Reading and Writing

Totoro Tuesday

What's so cool about this bed? Well first, let me fill you in on it's details.
Thom Buchanan of The Pictorial Arts posted this photo of a bed with four life-size bronze figures, made for Nawab Muhammad Bahawal Khan Abbasi V of Bahawalpur in 1883.This is what he has to say about it.
"The four figures at the corners represent women of France, Spain, Italy and Greece. With clever mechanisms, the statues were able to wink and wave fans and fly whisks... [T]he bed was fitted with a music box that played a thirty minute interlude from Gounod's Faust, activated by a button."
Ok so besides this being a total love machine, take a closer look at the women. This is proof of how, well, fucked up our society's image of beauty is. The women carved on this bed have meat, have curves, have boobs that aren't perfectly round and sitting up high. This is the natural women. This was the fantasy of men, this was the erotic idea, these women were supposed to be luxurious. But today, what do we fantasize about?

....yea. The world is full of pigs. Be natural.

On a side note, I'm the happiest I have been in a long time. Tomorrow will be a life changing day. I've been meaning to collect my thoughts about Spencer, but frankly, my thoughts are no where near collected. But I can tell that life is going up, completely up.

Much love to summer 2010.

Sometimes.

Sometimes life calls for silent drives, lots of hugs, and surrounding yourself with your best friends and realizing how fragile life is.

Neva gunna

Oregon University Acapella Group "Rick Roll's" an NYC subway. Probably my favorite part of this video is trying to figure out if they are deliberately trying to look nonchalant or if random people on the subway are joining in as well.

Ah yup.

The new definition of a "hipster"

Firmly Implanted

Rooted. Sensation. Happiness. Wholeness. Thankful. Blessed. Lucky. Opportunities. Discovery. The way my feet feel on carpet. The way my feet feel in your bed. Rooted. Finally. Wandering not for the sake of being lost, but for the sake of discovery. Carpet. Wood. Cold metal bar. Warm wood floor. Lines. Age spots. Mother's hands. Safety. Wise. All-knowing yet so eager to learn. Teaching for the sake of sharing love. Wholeness. Laughter. Non-awkward silences. Long-distance relationships. Tracing. Non-accepting floor. Absorption. The ability to walk on chairs. You make my insides feel the sunshine. Time is lost. Never before have I felt like the time was flying by and it was still well spent. Organizing myself. Exploring myself. Feeling ok with myself. Feeling ok to be myself. Touch. Touch. Touch. Pattern. Patternless. Excitement. Conflict. How my mind tells my body what to do. Voices of limbs. Jealousy between body parts. No one should be that excited unless they see cupcakes. Dad. Father. My father is in a wheelchair. He needs walked. Don't they know the beauty of weight, the beauty of feet on a surface? Your feet support you. Cold feet. I don't think about marriage with you. Because I'm not scared of the future. You make my soul feel safe. Secure in whatever will be. Secure in your arms. Secure in your six-foot-four-ness. Basketball Jones. Space Jam poster. Pure complexity of feelings. Funny faces, faces facing the sun, with you. Point on Park Avenue. Skipping class. Your presence affects me. Your touch affects me. Anxiety. Nervous to be around new people. Nervous to touch those who look judgmental. Happiness runs in a circular motion. I continue to be upset with you. Infinite possibilities. Runs runs. Sunshine soaking up my heart. Clouds don't bring me down. Do you believe you belong in the clouds? That you are so much better than us? Hurt. I know it hurts. Risk of rebound. Trusting your goodness. Wholesome. Totally complete yet non-consuming. Supportive. In love with my smile. In love with your nuzzle. Very cool. You sweat when you sleep. Is that your sweat or mine? HA! You snore. But the sleep I use because of it, I don't consider lost, but spent accepting an adorable, uncontrollable bodily function. Writing about moving. Writing about my soul healing, painting a new life. Always being watched. Mommy!!!! Kitty!!! My cat has hyperthyroidism. She will live to be 40. Two week depression. Basically my sister. Best friend. Puffy face. Tattooed beauty. I don't think you're a whore. I love you. I love life!