Wednesday, July 29, 2009

can i be the girl you met

in the coin laundry.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

girl crush.

this is keetra.
i have a girl crush on keetra. her projects are stunning and are not only extremely planned out but so thought-provoking. rising stars? anonymous hugging? what about a thousand thanks? her creativity is ridiculously inspiring. thanks, keetra.

Monday, July 27, 2009


i'm revisiting purity of the heart is to will one thing by soren kierkegaard again. it's one of my all-time favorites and it's calling me to itself again. i forgot how gorgeous this beginning is...

"Father in heaven! What is a man without Thee! What is all that he knows, vast accumulation though it be, but a chipped fragment if he does not know Thee! What is all his striving, could it even encompass a world, but a half-finished work if he does not know Thee: Thee the One, who art one thing and who art all! So may Thou give to the intellect, wisdom to comprehend that one thing; to the heart, sincerity to receive this understanding; to the will, purity that wills only one thing. In prosperity may Thou grant perseverance to will one thing; amid distractions collectedness to will one thing; in suffering, patience to will one thing. Oh, Thou that giveth both the beginning and the completion, may Thou early, at the dawn of day, give to the young man the resolution to will one thing. As the day wanes, may Thou give to the old man a renewed remembrance of his first resolution, that the first may be like the last, the last like the first, in possession of a life that has willed only one thing. Alas, but this has indeed not come to pass. Something has come in between. The separation of sin lies in between. Each day, and day after day something is being placed in between: delay, blockage, interruption, delusion, corruption. So in this time of repentance may Thou give the courage once again to will one thing. True, it is an interruption of our ordinary tasks; we do lay down our work as though it were a day of rest, when the penitent (and it is only in a time of repentance that the heavy-laden worker may be quiet in the confession of sin) is along before Thee in self-accusation. This is indeed an interruption. But is an interruption that searches back into its very beginnings that it might bind up anew that which sin has separated, that in its grief it might atone for lost time, that in its anxiety it might bring to completion that which lies before it. Oh, Thou that givest both the beginning and the completion, give Thou victory in the day of need so that what neither a man's burning wish nor his determined resolution may attain to, may be granted unto him in the sorrowing of repentance: to will only one thing."

thank you, Jesus....for brilliant men who walked this earth so many years before, but in speaking in such vulnerability & passion....are able to speak to the raging fears inside of me.

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Friday, July 24, 2009

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

summer vaca.

this is my first summer as a "real" adult. oof.

last thursday was a productive but looong day at work. what made it so long was the strong sun that shone through the tree outside of my window...all day...beseeching me to play so relentlessly. but when i jumped in my car sooo eager to get home & finally accept my dear sun's invitation....i had a yellow "no gas" light staring me in the face. no fun. so i begrudgingly stopped at the gas station close to work and i even more begrudgingly asked the man at the window to put my $20 on tank 7. that's when i saw it. the ice cream cooler. before i knew it my hand reached into that beautifully frigid treasure box and pulled out...a. push. up. pop. this is when it happened. my summer revival. i quite gladly waited for the pump to kindly feed my car with gas while i happily licked away at my push-up pop. then i drove away so thankful for the animal collective that blared & even my sticky orange fingers.

so i decided that although summer vaca as i have known it for 13+ years is dead & will always be raging deep within me. words are not enough must take action.

on monday night i was strolling through rite-aid with a dear friend and spotted this...a big mama box of this....

our work freezer is now stashed with otter pops...which equally delight me. everyday on the way home from work now....i grab an otter pop, get in my car, blare the summer anthem of the day and let summer vaca come alive again.

as i've said before...growing up is overrated. but for now it can't be avoided so an otter pop & summer tunes will do.

Friday, July 17, 2009

post-it love.

lately, a lot of creative short films revolving around creative post-it-ing have been popping up. here's a recent fav...

Thursday, July 16, 2009

a little morsel of chicago.

my dear rebes sent me this (i edited a tid bit) to hold me over until i get my hands on those chicago only get a little glimpse of her profile and she's still breathtaking. geesh. that's my rebes.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

i am the proud owner...

of a brand new baby holga.

i love this quote by dorothea lange: "While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see."

i took her with me to chicago but the camera shop i go to opens and closes during my work day so i haven't been able to develop my film yet. oof. by friiiiday i'll have little morsels of my trip to the chi. i had forgotten this feeling...the anticipation of discovering what lays on those scraps of film...discovering what that moment looked like through the lens...the thrill of opening up the envelope and getting your eager fingerprints all over the glossy images. yee hee hee. can't wait.

Monday, July 13, 2009

uniform project.

hooray for cute indian girls & their kind hearts...

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Friday, July 3, 2009

oh, chicago.


you & i used to be at odds. i resented you for stealing her...the girl my heart swells up in thankfulness for. i thought you took her from me. but i watched her & what she became in your care. i watched how she grew & how she began to discover her own beauty...the beauty she was created for. & i grew thankful to you. i grew thankful that you guarded her but freed her at the same time to help her discover that her beauty was inspired by Love.
so thank you, dear chicago.

i can't wait to roam your streets with her. i can't wait to see how you captured her heart. i'm coming to you with my eyes, ears & heart flung open to discover your adventure. my skin tickles with the anticipation of what your grass will feel like as i lay on it, listening to her voice trace the many stories of you & her. i'll listen with gratefulness and take careful note, eager to share them when i return to my own love, diego.

i'm coming for you, chicago. meet soon.