a·nan·da
[ah-nuh
n-duh]
n-duh] –noun Hinduism .
perfect bliss.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Looking like an Artist?
I think this is most possibly my new favorite old lady outfit ever. Aw yeah.
(And apparently I look like an artist, as a classmate told me. '_' Whatever that means, I'll take it as a compliment. An old lady artist, maybe? Mmm.)
And why yes, I do hold my umbrella that awkwardly in a complete vertical position sometimes.
monster
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
| — | Friedrich Nietzsche |
Fail Day
Was going to meet up with a friend to hang out. We failed in multiple ways.
One, it rained.
Two, the new plaza we visited did not nearly have enough stores open.
Three, I ended getting Tea Station confused with TeaZone (because all the goddamn drink places sound the same anyhow. >:| ) and drove there instead.
Four, we ended up at neither TeaStation or TeaZone but Tapioca Express.
Five, we went with the intention of ordering hot drinks because it was damn cold.
Six, we both failed in acquiring hot drinks. And the seats we plastic and faintly reminiscent of spoons, hence the illustration. Buh.
It was enjoyable all the same. Even though we mightily fail.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Aubade
aubade n. [OH-bahd]
- a song or poem greeting the dawn
- a poem or song of or about lovers separating at dawn
- a morning love song
- musical announcement of the dawn
Etymology:
French, from Old French albade, from Old Provençal albada, from alba, dawn, aubade, from Latin, feminine of albus, white; see albho- in Indo-European roots.
Usage:
Isn't this example of an aubade by Kenneth Patchen beautiful?
“As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other”
As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies
O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one
Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers
My hands are hallowed where they touched over your
soft curving.
It is good to be weary from that brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me
A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . .
Don’t let anyone in to wake us.
- a song or poem greeting the dawn
- a poem or song of or about lovers separating at dawn
- a morning love song
- musical announcement of the dawn
Etymology:
French, from Old French albade, from Old Provençal albada, from alba, dawn, aubade, from Latin, feminine of albus, white; see albho- in Indo-European roots.
Usage:
Isn't this example of an aubade by Kenneth Patchen beautiful?
“As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other”
As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies
O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one
Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers
My hands are hallowed where they touched over your
soft curving.
It is good to be weary from that brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me
A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . .
Don’t let anyone in to wake us.
Friday, March 18, 2011
02.24.11
My stuff just keeps getting simpler, lazy gradient ftw. Bright red sweater and vtg leather pants. My professor took one look at me and said, "Jim Morrison pants."
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