November 17 2008
November 15 2008
![[Rainy Saturday evening in Central Park]
Laundry. Brunch. Shopping. Exploring. Today was quite productive thanks to 12 hours of sleep last night — which is about the total number of hours I got this past week.](http://media.tumblr.com/7Iesrv4lHgce3c7aZH5XP0fpo1_r2_500.jpg)
[Rainy Saturday evening in Central Park]
Laundry. Brunch. Shopping. Exploring. Today was quite productive thanks to 12 hours of sleep last night — which is about the total number of hours I got this past week.
November 14 2008
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
“Carry Me Ohio” by Sun Kil Moon (my new playlist obsession)
—Beyoncé in this week’s PeopleI really don’t believe that you will love the same thing when you’re 20 as you do at 30. …Before the age of 25, I would never get married. I feel like you have to get to know yourself, know what you want, spend some time by yourself, and be proud of who you are before you can share that with someone else.
November 13 2008
—Simon HoggartLiving in New York is like being at some terrible late-night party. You’re tired, you’ve had a headache since you arrived, but you can’t leave because then you’d miss the party.
November 12 2008
(So Michael put on my peacoat…)
Me: Wow, you look really gay.
Michael: Hey, at least I’m not sending mixed signals.
Me: Wow, you look really gay.
Michael: Hey, at least I’m not sending mixed signals.
November 11 2008
My grandmother, Laverne, in 1959.
Today would have been her 78th birthday.
(Talk. about. damn. good. genes.)
November 10 2008
Me: I can’t believe y’all were at my dad’s party, SO random!
Daniel: your dad and i run in the same circles
Me: hahaha
Daniel: his house is awesome
Me: I know, right?
Daniel: AND i got to see a naked painting of patty
Me: lol, and how did u feel about this?
Daniel: fulfilled
Daniel: your dad and i run in the same circles
Me: hahaha
Daniel: his house is awesome
Me: I know, right?
Daniel: AND i got to see a naked painting of patty
Me: lol, and how did u feel about this?
Daniel: fulfilled
November 09 2008
November 06 2008
November 05 2008
WE ALL RISE.
PLEASE watch MAYA ANGELOU speak about OBAMA’S VICTORY. I promise it will put a sappy, lasting smile on your face. [Video HERE.]
“Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou, 1978.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
—Michael Eric Dyson, Los Angeles TimesObama, something of a re-founding father, now joins the pantheon of white men who have cast a bright light or negative shadow over the nation’s political landscape. His interpretation of America’s ideals and destiny will enliven the creeds that have shaped the nation’s self-image.
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I'm a complete mess. In a good way.
I'm an aspiring novelist.
I'm in love with New York City.
I live for the stories.
I really should have my own reality show.
Let me live, love...and say it well in good sentences. - Plath