day three hundred thirty.

 morning snow!

 (i like sidewalks)

 (walk slowly)

the birds were up early.

day three hundred seventeen.

cheers, ray bradbury.
you've made the transition to our new project pretty much seamless.

fever dream

c1987

 fancy.

(i cupped my little hands over the pages to test them out)

(it made me want to build a darkness zone under my desk for spooky reading)

 so this book is about a teen boy who gets very ill. 

this is him dead:

he did kind of see it coming though:

 this is his sentient demon virus:

flu zombies are so voyeuristic:

all the cloaks:

 noooooo. dirty hands spread disease:

 the origins of bird flu and/or fire eye syndrome:

now go wash your hands.

day three hundred twelve.

 

 a gift from a bird

by jay williams

 friday night tapas.

there was a little confusion in the bathroom.

the good news is, katie and emma both smelled really good.

day three hundred eight.

birds.

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-five.

i made a recent allowance to read a bit of non-school related material (that is also not on the internet) every day.
books. stories. journal articles.
grad school can rot one's brain, even with all the new knowledge to absorb. or perhaps because of it.
surely there is space for additional, sustaining literature.
surely.

saying work more, earn more, live more, have more fun

saying work more, earn more, live more, have more fun

day two hundred eighty-nine.

movie night at robyn's, complete with hot cider and a kitten.

(our life is not a movie or maybe)

day two hundred seventy-seven(-ish).

saturday = animals. with a side of violence.

circle of life.

(that's enough for tonight)

(more time traveling tomorrow)

and you in your autumn sweater.

 

  frost advisory tonight

so soon, i will see my breath hang in the air

day two hundred seventy-one.

un fine de settimana en ottobre

(indoors)

i had lunch at za's with former roommate beth, who shares an intense love for halloween and garlic bread.
she put me in the october spirit with this:

(goblins are sneaky, dancing creatures) 

(i'm also quite relieved that they clarified who the fashion coordinator was on this video shoot for my future reference)

 at jamie and bethany's apartment. neighbors!

tiny dog i thought was a cat and/or ewok the first time i saw him emerge

then it was time for: librarian dance party!

movement clothes: check

 dance cookies: check.

 too much funk for camera lenses to handle: triple check.

so much work to do now 

hsuyfujshdfsyduifyasudyfpabf

day two hundred fifty-seven.

i am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination. what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.

(oft quoted, oft sought)

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.