day three hundred sixty-two.

sunday travel scenes

 (light rail)

(shades)

(you are here)

(hail decatur, rest stops)

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 fifty-nine(-ish).

an early birthday night out at the rather grand powell hall.

 

chaplin was a dream.

day three hundred fifty-eight(-ish).

 early morning frostiness on the car

colored windows at the stl amtrak station

i finished reading the graphic memoir stitches, by david small, while i was on the train.
the 300 some pages left me wanting more, but in the good way.

my seatmate was a girl about my age.
she read decision points.
to each her own.

day three hundred fifty(-ish).

let's pretend it's tuesday:

friend katie took me to the st. louis galleria, for sparkly fun librarian times.
santa was there and i think he had a cold.

then we ate thai lunch:

and hung out with a trolley car:

 then it felt a little like (luda)christmas:

day three hundred forty-nine.

the last assignment for the semester has been turned in, the december bills paid, the train ticket home purchased.
i feel good today, like the year is ending with some light.

day three hundred forty-eight(-ish).

sunday at soulard market

a lot of the stands were closed, but there was plenty of good produce for jj

and shiny candy!

day three hundred thirty-seven.

 you guys, the sidewalk knows me

i was out of town for a bit and now i'm not. i took the greyhound for the first time and it had leather seats (pictured above) and warmth and wi-fi.  two men were forcibly removed at two different stops by police. one was wearing a black furry coat (the man, not the policeperson). i fell asleep listening to the magnetic fields.

oh and decatur has a mcdonald's, of this i am now sure.

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 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 thirty-four(-ish).

 saturday spicy thai.

the governor of missouri.

hipster xmas.

i would like to bid on one space, please.