day three hundred thirty-five.

monday afternoon/cafe/winter/wi-fi life.

my archives assignment is slowly working its way out of my brain.

 (veggie wrap with pesto. banana!)

day three hundred fourteen(-ish).

if abe lincoln did softcore porn

day three hundred thirteen.

you guys last night was kind of the best

 a 1989 original

 ready to consume.

abe lincoln approved.

 there is a sale at the: record store.

romance is not dead.
not as long as there are malls.

day three hundred five.

 

 (i want some toast)

greetings from the far west of the eastern time zone (indiana). we had some pretty serious driving getting here last night in the snow, but all is well.

if you see abe lincoln today (in mug form, or whatever), wish him congratulations for being elected president 150 years ago today.

also, many warm thoughts to cousin brian for getting married and allowing me to wear a pretty dress.

day three hundred two.

a mid-week array:

(i see you, abe)

(droppin' hamiltons)

(also, the relative size of swimming shorts)

(de-light-ful)

day two hundred ninety-three.

abe lincoln: rail splitter, fashion forward.

i went through a box of not-so-old things tonight.

then i was thinking about grammar, because that is a thing people do:

In English, the present perfect is a present-tense use of the perfect, which means that it is used to refer to a subject's past actions or states while keeping the subject in a present state of reference or in a present state of mind...In other words, the subject is in a current state (now), and a past action that the subject has done or a past state that the subject has been in, is being referred to from the current state of the subject, which is the present time. This differs from the simple past tense, i.e., "I went to the cinema", which implies only that an action happened, with the action having no relevance at all to the present.

for example:

"i have felt many things."

day two hundred fifty.

sometimes i finish my homework early and want to look at pretty things on etsy i will never actually purchase.

pendants and i, we have this long-standing flirtation, occasionally requited.
if forced to pick one feminine indulgence, this might be my category. and cherry lip balm. but that is also functional.

abe the babe

(click on any caption to view respective stores/shinyness)

(love)

birds like books

the hardest button to button

letter "j" letterpress

spectacle spectacular

telescope;
and you do know how to whistle, right?

today, i must focus.
yes.

day two hundred eight.

last night i went out to dinner with my new band, jenny & the librarians

plate paparazzi

green tapas (lucky clovers with gooseberries)


today i went to the movies and then an early dinner with jessica & her roommate marley

the surratt boarding house is now a chinese restaurant called "wok n' roll"
(the broccoli with garlic sauce was conspiratorially good)

the paper placemats foretold my future

placemats: the new match.com

meet my prospects:

day one hundred ninety.

its tuesday night! which means i am naturally posting about sunday!

WARNING

the following post contains some items of a macabre nature

beth and i traveled out to walter reed hospital to visit the national museum of health and medicine. i've been wanting to go there since i arrived in DC, so i was very excited that it was also at the top of beth's list. it also happened to be beautifully empty of other tourists.

the sign is need of a little preservation itself

immediately when you enter the museum, it is assassination central:

hey beth

squares and a space chimp

thumbs up

this reminded me of harry potter (the bezoar part. not the stomach-shaped hair below)

still is.

salute to facial reconstruction

its pretty amazing actually what they could accomplish even during WWI

okay, so the prosthetic leg on the right was furtively fashioned in 1942 by 2 american inmates in a japanese prisoner of war camp for another POW with an amputated leg, from the remains of a leather belt and metal folding chair, whittled using only a pocketknife. WHAT.

dr. brennan?


visitor comments!
people are impressed/disgusted/shit just got real
(as always, click to embiggen)

we made our own sunday night dinner


burritos, veggies, and a day surrounded by diseased organs and bones
what could be better?