day three hundred sixty-one.

i spent my new year's eve with a grape juice toast, fresh bread, and the sounds of fireworks.
(gunshots?)
happy 1/1/11, ya'll.

day three hundred thirty-six.

 (traffic boxes)

 (hygienic dinosaurs)

i stopped in this swanky grocery store where milk is $4 and there was half an aisle dedicated to the sale of charming soda bottles:

  

it reminded me of how i want to go here/develop diabetes:

 

justice is sweet. 

day three hundred sixteen.

we started our new cataloging project yesterday at work.
more children's books, this time a collection of donations from peoria.

i'm really glad we were all able to stay on at the library. it makes sense for the department too, since we are already trained to deal with this material.

(and we get to do call numbers this time)

(librarian high five)

one of co-worker laura's inaugural books was this:

which she noticed immediately upon looking at the first few pages was the same book from this song:

 

i was, of course, then moved to listen to the entire fevers and mirrors album while i worked because i am angsty and seventeen and it was cloudy outside and i had a scarf on.

one of my first books was, naturally, nightmare inducing.
but more on that tomorrow.

two hundred ninety-six.

what was it cummings wrote?

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my dinosaur bag)

yes, that sounds just right.

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-two.

the suburbs:

 ghost fish

ghost art

it became dark so very early tonight.

the weather is mild, but the trees still know to change.

day one hundred eighty-nine.

part two
science, housewives, and gift shops

the remainder of our american history experience on saturday
(brian boitano's figure skates not pictured)
(not because i didn't take a picture)
(because i did)

a scientist escapee from the air & space museum, probably


utopiaaaa

brunette betty draper

(i'm watching a mad men marathon right now. its a "best of season 2"- does that mean the entire season?)

(also there is a very dramatically cut commercial for at&t u-verse customers who might lost AMC before the mad men season premiere. reactions to kennedy's death and dramatic face rubbing. amazing)
(end television tangent)

i want this living room.

OH DEAR

careful, ladies

for keith

images of classic dresses...on this

fashion: N/A

bo would not fit in a purse

"oh, my hair looks okay."
also, it stopped raining

we ended with a pizza dinner at ella's in chinatown
soy cheese & spinach + sangria, and a birthday cupcake for beth from red velvet

also: i finally got my badge today for work. i think security is going to miss seeing me get signed in every morning.

day seventy-seven.

spring break: part four.

the building i'm interning in was designed by daniel burnham. architecture bonus!

i ate lunch outside.

there are people in there cleaning/fixin' the spitting face fountain.

adams street lamp post.