Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Traumerei



Robert Schumann's Traumerei aus Kinderszenen Op. 15 is the perfect song for romantic rainy days.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Rip Tide



If I were music this is what I would aspire to be. This song flows into me, mixes up my insides, changing me, and even when it's gone, it's still a part of me.

Harold and Maude


Two of my favorite scenes from this movie:





Everyone should know a Maude but I want to be her. I will be bursting at the seams with life and love just like her. That is my life's mission!

Backyard Beauty




Saturday, September 24, 2011

Hollenbeck's Cider Mill










Thursday, September 22, 2011

We Are Star-Stuff





I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.

The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.

-Carl Sagan

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Poe & Alone


From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view. - Edgar Allan Poe

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

To Do List



*Newsflash!* Today I developed an innocent crush on the unknowing Coke delivery guy. I am kind of excited about this because I haven't had a crush since almost a year ago when I first met Nile. Granted a crush vs. a boyfriend doesn't really compare but I will take what I can get in Cortland, or as I like to call it, the dating desert. Anywho, he's cute and he gave me butterflies as he stood there watching me work while he waited for the invoice to print. That's the most excitement I've had in a while! And yes, I am well aware of how sad that sounds.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Out of Sight



Just like this video I think we all can relate to illuminating our path as we go along. Life can be a bit cloudy, confusing but always full of mystery. I am having my first visit tomorrow with a life coach with the goal of regaining my balance, self-esteem and direction. The life coach is my current boss and friend, who just received her certification. Lucky for me, she needs someone to practice on and lucky for her, I need some direction. It's a win-win situation. It got me thinking this afternoon how amazing it is when the help you need seems to manifest itself out of the blue at just the right time.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Garth




Hooray! My dog is no longer camera shy. Good boy!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Fatherhood



Is pretty sexy.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Those Born Not Belonging


"For a long while I have believed – this is perhaps my version of Sir Darius Xerxes Cama’s belief in a fourth function of outsideness – that in every generation there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not belonging, who come into the world semi-detached, if you like, without strong affiliation to family or location or nation or race; that there may even be millions, billions of such souls, as many non-belongers as belongers, perhaps; that, in sum, the phenomenon may be as “natural” a manifestation of human nature as its opposite, but one that has been mostly frustrated, throughout human history, by lack of opportunity.

And not only by that: for those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainly, change, have erected a powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness, that disruptive, anti-social force, so that we mostly conform, we pretend to be motivated by loyalties and solidarities we do not really feel, we hide our secret identities beneath the false skins of those identities which bear the belongers’ seal of approval.

But the truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds (because we are all alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves), we soar, we fly, we flee. And in the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the non-belongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks.

What we forbid ourselves we pay good money to watch, in a playhouse or a movie theater, or to read about between the secret covers of a book. Our libraries, our palaces of entertainment tell the truth. The tramp, the assassin, the rebel, the thief, the mutant, the outcast, the delinquent, the devil, the sinner, the traveler, the gangster, the runner, the mask: if we did not recognize in them our least-fulfilled needs, we would not invent them over and over again, in every place, in every language, in every time." - Salman Rushdie

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Anti-Love Regime Underway





Into The Woods





















Saturday, September 10, 2011

Conundrum

I'm feeling the pull of NYC again, it's calling out to me and I haven't decided if it's out of love, apology, or because it's a bitch. Regardless, I still love you NY. I am cautious though. I realize two things when I think about NY: 1.) I am too young to be stuck in my hometown working dead end jobs 2.) I am too old to keep making mistakes and moving back into my Dad's

What's a boy to do.

Another conundrum. I'm about to lay it down for all the gay men out there. Take heed because I'm over it. Quit your goddamn bitching that you want to find a cute/smart/funny guy interested in a long term relationship because you will choose the hot/slut for a one night stand, every time. Fact.



Keri, honey, one night stands rarely turn into anything more than the clap. Just being a friend.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Flavor of the Week



Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Ache





This synthetic prince yearns for a data romance. Whoever could love me the way that I love these songs? My love for these is equal parts all of my heart and equal parts cheap.

Country Baby