this isn't really CF/W-related (try the</div><div style="text-align: center;">Southeastern Wildlife Expo on for size instead), but</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had completely forgotten about this photo until</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was sending myself the first three in this post. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Very lucky I was laying down while I was doing</div><div style="text-align: center;">this; had that not been the sitch, I would have</div><div style="text-align: center;">been stumbling all over the place from all</div><div style="text-align: center;">the cute. Dumas's window should look like this</div><div style="text-align: center;">year-round! </div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-14928668317758801462010-03-20T09:46:00.003-04:002010-03-20T09:49:45.457-04:00Inspo: Philippe Petit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://uprightandstowed.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341cab4853ef00e553d9bbb28834-500wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://uprightandstowed.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341cab4853ef00e553d9bbb28834-500wi" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">August 4, 1974, 7:15AM: Philippe Petit sets foot on a 3/4"-thick steel cable between the Twin Towers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">"I observed the tightrope 'dancer'—because you couldn't call him a 'walker'—approximately halfway between the two towers. And upon seeing us he started to smile and laugh and he started going into a dancing routine on the high wire. . . . And when he got to the building we asked him to get off the high wire but instead he turned around and ran back out into the middle. . . . He was bouncing up and down. His feet were actually leaving the wire and then he would resettle back on the wire again. . . . Unbelievable really. . . . Everybody was spellbound in the watching of it." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">--</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">SGT. CHARLES DANIELS</span></span>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-18214274285156327172010-03-19T14:49:00.008-04:002010-03-19T14:58:53.737-04:00The Eiffel and the "A"<table style="text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking back, I suppose it would be more correct of me to say that this past Tuesday was my first introduction to Neitzel as a person; it was a quick exchange of words on his way out of the runway tent and not another until this afternoon, when three friends (<a href="http://tresfraisnajee.blogspot.com/">Najee</a>, <a href="http://reveriebonnebouche.blogspot.com/">Vandie</a>, and Ryn) and I had the fortune of seeking out his trunk show at <a href="http://www.hampdenclothing.com/">Hampden Clothing</a> while he happened to be milling around the store back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And this would be where I experienced Neitzel as a designer for the first time; after a cursory first run-through of his rack, I bore the assumption that the pieces displayed were factory-made. Not so -- I was impressed to learn from a sales associate that the clothes were, in fact, hand-made by the designer himself. This would later be confirmed by the man of the hour, who graciously stepped out not long after to greet us with a, "Hey, kids!" and kindly hung around to field a few questions. With the proposition of a trunk show pitched to him without much forward notice, Neitzel had had to cut and sew and, I presume, hand-dye (I so do covet those moss-green leggings with the black paneled knees and stitching) in order to rush-deliver. But the finishing was superb, and the showcase "sci-fi inspired", with a rippling effect between "hard and soft." Stand-out pieces included a brilliantly bad-ass draped-fit hoodie with all-over black mesh and contrast leather trimming (I'm a sucker for details as it is, but the crippling straw had to be the sequence of cut outs zipping down the length of the sleeves) and a little white dress with a diagonal sash of looped leather forging a path from shoulder to waist. Also featured were shoe skirts (so simple but so brilliant -- just strap it around the front of your ankle and bam! footwear totally transformed, quick as fairy dust!), a wide double-buckle belt (and I mean wide as a cummerbund), and a beautiful cropped white vest (if I knew what the yarn-like hair was, I would tell you!). If I had to throw out a name to compare the aesthetics to, I would have to say that Anne Demeulemeester's menswear sensibilities came to mind -- as devil-may-care as they are empowering, yet appropriately softened and tailored to a woman's silhouette when translated into Neitzel's vision.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But that's not all that Neitzel has up his sleeve for us. Non, non, non. To whet our curiosity further, he gave us a phone-screen preview of a lookbook that won't be wowing the Internet until its April 1st premiere on his <a href="http://www.loganneitzel.com/">website</a>. And let me tell you, whether or not you have the wallet for it, you're in for a real treat.</div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-60554909236964751242010-03-15T12:04:00.000-04:002010-03-15T12:05:23.283-04:00CF/W 2010The tents are up, the sun is out, downtown temperatures are finally rising, and as soon as increments of clean clothes start coming out of the dryer, my assembly process for Fashion Week-worthy looks can finally begin. It's become a little trickier than I thought, dousing myself in black; I've spent the past week Look for Less-ing and coming back empty-handed, but I think I'll be able to scrounge a few things together. Tonight is orientation at Marion Square for the volunteers, then tomorrow the fun begins!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My earthbound heart is heavy; your heartbeat keeps things light.</div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-2311292744860946252010-03-10T23:11:00.001-05:002010-03-26T14:23:05.284-04:00Listening: "What Is Life" - George Harrison<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc1-YJiOHoE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc1-YJiOHoE&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-35299447752395490692010-02-12T23:05:00.001-05:002010-02-12T23:58:57.268-05:00What the WHAT?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYY1zjKtFomiPFEM2SmXP1fyxUF4nOGYesw9GP0XhIbjlQgpkpJb3DgTaFIiTmGL7RFVMZVwRZAEYbevtaBWawqDbusTqhLHibA8G4rknMPqGLMhL5Kxdp3Z1K1OgRdhadmuK9OjNjLyw/s1600-h/11.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYY1zjKtFomiPFEM2SmXP1fyxUF4nOGYesw9GP0XhIbjlQgpkpJb3DgTaFIiTmGL7RFVMZVwRZAEYbevtaBWawqDbusTqhLHibA8G4rknMPqGLMhL5Kxdp3Z1K1OgRdhadmuK9OjNjLyw/s320/11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437586712134927362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Snowwwww!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH022QU2Y25NAckIs3l3n9BFiocpGclcKvQGoSkZLpYKIfCzvj1tBuixw7wLfV_sk3zBUw_r-Svev6Of-TonP0_5rOP6lP8ip3LmP1zp6WlP4c5QQ33s77dOXzc03Z206J-P26gBW63xo/s1600-h/3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH022QU2Y25NAckIs3l3n9BFiocpGclcKvQGoSkZLpYKIfCzvj1tBuixw7wLfV_sk3zBUw_r-Svev6Of-TonP0_5rOP6lP8ip3LmP1zp6WlP4c5QQ33s77dOXzc03Z206J-P26gBW63xo/s320/3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437586626012920962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After eight years, it's finally come back to </div><div style="text-align: center;">hang out in the Holy City! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg1tNKq0_maD2HYId2gMblVsGJMFxz-MZkcVwPrgSC4QZD_1V7HEGnlBgBMyKzGvJK7JCn8TSpQ_4O-Jie1s1IUIpusM9vTzRbLTMddP074wDkXz_lKiileeJ1WH-XFv_jQ6450ju360/s1600-h/5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXg1tNKq0_maD2HYId2gMblVsGJMFxz-MZkcVwPrgSC4QZD_1V7HEGnlBgBMyKzGvJK7JCn8TSpQ_4O-Jie1s1IUIpusM9vTzRbLTMddP074wDkXz_lKiileeJ1WH-XFv_jQ6450ju360/s320/5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437582284513888098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Did a walkabout... snapped this in front of the Children's</div><div style="text-align: center;">Museum. It was really coming down!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZTSHGqTuURa-AaHaQ8yed5-2H6cTWhxeYPDlfgngOfTzImKoKsK6XLipCSBHz0CI1Db2Ixv_doa96jz00QU1mQIp98H7NZ1xS49ifLeisW_daIFK2rWDCgg2OH3yoa1-WpQsYSwNaSxk/s1600-h/1.png"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZTSHGqTuURa-AaHaQ8yed5-2H6cTWhxeYPDlfgngOfTzImKoKsK6XLipCSBHz0CI1Db2Ixv_doa96jz00QU1mQIp98H7NZ1xS49ifLeisW_daIFK2rWDCgg2OH3yoa1-WpQsYSwNaSxk/s1600-h/1.png"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZTSHGqTuURa-AaHaQ8yed5-2H6cTWhxeYPDlfgngOfTzImKoKsK6XLipCSBHz0CI1Db2Ixv_doa96jz00QU1mQIp98H7NZ1xS49ifLeisW_daIFK2rWDCgg2OH3yoa1-WpQsYSwNaSxk/s320/1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437582114635561378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love that truck. Everything in its bed was completely</div><div style="text-align: center;">covered. Also, check the cute romantic stroll going on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5vNw1IVTlvxHTHjpxjEsD_XTs5mJ9n-TFU42Fe-rpTJNxa1a1E9tpPpwd0q8nysagPy_ckLy2vajXHecZSeTXgyx0bONbDUZLxO4ZreBZmgUH2Tx6Meoy_bW20uW5n0I7Ti_rlefD-M/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5vNw1IVTlvxHTHjpxjEsD_XTs5mJ9n-TFU42Fe-rpTJNxa1a1E9tpPpwd0q8nysagPy_ckLy2vajXHecZSeTXgyx0bONbDUZLxO4ZreBZmgUH2Tx6Meoy_bW20uW5n0I7Ti_rlefD-M/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437587666247355410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvL6qKJma7GkC61gkaJq9Zx4-KzBTL1oAw4D5qrUzxtBPZG1aJ18AI3tFpP2B65UhqgyJKUJ8vL_BkCdFe89MpaSnm8n2p1dAgcqrEoRgAwT29BDxKb1-FvTY982jAHg17VWzIS1jr2w/s1600-h/9.png"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; text-align: center; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvL6qKJma7GkC61gkaJq9Zx4-KzBTL1oAw4D5qrUzxtBPZG1aJ18AI3tFpP2B65UhqgyJKUJ8vL_BkCdFe89MpaSnm8n2p1dAgcqrEoRgAwT29BDxKb1-FvTY982jAHg17VWzIS1jr2w/s320/9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437581869820423266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Made this in the parking lot when I first got home</div><div style="text-align: center;">around 9. Had to leave to go charge up my camera, and</div><div style="text-align: center;">when I came back at around 10, all my tracks had</div><div style="text-align: center;">been covered back up! Had to do this, though. Snow</div><div style="text-align: center;">just before good ol' Valentine's!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVAC0_l4pp9Lh7ZYVzWT3vz5tY-oZy7ftR4brJrAvL1-GURV1gnqak3GWeqNvj4svxwK6JDW8_nbHs9JA6XakcXAAlNCDWItc27yoTG_hV55KRTv-Cqx7Ko8wVNcD-ylzvKu49PRCxxk/s1600-h/0.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVAC0_l4pp9Lh7ZYVzWT3vz5tY-oZy7ftR4brJrAvL1-GURV1gnqak3GWeqNvj4svxwK6JDW8_nbHs9JA6XakcXAAlNCDWItc27yoTG_hV55KRTv-Cqx7Ko8wVNcD-ylzvKu49PRCxxk/s320/0.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437581622186182146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wonderful day! Beautiful teal Seychelles heels for $16, </div><div style="text-align: center;">new belts to accessorize with, closing up shop half an hour</div><div style="text-align: center;">early, and walking out to snow, snow, and more snow!</div></div></div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-49510651836790488722010-02-12T14:36:00.000-05:002010-02-12T21:47:08.769-05:00Last shots at the end of the day...<center></center><table style="text-align: center;"> <tbody></tbody><tbody><tr><td><center style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i48.tinypic.com/34o93yg.png"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/34o93yg.png" border="0" width="192" /></a> <p></p></center></td> <td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i46.tinypic.com/a59loz.jpg"><img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/a59loz.jpg" border="0" width="192" /></a> <p></p></td></tr> </tbody></table><a href="http://i45.tinypic.com/oaaekm.jpg"><img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/oaaekm.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Cory, me, Vandie, <a href="http://tresfraisnajee.blogspot.com">Najee</a> and Kristen. Shot by Kate Hohorst.christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-55853515787822073182010-02-12T12:26:00.000-05:002010-02-12T12:39:07.475-05:00Map Dream: Spoleto, Italy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simplygroups.co.uk/images/Todi%20on%20the%20hill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.simplygroups.co.uk/images/Todi%20on%20the%20hill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ciaodarling.com/italy/images/spoleto.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.ciaodarling.com/italy/images/spoleto.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sunvil.co.uk/sunvil/home/images/Italy_Images/Italy_461/it_umb_spoleto_01_461.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sunvil.co.uk/sunvil/home/images/Italy_Images/Italy_461/it_umb_spoleto_01_461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I'll fall in love there, I think. If not with a handsome fellow who likes oxford lace-ups and tailored suede coats with elbow patches, who gets around on foot or on bike and enjoys a brioche with his cioccolata calda and thinks my naïveté is both charming and, let's face it, funny, then I'll fall in love with everything else Umbria Hill could possibly offer.<br /><br />I'm not picky. Not picky at all.christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-19248461140241882652010-02-10T12:04:00.000-05:002010-02-12T12:09:47.311-05:00Inspo: Vincent van Gogh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harpers.org/media/image/blogs/misc/van-gogh-a-pair-of-shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.harpers.org/media/image/blogs/misc/van-gogh-a-pair-of-shoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3100/vangoghshoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3100/vangoghshoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ghostlightning.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/vincent-van-gogh-starry-night.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://ghostlightning.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/vincent-van-gogh-starry-night.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canvaz.com/vangogh/vangogh-42.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.canvaz.com/vangogh/vangogh-42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artinthepicture.com/artists/Vincent_van_Gogh/Starry_Night_over_the_Rhone.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.artinthepicture.com/artists/Vincent_van_Gogh/Starry_Night_over_the_Rhone.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.turnerlarsen.com/images/vangogh.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.turnerlarsen.com/images/vangogh.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Lately, I've been thinking...<br /><br />Come a pet-friendly apartment, I will have Vincent, Pablo, Henri, and Pierre. And they will all be splotchy, mutty, <span style="font-style: italic;">just rolled through about three or four spilled puddles from paint cans</span> little ragamuffins.christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-5720294923382740622010-02-09T12:15:00.000-05:002010-02-09T18:39:10.863-05:00Closet: Eryn Brinie<table style="text-align: center;"> <tbody><tr><td><center style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/2672/eiaop801e1dg.jpg" border="0" width="200" /> <p></p></center></td> <td style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/3720/eiaop801e1dgx.jpg" border="0" width="200" /> <p></p></td></tr> </tbody></table>It won't be this paycheck, or the next one, or maybe even the next one after that (amenities, Amazon.com book sprees, and my newfound shoe weakness have virtually decreed this) but in some way or another, this freaking adorable sailor romper <span style="font-style: italic;">will </span>be mine.<br /><br />I did, however, purchase one of her gorgeous turquoise satin belted frocks today. $54 dollars out of<span class="price" id="buy_product_msrp_price"> $162.80, so I'm feeling really good right about now. Really good, albeit hungry and cooped up in a library where a man's cellular or MP3 device is blaring "Free at Last" from behind me. Should I take this as a sign that at least some aspect of fashion is liberating? To answer that, I spent last night writing an essay on the dichotomy of Christopher Columbus's vintaged golden-boy reputation and his actual fall from grace... it bores me to even have to explain the prompt... but anyway, after forcing myself to make it read somewhat interestingly (I'm sure I still failed there) a little retail therapy was just the thing I needed on this hideously rainy day. So, yes, I would say so.<br /></span><div style="visibility: visible;" id="original_price" class="original_price"> </div><br />Writing that paper, however, forces me wonder: Why are we still talking about Christopher Columbus these days? Is he even relevant? He didn't set foot in North America, and the college here doesn't observe the 'holiday,' so. What has he done for me lately?christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-41276189650830628562010-02-08T17:38:00.001-05:002010-02-12T12:12:15.562-05:00Closet: The Cody Boot, by 80%20<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eilatan.com/images/PRODUCT/medium/MOLLY-BLACK.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/30cavex.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/30cavex.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>My second pair of 80%20's came in the mail today. (Talk about fast! Ordered them Friday night, received them much sooner than expected at 4pm today -- shipping was free, too. Thanks, <a href="http://www.endless.com/">Endless</a>!) They couldn't have come at a better time, seeing as how a) I'm a sucker for smoke and mirrors and b) I may have worn my pair of Molly wedges (pictured below) right into the ground. Ce Ce Chin, I will thank you over an infinite amount of giant basted turkeys and gravy boats for gifting us of the average height with hidden wedges. Genius, really. I'm all about deception. Growth spurt overnight? Why, thank you for noticing. Do my legs look like they go out for, like, a mile? Don't mind if they do. Seriously, good things happen in these shoes.<div><br /></div><div>Now I just need to invest in some inserts for my Mollys so I can start walking on clouds -- in style -- all over again. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.eilatan.com/images/PRODUCT/medium/MOLLY-BLACK.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 244px; " /></span></div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-56364714122058146112010-02-07T10:12:00.000-05:002010-02-07T10:54:50.231-05:00Reading: I Like You, I do, a lot, a lot, too much!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iloveyoumuch.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/resizeIMG_1301.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://iloveyoumuch.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/resizeIMG_1301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sandol Stoddard's book is the cutest little thing. It might be too big for the every day pocket, but it's just small enough to hold between your two hands. Sort of like an underloved teacup chihuahua, shaking from ear to tail because, unlike the Grinch, it's got a heart three sizes too big. Similarly, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I Like You</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> is this wonderfully earnest monologue that reads more like a declaration than a confession; it's set in the context of children, but reading it as a person in her twenties, its meaning is more universal than that. This is the kind of book that instantly became special to me, the kind of book you save for just the right person so you can tell them, too, in the most whimsical and honest way...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 22px;"></span></span></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I like you and I know why.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px;font-family:arial,helvetica,hirakakupro-w3,osaka,'ms pgothic',sans-serif;" ><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I like you because you are a good person to like.<br />I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it's special<br />And you remember it a long, long time.<br />You say, Remember when you told me something special<br />And both of us remember</span></em></p><em><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I think something is important<br />you think it's important too<br />We have good ideas<br />When I say something funny, you laugh<br />I think I'm funny and you think I'm funny too<br />Hah-hah!<br />I like you because you know where I'm ticklish<br />And you don't tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes<br />But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too<br />You know how to be silly<br />That's why I like you<br />Boy are you ever silly<br />I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you<br />I like you because you know when it's time to stop being silly<br />Maybe day after tomorrow<br />Maybe never<br />Too late, it's a quarter past silly<br />Sometimes we don't say a word<br />We snurkle under fences<br />We spy secret places<br />If I am a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off<br />You are one too<br />If I pretend I am drowning, you pretend you are saving me<br />If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,<br />then you are getting ready to jump<br />HOORAY</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That's because you really like me<br />You really like me, don't you<br />And I really like you back<br />And you like me back and I like you back<br />And that's the way we keep on going every day</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you go away, then I go away too<br />or if I stay home, you send me a postcard<br />You don't just say Well see you around sometime, bye<br />I like you a lot because of that<br />If I go away, I send you a postcard too<br />And I like you because if we go away together<br />And if we are in Grand Central Station<br />And if I get lost<br />Then you are the one that is yelling for me</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I like you because when I am feeling sad<br />You don't always cheer me up right away<br />Sometimes it is better to be sad<br />You can't stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute<br />You want to think about things<br />It takes time</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I like you because if I am mad at you<br />Then you are mad at me too<br />It's awful when the other person isn't<br />They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I like you because if I think I am going to throw up<br />then you are really sorry<br />You don't just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that<br />You say, maybe it was something you ate<br />You say, the same thing happened to me one time<br />And the same thing did</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you find two four-leaf clovers, you give me one<br />If I find four, I give you two<br />If we only find three, we keep on looking<br />Sometimes we have good luck, and sometimes we don't</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I break my arm, and if you break your arm too<br />Then it's fun to have a broken arm<br />I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours<br />We are both sorry<br />We write our names and draw pictures<br />We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I like you because I don't know why but<br />Everything that happens is nicer with you<br />I can't remember when I didn't like you<br />It must have been lonesome then</span></p><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I like you because because because<br />I forget why I like you but I do<br />So many reasons<br />On the 4th of July I like you because it's the 4th of July<br />On the fifth of July, I like you too<br />If you and I had some drums and some horns and some horses<br />If we had some hats and some flags and some fire engines<br />We could be a HOLIDAY<br />We could be a CELEBRATION<br />We could be a WHOLE PARADE<br />See what I mean?</span></p></em><p style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Even if it was the 999th of July<br />Even if it was August<br />Even if it was way down at the bottom of November<br />Even if it was no place particular in January<br />I would go on choosing you<br />And you would go on choosing me<br />Over and over again<br />That's how it would happen every time<br />I don't know why<br />I guess I don't know why I really like you<br />Why do I like you<br />I guess I just like you<br />I guess I just like you because I like you.</span></em></p><em><blockquote></blockquote></em><p></p></span></div></blockquote>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575857888232954314.post-10982001361140945742010-02-06T11:40:00.000-05:002010-02-07T10:46:43.004-05:00Inspo: Cy Twombly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lacomunidad.elpais.com/blogfiles/tablon-de-anuncios/cyTwombly1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lacomunidad.elpais.com/blogfiles/tablon-de-anuncios/cyTwombly1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.painterskeys.com/clickbacks/images/woa/112604_cy_twombly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.painterskeys.com/clickbacks/images/woa/112604_cy_twombly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dearheathermarie.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/wilder-shores-of-love-cy-twombly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://dearheathermarie.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/wilder-shores-of-love-cy-twombly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://slowpainting.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/image0015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://slowpainting.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/image0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://paubala.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/cy-twombly-1-untitled_1970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://paubala.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/cy-twombly-1-untitled_1970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div><br />Chaotically childlike. My window of spring, right here!</div>christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743545210239791146noreply@blogger.com0