get yourself a sweet madonna.

Paul Newman

(1925-2008)

This may be inappropriate, but he will always be No. 1 on my All-Time Top Five. What a gorgeous, wonderful man.

know me like no other.

wash me & i will be whiter than snow.

Hide your face from my sins
and blot out all my iniquity.

Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.

--- Psalm 51:9-12

good morning!

hello, september.

I am eagerly awaiting the colors of fall.

ennui, boredom; lassitude (fatigue) [See Fatigue]

1.
"I sometimes feel a great ennui, profound emptiness, doubts which sneer in my face in the midst of the most spontaneous satisfactions."

--- Flaubert

2.
"This Ennui, for which we Saxons had no name, this word of France has got a terrific significance. It shortens life, and bereaves the day of its light."

--- Emerson

a thousand made-up loves.

Wolf Parade // This Heart's On Fire


"Sometimes they rock and roll.
Sometimes they stay at home
& it's just fine.

This heart's on fire.
This heart's on fire.
This heart's on fire.
This heart's on fire."

i'm just sitting on the shelf.

She & Him // Why Do You Let Me Stay Here

"Why don't you sit right down and stay awhile?
We like the same things and I like your style."

resolutions.

1. To focus on one thing at a time.

2. To finish what I start.

3. To push myself intellectually.

4. To push myself professionally.

5. To make more time for little, meaningful things.

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"A man shapes his resolutions in youth more by the impression that the outward world makes upon him; whereas, when he is old, it is thought that determines his actions."

--- Schopenhauer

i want something unignorable.

Things I am into this week. . .

1. Pretty stationery.









2. Gerber daisies.








3. Georgetown Cupcakes.








4. Greek food.









5. The Ting Tings.

open your eyes sometime. it's funny how i adore you.

Wheat // Closer to Mercury

Summer love moves fast.
You get a little slower when the fall moves past.
but you'll never find another love like my love.

Winter slows the pace.
Spring brings the summer back to your face,
but you'll never find another love like my love.

her low voice was heard like love.

"A lovely lady, garmented in light
From her own beauty."

--- Shelley, The Witch of Atlas, Stanza V

the sun above your shoulders.

Summer is just slipping by. . .

the prettiest country from georgia to tennessee.

This morning was. . .
+ a cool, post-rain breeze that felt like fall in the South.
+ bright pink nails in my new favorite color.
+ country music on the walk to work.
+ iced green tea & lemon pound cake from Starbucks.

This afternoon will be. . .
+ grocery shopping at Whole Foods.
+ stopping by the stationery store.
+ my first try at homemade sangria.
+ vacuuming the apartment and making the bed in the living room.

This evening will be. . .
+ picking up Stephanie "Merriam" F. at the airport!
+ metro cards, rush hour, and luggage.
+ dinner under the colorful umbrellas at Rio Grande.
+ lots & lots & lots of catching up.

in delay there lies no plenty.

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

--- Carpe Diem, W.S.

you know, this is really a beat generation.

"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

--- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

monday mornings, always hard.

"We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ."
--- 2 Corinthians 10:5

This is becoming harder than I thought. But I am beginning to understand why, and why it's worth it. And that's something, right?

"And this is love: that we walk in obedience to his commands. As you have heard from the beginning, his command is that you walk in love."
--- 2 John 1:6

it's far, beyond the stars. it's near, beyond the moon.

Somewhere beyond the sea,

somewhere waiting for me,
my lover stands on golden sands
& watches the ships that go sailing.

heart of my own heart, whatever befall.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise.
Thou mine inheritance, now & always.

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When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,

what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?

--- Psalm 8:3-4

an introduction, however late.

Most days, I read this blog. And sometimes this one. And occasionally things like this. And they are so beautiful & light that I finally had to mimic.

But I don't have a kitchen to redecorate, I don't have children to dress in smocks from Etsy, and I just can't jet set off to Paris for the inspirational view. So my only option was to mimic in blog form.

Et voila! Here I am.