For those who don't like Sundays.

this song has never failed to lift my spirits. i keep it in storage to bring out every once in a while to make me smile. now don't you feel better?
pavement-carrot rope.

frenzy.

sometimes we all feel this frenetic.
amazingly enough, this video was made with 1500 inkjet prinouts over the course of 3 days.
(cut off your hands-you and i)

which direction to go.

tell me, are you left-brained or right-brained?

"Destiny may have to teach you to tell the difference between fact and fantasy more clearly."

According to Astro.com, it is in my nature to be "basically motivated by feeling and emotion rather than intellectuality."

last night i dreamt that somebody loved me. the house was large and white, magnolias and weeping branches. and in the warm sunshine and brightness of the kitchen i stood, gazing at your warmth. everything was light and i could see clearly. and i leaned forward and whispered all of those things, that which had filled my heart's vessel, now i was pouring into yours.

My brain functions better when accompanied by musical instruments.

The Silver Seas-"Country Life"

the long drive home.

i clench my fists when i hold the steering wheel. sometimes, on long drives, my knuckles turn white and my hands ache for hours.
mason jennings and i keep missing each other. despite the fact that i have tried to see him numerous times, something has always gotten in the way. tonight i drove to asheville, having known about the show for some time, and shocked to find it sold out. in north carolina! humbled, i drove home, (stopping at target), clenching the wheel, waiting for there to be a next time.

i'm hoping for there to be a next time. i believe in next times.

i wish i was a beautiful latin woman.

federico aubele-postales

Fascism, anyone?

Just one more piece of international politics that this country is ignoring that will certainly blow up in our face. The US believes in democracy...right?

american colonial.

today is a good cold fall day. not that i mean that i enjoy the cold, no sir. but it was the weather that fall should be--crisp and sunny, with touches of color starting to show. i spoke to the owner of one of the new inns in town and she told me they are completely booked through the end of the month for "leaf season." winter is fast approaching and no one is going to deny it. we're craving warm and heavy food, sweaters, and hot beverages. for the first time in a long time, i'm not minding this transition to fall too much. as it is my first here, i'm still very amused by my surroundings, the changes in the flora, and the charming comments left and right, sighing that the cooler weather has finally come. this is my first year, since i was a kid, that i get to spend Halloween in a house, getting to carve and display my pumpkins and shower children with loads of candy. i get to see downtown turn into a winter light show of sorts, the colder it gets, and the closer to the holiday season, the cheerier they seem to become. back to school and the last vacations are over, and people have settled into their places again, looking forward to the end of the year. i went outside with alfred at 6:30 this morning in my regular red checkered flip flops and was stupidly surprised, twitching and dancing to stay warm. alfred was obviously comfortable, because he was in no hurry.
i'm looking forward to minneapolis at the end of November, exploring the new Walker (yes, i haven't been there yet), the bakeries, the record shops, and of course stock up at Penzey's and Aveda. i will further reinforce the american colonial in my head with some good old midwestern charm.
and--maija would be proud--i'm even starting to think about christmas. i know it's going to be a big deal here (i'm sort of looking forward to that) and that decoration and celebration will abound. i have my own gas fireplace in my home (do you believe it?) and will have a tree. i'm looking forward to the whole family visiting and showing them around. for maij, all of the best, most quaint, and historical snippets: Biltmore House, Grove Park Inn, and Carl Sandburg House in full decoration, shopping at Mast General and the farmer's market, and hiking through the mountains among other things.
the cold weather has me musing. there's so much on my mind at the moment. but nothing some hot chocolate and a tofurkey sandwich won't help sort out.

oh yes. OH yes.

NY Times: "After Years of Being Out, the Necktie Is In"

slacker.

haven't been too good at posting all of the blogs going on in my head these days. here are a few visual momentos from nessa's recent trip to visit.

below: mr. snagletooth, in all his glory.
realizing that i probably should have changed the oil 1,000 miles ago. hemp sandwiches anyone?
nessa's pro nature shot.

fear.

look me in the eye

i've held a fascination about Asperger's Syndrome and Autism ever since I read Oliver Sacks' (genius) "Anthropologist on Mars" about academic Temple Grandin, who was one of the first people with the diagnosis to describe her world from the inside including her connections to animals, and struggle with human intimacy. a few years ago, while in social work school, i had an amazing first-hand experience working with 3 and 4 year olds who were on the Pervasive Developmental Disorder spectrum. these children were so lovable, but the world was so vastly different in their eyes.

now comes a new book, which i'm very interested in, but haven't read yet. if anyone has, i'd love to know what you think.

as a side note, this guy is the older brother of augusten burroughs. their little convo about the book is pretty funny.

my apologies for the incoherency of this post.