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i love you, i like you, i hate you.

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you have no idea how much i want some mcdonalds right now. it’s somewhat embarassing that i’m craving this heart-attack renderer, but it looks so good, and i’ve been eating tofu for the past three weeks.  this past holiday weekend left a bitter taste in my mouth.  while i love extra days off, i felt as though all my visits with a myriad of friends lacked something.  saturday i was full of remorse and could barely conjure up enough strength to get out of my jammies to meet the day.  tis why i stayed inside until late that evening when i decided to venture outward, as to party until the sun came up.  ironically, i chose not to, and instead found myself sitting across from fortman at norms engrossed in a conversation with two of my favorite regulars- bruce and tom.  the remainder of the weekend kind of fell flat, i feel justified to say.  i cooked dinner sunday evening for M & A and produced this wonderful dessert consisting of phyllo dough, hazelnuts, sugar, maple syrup infused whipped cream, and strawberries.  i also caught the end titles of Mad Men with Mr. I.

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Monday brought about endless piles of half-completed homework.  i drank too many cups of caffine, and i fell asleep without being properly prepared for what tuesday would bring.  now i find myself, on this wonderful wednesday evening, a day ahead of schedule, with a throbbing headache.  marilyn monroe is regulating my thoughts per usual, and i have been filled with a sensation of contentedness, and i know not why.

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to celebrate the month of october, i am reading frankenstein, which proves to be everything pride and prejudice was not.  this is engaging, captivating, and vivid, where as jane austen’s masterpiece was a somber critique of the social evolution of 19th century england.  i found a wonderful recipe for panna cotta, which i’m so enthused by.  i’m unsure as to whether or not i want to pursue that tomorrow evening, or if i’d prefer baking a blackberry fig pie.  saturday renders those horrible standardized tests, though i’m in part glad, because then i will be able to sleep all afternoon with a proper excuse.  i’m trying to allot myself time to keep adding to my play, though i seem to be losing more time than i am gaining it.  so it goes, i suppose.  i’ve decided that it’s time to go back to therapy, seeing as i could use another POV that isn’t biased and comes from someone familiar.

i’ll drop off film tomorrow or on friday… depending on how productive i’d like to be.

enfin

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updatez & kittehz & promises

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on this rainy october day (worst combination in my opinion) i find myself pulling an all-nighter to remain on track at school and bake cookies for tomorrow.  in the past two days i’ve baked four dozen cookies and i’m getting better at baking.  i used to bake a lot, and i still do, but i have to admit its been quite sometime since i’ve baked cookies.  cakes and tarts and pies seem to be my forte.  but so it goes, these cookies are for a cause, a good one that is.

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sublime days passing by within a blink of an eye.  keeling over on the walk home possibility, reminisce, parcels delivered and signed for, unexpected and welcomed invitations, aspirations and lots of beirut.  jane austen shall never be better than northanger abbey, writing in varsity, and ink stained digits.  memories, or would you say lacksidaciscal thoughts and spinning, arms, legs, strands of hair akimbo.  play in the works, romance on the horizon, nourished properly come the 5th day.  holidays, reunions, anxiety and depression.

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painful, wincing at the sight of them.  without gold, without tears, without what you think i need.  one too many americanos, steaming, piping hot, it’s gases making its way through the stiff autumn air.  crisp skies, big breaths, crunch crunch crunching leaves, root vegetables, increase in figs+kale.  overall bliss.

forgoing the immediate comfort of my down blanket and bed, all to be discomforted by the truths and travisties of my mind.  sleep deprivation- something i haven’t been in a while.  lots and lots of tea, missing rain slicker and umbrella soaked by nature, indulgence in warm hot showers. 

dropping roll of film from vermont/new hampshire off some point tomorrow.  shooting more saturday.  adventure photos from the past weekend are being uploaded- slowly, patiently, ever so leisurely.  tension between everyone and anyone, have i upset the one person i ought to depend on most? unsure.  losing a grip of said relationship, so nature takes its course, things end, things decay.  bring me, let me spend the day in your bed, in your world, exchanging things that have never been exchanged before.

irrationality taking over.  counting down the days.  let that nip bite your ankles.

enfin

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clear as day but in the night

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ciao ciao ciao blogosphere as well as city-life.  going on a two week adventure filled with camping and sailing and no cell-phone reception/internet connection (thank you!!).  so ready to get away from this town, from these people, from this house. getting back into timber timbre– can’t tell if that’s bueno ou non; proffers memories into my mind which i’d prefer stay where they were.  but they’re a phenomenal band, so what can i say? almost done with tao of pooh. been eating a lot of flax seed infused yoghurt, wishing i were a musician, and trying to get rid of these terrible tanlines.  speaking of tan lines…

and just because i’m contemplative:

i had a near death experience friday- i’m still a bit shaken up, but i’m here, breathing, feeling, being. afterwards, i sat reading in the sun, “zenned out” as my colleagues have determined. hopin’ to have a scanner by the 25th so i can start postin’ some film shots. silly’s last night, with late night walks on the east end trail, and i finally bought wristcutters- so glad i did. i’m quite content with the approach i’ve had lately. it’s kind of wu wei. and i couldn’t be more glad. sun-rises and fruit and cats and ocean and boats.  poetry, photos, mixed tape, and the latest ‘ssip to be posted when i return.  until then, stay classy motherrrrfuckers.

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surprise! this past weekend was wunderbar.  yes… back to my native tongue! it’s funny how quickly you can fall out of habit, but then, as if nothing happened, return to it as quickly as you fell out!

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for starters- i hate fourth of july.  i always have, and i always will, and i suppose there are a few reasons behind this hatred.  one: i am not patriotic by any means.  surely, i do love living in the united states- solely because of freedom- and yes, generally i wouldn’t say that, because i feel as though some rights are most definitely hindered, but, today i am saying that.  two: drunks on the eastern promenade are not the sort of people i like sitting next to, while having them regurgitate on my blanket.  three: i’m not too big on fireworks- in fact, the only reason i watch them, is to hear them.  four: i think the color combination, red white and blue is rather tragic, and i hate seeing it plastered all over everyone who makes a big deal out of the frikin’ fourth of july.  five: i prefer bastille day.  to hell with america, vive la france!

but let’s back up.  today was unexpectedly grand.  trips to the beach with healthy vegetation, books galore, the clash & family.  not to mention miraculously warm waters to swim in, and even warmer temperatures and endless sunshine.  all this followed by a mid evening excursion to el rayo- which i initially protested, but now, after experiencing the dining, i have clearly changed my mind.  so fresh, so clean, so delicious, so divine.  i was rather pleased with el rayo- hence this.  dancing in the ghetto with sparklers and watching the fireworks from the roof was a nice night cap, and now i ready myself to sleep, just so i can awake, ride to the corporate sell-out spot, and then take another trip to the beach again.  rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat.  so much fun, so happy it’s summertime.  it seems as if all my film keeps disappearing.  gone through 5 rolls this week- everything is adding up, and there is no ending in sight.  oceanic adventure beginning in one day.  what can i say? i’m looking forward to it, for both selfish reasons and reasons of pure selflessness (if that even existed).

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i’ll eventually post a new mixtape for summer (i’m getting lazy, yet i’m balancing two blogs, and going on holidays often).  i’ll also try and scan some photos and get them posted too.  there is some sort of surprise in store regarding a revolutionary idea to re-amp a wonderful thing that portland is probably missing- and i plan on makin’ some creme brulee soon- so someone better buy me a blowtorch.  no more green for quite some time, and just because i thought of that, let’s chew on this- i hate pbr.  eff off hipster culture and cry me the nile.

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postscriptum: i’ve had two very cute waiters this past week, hmm… oh yeah, jack johnson never changes, and i’ve decided that’s a wonderful thing! oh and to add to the local natives video featured up top- if you haven’t listened to gorilla manor, YOU MUST.

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its always rainy in portland

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hey-o. stupid its always sunny in philadelphia… i miss my days of avid tv watching. anyway, wednesday is over in 2o minutes- such a beautiful thing if you ask me. two days left of this wretched school week. and yes, i can survive it thank you, but tomorrow evening will be hellish, seeing as i have to finish the sound and the fury. stupid faulkner, why did you have to write in a manner that i do not care for? huh? huh? okay. well yes.. i don’t know either.  i’m a bit nervous because i had to email the ink-shop about changing my appointment to a later time, and i really want them to be accomodating and all “yes of course, 2:30 is wonderful!” in addition to that, i’m having problems with my yashica and batteries and making a hold.  anyone who knows how to do that, please inform me immediately.  gratitude will come later.

for the past, 24hours? i’ve been working on a collaborative with my friend danger, entitled, kale and radishes.  it’s turning out lovely, and it will be posted when we finish (the non-existing god knows when that will be…).  i traveled to brunswick today- scored a few pieces of vinyl, and a nice large coffee, which was an interlude to all the other cups of coffee i drank today. tea will be my drink of choice tomorrow, or i will reek of permanent coffee stench.

this summer i have an itch to go scrumping.  do you think i should scrump with M, or A? hm. in the comfort of my home this evening i bake a lemon basil cake.  it turned out edible to say the least, if not delicious.  and i also made my marinara sauce.  i still have a case of cooking blues (which is contradictory) how do you like my antilogy? but yes. tomorrow… i have to work. but that means money for quebec.  and also norms later in the evening (i need camraderie ASAP). friday is similar to tomorrow, classes, working, artwalk (with my rollerderby bud) and then saturday i have a vintage sale to attend, some work to do, and beautiful bela’s birthday to celebrate.  sunday is easter, which i will be enjoying with family members at Local 188.  also with glasses of pinot noir later in the evening.  i’d like to take ethel out this week too, seeing as the weather is looking promising tomorrow onward.  i believe i should curl up in my bed now. because im starting to mash thoughts and i don’t want STOC to appear in my entry.  FICTION IS COMING. I PROMISE. i will work on it at some point tomorrow.  (bio?hist?art?)

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חג כשר וסמח chag pesach sameach

happy passover. first and foremost i despise the following week because it always feels as though whatever you do, whether you be jewish, catholic, or agnostic, that in one way or another you’re doing wrong unto the world. but two days down, five to go.  today, (tuesday) is promising.  even though the weather is crappy and sad, i’m sort of looking forward to the day.  it’s almost at the point where i keep observing the time and i think that it’d be the smartest thing if i stayed up all evening into the morning doing homework, catching up on enfinoui, and cleaning and then head to school, grab a large coffee and take a nap. but i think i’ll end up sleeping in a while.

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today. no tennis. no work. homework…yes. waking up early… maybe.  relaxation… hopefully.  i’m seeing dark dark dark tonight at SPACE. I cannot wait.  If you live in Portland head to SPACE tonight and hear them play.  They’re putting on their Bright Bright Bright LP and some songs from Snow Magic for the crowd.  I’m hoping my Yashica will be in working condition in 24 hours so I can capture the show on my black and white film.  i also feel like making pizza… why am i thinking about food already though? that’s a bit sad. basil, lemon, cake. delicious. i’m getting off track. apologies. st.oc. that’s my stream of consciousness abrev. yes, anyway, GO SEE DARK DARK DARK or die. the end. put an end to that huh.? didn’t i? oh i sure did. this is not artfully narrated.  i’m really sorry, but all of my talent has flown out the door. what a shame! i know, right. even my neighbor’s pet bird agrees. i can hear her chirping through these thin walls. paper thin. modest mouse. isaac brock. road trip to outwest this summer. HELL YES. who wants to join?

im going to stop now because i am making no sense  and i also feel as though i may be muttering a bit too loud.

im feeling: ohheyo, i miss its always sunny in philly, tired, ‘cited-‘cited, byebye the awful lovin’ rain, vinyl hours and incense, crackin’ the bottles, zombieblood, fiction NEEDS to be finished, intrigue intrigue intrigue, lurv, dance sesh with invisies?

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ouah… le printemps!

spring means:

the cooking blues.


homemade gnocchi: potatoes, salt, flour


pinched and ready for the pot of hot water


brown butter, white wine, and kale and mushroom sauce


really good white wine, popovers, and salad


the finished gnocchi!

it’s been a while.. i do admit that.  this past week got the best of me, not because i was busy, i just got distracted half the time.  i also had a case of the cooking blues which took up more time of each night than originally predicted.  pictured below are some of the many items i’ve prepared this past week!


oh hi fresh veggies- i love you kale and celery.


chicken kale soup, with crispy rosemary parmesean bread


red plum and black berry butter tart!


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 as you can see… i wasn’t lying about my cooking escapades.  i know that i have been promising my story entitled her and him for quite sometime, maybe even three weeks, but the ending has been really difficult to decide upon.  i’ve even considered publishing it in installments.  perhaps that’s what i’ll do.  i will be blogging regularly as of now.  today its pretty cool outside, although the sun makes it rather deceiving.  i’d love to go for a bikeride and maybe even a picnic, but seeing as the time and temp building reads 38 degrees, i don’t think i’ll do either.  maybe a trip to go thrifting, even though i should be saving all my cash for my trip to quebec in the next couple of weeks.  monday marks the start of the 2010 tennis season.  i don’t really feel like playing but i know that i should, so that’s what i’ll do.  i have a lot of work to do with buy local and with port city music hall, so i think tennis will be on the back-burner until matches start.  i’m also hoping to vacation to cambridge/boston next weekend.  it’d be oh so lovely. i’m really hungry right now, and trout is sitting with me.  this spring has been alright so far. seeing as the weather’s been nice…but i forgot to tell you! thursday it snowed.  isn’t that terrible? by the end of the weekend i’m hoping her and him will be posted, along with whatever sunday scribblings posts as their 208th topic.

give me some ideas for how to spend my weekend.  i guess i could go take photos.

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