Showing posts with label lemonade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lemonade. Show all posts

Saturday, January 21, 2012

That feeling

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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Still I (Will) Miss You

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

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Friday, November 4, 2011

Life?

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Remember

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Remember when we were all going to be wealthy designers.
Who made the world a beautiful experience
We were going to live in Future London
With millions of flashing lights and electronic music
That made us smarter by listening to it.
We were going to smoke fashionable cigarettes and
Get drunk on fluorescent drinks that would
Make us healthy.
But that didn't happen. The Twin Towers came down
And every one got laid off.
No one went to live in Future London.
Everyone moved to Brooklyn and embraced
The aesthetic of crumbling concrete
And dirty asbestos shingles.
We did somethings wrong. But we didn't screw up.
Right?

Monday, May 11, 2009

Patience

This hit the mark so directly in my life, I had to share it somewhere: A Woman's Walk - Week of May 10: "Understanding"

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Over-Easy

Sometimes, you have to put all of your eggs in one basket. Just be sure not to go counting your chickens before those eggs have hatched.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

I don't mind when people think I'm pregnant because they may give me their seat on the train

Nobody's More Bitter Than Ex-Gymnasts
Young girl: How old are you?
22 year-old girl: I'm 22.
Young girl: And you're pregnant!
22 year-old girl: No I'm not.
Young girl: Why do you have a big belly then?
22 year-old girl: Well you know, when you're my age, hormonal and stuff, you'll get fat. People will think you're pregnant when you're not, and you'll cry. So you'll eat tons of salads to make the belly disappear but it won't work and you'll be sad. That's all life's about. Don't grow up.

--A Train

Overheard by: Violette
via Overheard in New York, Apr 23, 2009

Monday, March 9, 2009

What you work for

When my friends are doing well in their careers, I find myself not so much jealous of their success, but envious of the fact that they are doing the things necessary to accomplish their goals. I won't accomplish what they have and will accomplish but they are role models for me and inspire me to keep working to achieve my dreams.

I worked on a show fall of 2008 with a man named Matthew Lewis who gave me great advice on a daily basis. He told me once that I could only have my own career, and that others would keep theirs whether I thought I deserved them or not.
-Matt roi Berger

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

A brief interruption

I will not apologize for my appreciation of low art. If you therefore feel compelled to think me stupid, base, or simply tasteless, I heretofore and hereafter find it to be your right to feel as much. But I personally refuse to feel stupid, base, or tasteless, regardless of whether or not I am these (undeniably subjective) things.

That Night

Before she was slaying vampires with Buffy, cheering with Kirsten, or playing a more acceptable version of a futuristic, brainwashable prostitute, Eliza Dushku was an awkward little girl, battling Katherine Heigl and trying to be Juliette Lewis in That Night, the Romeo and Juliet for the born-in-the-80s, latchkey-kid sect. A summer HBO staple, this movie was the stuff of fantasy for a number of young women. For me, it's sort of strange looking back on this admittedly rather mediocre film and recognizing some of these now-famous faces...because I want this movie to exist in the sort of capsule of naive magic it made me believe in as a young girl.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Monday, January 12, 2009

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Friday, December 5, 2008

In case you didn't notice...

Life does not come with an eraser.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sushi Gaming

Despite having very little free time, I find myself often distracted by MiniClip.com, a website devoted to free, online flash games. I've posted one of my favorites below for your amusement.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Brilliance in unexpected places

This gem of a comment thread was recently come across by my roommate and I. I would provide analysis of why it is so beautiful, but I will trust that you will understand. Original thread found here.

Click on the picture to see a screen cap. Photobucket