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nostalgia: kodak moments

i guess i’ve been feeling quite nostalgic lately, and i stumbled across some pictures that i personally feel speak more than a thousand words.

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lately,

in short this has been the past few days.  cat naps with trout after 4pm on thursdays.  smiles and ferocious yawns, and little tiny pink noses.  waking up all to discover its a mother-effing snow day- thus bringing a celebration in my brain.  stupid celebration got in the way of learning how to conjugate malo, malle, malui.

worked brunch on saturday, learned the drill.  met dear corey jane at the squid and whale tattoo and supported her during her first ink sesh- per usual cyndi lou did a fabulous job.  chatted the afternoon away, drank some tea, and went food shopping.

made my grandmother’s yellow curry for the ladies, and gossiped and bitched all night long.  listened to britney’s newest hit, and dougied.  it was so worth it to have a ladies night, just because i sorta forgot what they’re like and how great they make you feel.  so much stuff to be said, and smiles and laughs and pocket calls.  a group of very different girl, congregating over food, gossip, and shitty jamz.

rewind to friday night- probably my favorite night so far.  fried chicken, and snuggles, and tosh.o, and blue eyes, and a new job, and a poncho, and hugs, and rob steele.

obviously we ended the night on a good sweet note- soy creamery cherry chocolate chip. YUMMYYYY.

waking up sunday.  working brunch again- this time crazier, but just as fun- if not more.  bonded with amanda, talked some J-shore business, and then left when all was said and done.  met with sammy and got some much needed coffee and splurged on music- five records and a peter gabriel cassette for our maine adventure.  all this leading up to a walk to his car in 10 degree weather and a finale of sweeney todd.

i never realized how lucky i am until today.

i’m luckier than so many people, and i’m so happy that i am.

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you have rosy cheeks

sorry i’ve taken a little break.  when i’m in classes it’s just incredibly hectic and the only thing i ever want to do is sleep, so i sleep as much as i can.  that was the issue last semester- borderline sleep deprivation, which one, makes me edgy & jumpy, two, seems to make me sick all of the time, and three is never worth the momentary feeling of accomplishment.  so now i’m getting back in the swing of things (hey it’s only taken me 20 days really…) and i’m trying to do as little as possible in order to sleep like a normal person.  i guess i should clarify in saying that i’m just not that sociable at the moment, so i’ve been enjoying my quiet afternoons reading the world’s worst novel- the house of the spirits- and finishing all of my assignments by 10pm nightly.  it’s worth it… or so i keep telling myself.

anyway, i’m sending in my submission to a play festival on monday, and at this point i’m really content with what i’ve done.  it’s been such a long time since i’ve actually finished a piece of writing- so it’s a gulp of fresh air, so to speak, and an emotion i haven’t felt in a long time- pride.

i really wish i could put forth a more thoughtful post- and perhaps i will tonight, but right now i’d rather go eat dinner, finish my work, and then watch jersey shore, because snooki is in jail and i want to see what happens.

and as a crazy surprise i have posted all sorts of film that i’ve recently developed from the fall.  buenos noches mis (mes?) amigos.

PS-let’s pray for a snowday for enfin.

xoxo

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a 6-day vacation…plus some politics

I’m just sitting here, drinking my iced G7 coffee, in my pajamas, reading a bit of Angelou, when I start to think about the current state of things around me.  I haven’t been to school since Tuesday (Wednesday was a snow-day and I was sick for the past two days), and because of Martin Luther King Jr. Day I don’t have classes on Monday.  Not to mention there is of course a strong possibility of another snow-day on Tuesday- but we’ll see, I won’t push my luck for a 7 day vacation.

While nothing exciting has happened recently in my life, I was able to find some controversy that I could emerge myself in, but now, when I stop and look back at the controversy I am absolutely disgusted, for a few reasons.  Before I list the reasons, I’ll clarify the controversy- though I shouldn’t even label it as a controversy seeing as it’s irrefutable on one side, and all in all, it’s entirely disgraceful.  This problem, this issue, is named, Paul LePage.  Yes, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.  LePage was elected by a slim margin to the Governor’s office of Maine back in November.  At that point, I was absolutely terrified, enraged, confused- you name a negative adjective, I was feeling it.  LePage is hardly qualified for the job, seeing as the past two governors in the state of Maine have been politically correct, kind, and effective (John Baldacci & Angus King).  LePage is known as the notorious manager of Mardens- you know, that store with the catchy jingle (ya should have bought it when you saw it at MAAAARDENS!!), and graduated from the University of Maine with a MBA in business.  I’m not going to insult or comment on the career he held for most of his life- ie the management job at Marden’s, I’ll let you do that, but if one just examines his qualifications in regards to his education, it’s evident that he is hardly qualified or knowledgable to be holding the power of Governor in the year 2011. Anyway, ever since he entered the political arena, there has been a hailstorm of controversy following him like a malicious tornado that has no intention of bipartisanship, in fact the only intention his controversy has is to deepen the divide between democrats and republicans in the state of Maine- which s pretty deep to begin with.  One of his most nationally recognized quotes is “I’d tell Obama to go to hell…” and as of yesterday, his inappropriateness and his overwhelming since of bias was made public once again.  The NAACP had invited the governor to celebrate Martin Luther King’s Holiday at their annual event- a breakfast, with an additional visit with black prisoners at the Maine State Prison.  LePage never responded to either invitation, and when asked by a member of the press why he declined the NAACP’s invitation, he responded, “They can kiss my butt.”  Someone with such an elementary vocabulary ought not be running a state- even though Maine’s average SAT scores are 40-50 points below the national average.  By expressing such arrogance, such utter carelessness, what does LePage expect to accomplish? Does he know the example that he is setting? On the weekend of the national holiday that represents racial healing in the United States, why would an elected official make such an atrocious, borderline racist comment, and then try to defend himself by saying, “I’m not racist, you can go to my house and see that I have a black son…” That is the other appalling thing.  The fact that a person can adopt a child doesn’t mean that they’re racially tolerant.  In fact, by claiming he’s not racist because he has a black son shows just how racially ignorant he is.

So as a resident of the state of Maine, I can tell you honestly, that I am outright disgusted by our Governor’s comments.  I am ashamed, embarrassed, and completely offended.  This sort of regress shouldn’t be taking place in 2011, especially in Maine which has already had a tumultuous history with racial equality.  His lack of eloquence (just because it was a short comment does not coincide with eloquence for those who may disagree), his lack of political correctness, his ignorance, arrogance, lack of respect, and clearly lack of knowledge about what is acceptable to say in public, is a disgrace.  Another adjunct, that I find incredibly wretched is the fact that LePage claims he doesn’t support special interest groups (this was one of his reasons for declining the NAACP’s invitation) yet today- the day immediately preceding his obscene and uncalled for comments, he is attending an anti-abortion rally.  So much for staying true to your word, LePage.  Maybe you ought to go back to managing Marden’s- I think that’s the safest place for you.  + if there is even a mention of constructing that nuclear power plant LePage has been mentioning, I will seriously remove myself from this state, never return, never look back, and do everything I can to ensure that another corrupt tea-bagger never wins another political seat again.

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let’s play catch-up

hi, how are you? i’m good thanks for asking.  and just in case you forgot, i’m enfin and this is my blog which has been neglected for the past month and a half or so.  i must apologize on many different levels, but as i mentioned in the recent past, my life has taken a turn that i did not expect.  i don’t mean that in a negative scary sense, in fact it’s a really good change- much needed, and much appreciated.  i contemplated ending this blog- taking an extended hiatus if you will, and it seems as if i did- but that’s only because my precious laptop broke in the midst of exams, and also because the holidays came and went, and then just this past week i celebrated my birthday.  classes are in full swing again, i’ve made it my resolution to stop procrastinating- to get things done on time, to be efficient, to be productive, the be the student i’ve always been.  a side note- my other resolution is making blogging the most regular of duties.  from santa i received a nikon dx 3000, which is making the photography aspect much easier on the eyes.  so expect regular posts once i get my new macbook air (in three-four days).

i miss blogging more than you would assume.  i’ve been writing restaurant reviews, adapting recipes, and i have so much to share on vin et grub it’s surprising- seeing as i usually have limited material.  i miss having an outlet to the outside world, one where i can say what i need to say, acquire knowledge that inspires me to take on new projects, and give me that extra little oomph that gets me through my days.

the other reason why i haven’t been blogging, besides exams, winter break, and a broken laptop is because i’m spending my time with cherished and loved ones (this is my way of saying that i met someone… and i now have a boyfraan, who i must add, is ridiculously spectacular and understands me better than most).  i have this life that i’ve cultivated, one that i’ve been yearning and one that i’ve finally received after seventeen years.  relationships in my family are the best they’ve been in a long time, and it’s not everyday (although for the past two and half months it has been) that i wake up smiling and i fall asleep smiling.

i was really pleased this past birthday- entering my seventeenth year to receive twenty friends at a semi-surprise party.  as a capricorn, i need to be involved in everything, i hate outright surprises, and i like to lead, so it’s only customary for me to have had part in planning my own party.  but it was the best time i’ve ever had on a birthday.  a reservation for 21 at local 188, paella, quail eggs, steak tartare, chocolate chocolate cupcakes, goat cheese salads, scallops, braised short ribs, culinary feats conquered.  the best company i’ve ever had, and just all around smiles and good vibes.  i spent last evening in boston, where we had a reservation at petit robert bistro, and enjoyed good conversation, culinary excellency, and family time.  i’m headed home to portland today to spend time with my peach, and then i guess i’ll sleep a good sleep all to enter another week at the flete.  but i must say, this is the absolute happiest i’ve been in the past two years, and i’m just in this euphoria- this absolute bliss where everything is fine and dandy, where i’m looking forward to the next day just as much as i’m enjoying the moment.

tell me how you’ve been! tell me about your resolutions, your holidays, your fresh start to 2011.  i want to hear it all.

enfinlove

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drop the world

everything is just falling into place.  the planets are aligned, and i’ve been so happy for the past two weeks or so.  i also don’t see it changing anytime soon so that’s a +.  2 and a half days of classes this week, and then a bit of a break and a bit of work and a bit of fun.

just thuggin out in the dirtay gham.  finally some new photos and an overdue trip to photoshops to drop off some random undeveloped rolls of film- SO EXCITED, who knows what gems they may contain.  roasting a chicken tonight- taking a trip to my miniature heaven.  friday was oh so much fun.  can’t even put it in words.  lemon stings, wu-tang clan, etc. etc.

not to be terrible or anything- but there are so many ridiculous people in coffee shops.  people who steal seats, who sing, who howl, and who are plain out wretched.  i try not to feel uncomfortable, but sometimes its really hard not to.  arabica should not be polluted with the typical crazy that peruses the congo, that’s all i have to say.

so happy.  a mixed tape posted tomorrow.  it’s actually one i made for a friendsie poo.

anyway, happy november night.

enfin

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deterioration

j. ledue photo

this week passed by in what seemed like a very drawn out moment.  i jammed out to dark dark dark at space with some pals, and i got tea with some friends, practiced a lot of yoga, made a lot of food, slept a grand total of 16 hours over the entirety of the week, and then painted myself in glow in the dark paint, dressed up as a girl scout, and got crunk to MJ with lyllie.  last evening was the highlight, just because everything was just a hot mess.  i mean, i suppose what i learned is that i’m really grateful that i have such good female friends, and i’m also glad that they are who they are. 

this morning started out fantastically, what with making a potato frittata and homemade granola for lyllie, and relaxing.  then the day started to turn for the worse.  as it seems to be a predictable pattern, i sulked over “spilled milk” if you will, and tried to better my overall mood with a big cup of black coffee, which i only drink when i’m off the wall angry.  but my femme friends were there to try to help me- and they did, sort of.  i’m glad that they were, because if they weren’t then i’d still be fuming opposed to now being solely frustrated.  as far as what the day shall bring, i’m unsure.  i don’t care at this point.  i just want to go do something fun to relieve my mind of this current agitation.

alien girl scoutz

maybe i’ll just go take a nap and listen to some records. or maybe i’ll go read on the promenade, though i don’t feel like walking up there for the second time today.  maybe i’ll just watch every episode of jaime oliver at home.  or perhaps i’ll just conjure up a menu for the dinner party that i’m planning.  i don’t know.  i suppose i should update vin et grub.  i hope that tomorrow will be fulfilling.  but then again, i lack plans.  AGH.  i’m indecisive and definitely not eloquent.  MORE coffee wakes the dead.  sleepysleepysleepysleep.

this photo was taken by m. nichols- isn’t it fantastic? it’s so beautiful.

lovelovelove and indecisiveness.

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it’s as black as any night

i present to you a medley of summer film, shot in numerous places (most notably south korea) and in addition, a brief STOC.

trembling ever so lightly, i raised my nikon to my right eye, focused the lens, and shot this photo.  korea was full of murals, shrines, and monuments.  this one particularly struck me because it was in the dmz, and families who are separated by north and south leave one another notes and wishes on this fence.  as i made my way around the dmz i couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow floating about the trees, spewing from the birds, and releasing in the scent.  stalemate.  that’s what the treaty is defined as between north korea and south korea.  that’s what i felt.  in addition to a very odd, yet satisfying amount of peace as well.  a sanctuary of sorrow and peace.  being idle equates to nothing.

scarborough beach circa august 2010.  meandered to the beach with jaime reagan and company.  the swells were constant and overwhelming.  the sun was directly overhead, and the white sand was absorbing all the heat from the center of our galaxy.  i can’t say that i went to the beach for leisure too often this past summer, but of the few trips i did make, this was certainly the most satisfying.  immediately following the beach, we drove to the maine squeeze where jaime and i indulged in some green drinks.

alpha cave and beta bitches- plus caliboy.  these folks made my july the best july i’ve ever had.  when i first encountered them, i was unsure whether i’d get along with the group.  but sure enough, we made friends fast, and i still cannot imagine spending the entire july with any other group of people but these.  mr. t remains calm and collected, posing next to jaime who is in the midst of laughing at max’s absurd gesture he made seconds before this shot was snapped.  caliboy remains the same as mr t, and max, eli, and myself share a laugh about supertramp and the nose.

as i headed to the seoul fish market i traveled down a tunnel full of produce stalls managed by the wives of farmers.  this shot is perhaps one of the best i’ve snapped this summer.  while the exposure isn’t as great as i wish, the idea of the scene is still visible, and i think in some ways its executed quite well.  this woman, who has her hand resting on her hip found me and my traveling companions ridiculous and troublesome.  she was selling sesame leaves, dried maggots, and garlic.  the vendors sat on the ground while guys on mo-peds whizzed by.

snap-shot/portrait of my dear madre.  we were eating at saporro, i was house-sitting, and korea was just around the corner.  she was angry because her water had ice and no lemon, even though she asked twice for water without water with a lemon.  i suppose being picky isn’t the best thing when ordering water.  it was humid, and rain was on the way.  following this excursion i made my way home, and took a brief nap before running up to walk the little puppy on the hill.

after waiting for what seemed like a million seconds, potter did the first step to my swallow tattoo.  the pressing remained on my back for an extra twenty minute before he began a two and a half hour ink session on the very small swallow located on my upper left shoulder blade.   potter was impressed by my ability to fall asleep during the whole tattoo sesh, and in addition, i was a “very nice foreigner”.  he was sweet, that goes without saying, and he also was the best dressed korean i had seen that day- rocking a pair of tie-dyed balloon cotton pants, jesus sandals, and a black wife beater.

ms. chelsea, a very good friend, was married to her dearest john on august 29th.  the wedding was out of control and on the island.  we took an early boat over, and the good times started to roll at 2pm.  clearly, after this little soire, i know that i can handle a large amount of alcohol.  as A and i later hypothesized, the entire wedding was just an excuse to get loved ones together to drink to their heart’s content. and the choice of drink was limited to miller light, pbr, pinot grigo, pinot noir, merlot, and jello shots made with meyer’s rum.  very limited indeed.

when anne and cory first observed my camera, they struck a pose, but after i took a little while explaining i didn’t like poses, they began to ignore me, thus allowing me to get a candid shot like the one above.  anne and cory are my favorite couple in the entire world.  leading the bridal party, anne wore her black dress from bliss, paired with a legit pair of frye motorcycle boots.  miss rock n roll asian is pretty B.A.

jack and andrew pickin’ around at their octopus entree.  squirmy, yummy, delicious, we are strong…like warriors.

Mr. I tried his best with snappin’ some candid shots of my session with potter… while he is an amateur at camera usage, i enjoyed this photo and i still do.  this was about half-way into our session, and potter had just started shading.  b-roc, the miniature dog was moving about beneath the table, and my hand was resting on potter’s thigh.  i didn’t quite know where to put my hands the entire session, for they kept falling asleep.

this is my depiction of silence at the boston public library.  i’m very pleased with how this came out, besides the little light leak on the bottom left.

sinchon at night.  neon signs have a power over a human’s feeble mind.  all things that sparkle/glitter attract our attention, and sinchon was just that… a big ball of sparkley, glittery, neon signs.  i miss the vendors, the street food, the hemp stores, the cheap shoes, expensive skincare, and ironic shirts that would say, “it girl” or “diamonds or gold please”… did i say ironic, i meant idiotic!

Mr. I all dolled up, and finally he admits that he is a hash hippie.

the weekend brings me once again to the humble abode in cambridge, and immediately post-weekend, i am back in school, ramming my head into chem books, alg2acc books, russian history middle ages text + freeze text, pride and prejudice, and translating latin that i would have never thought possible to translate until now.  rest well portland, enfin will be back.

post scriptum: i was at norms tonight and got to spend some time with my surrogate big bro who i haven’t seen in what seems like ages.  now i know that i’ll have some guaranteed help for my struggling times in mathematics class.

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