despite its torrential windstorminess, i loved today. went on a field trip to our favorite birdplace with clyde’s class. i will never tire of watching birds or watching my son raise his hand with eager answers. even if he holds his hand up for questions that haven’t even been asked yet.
don’t miss the new this joy+ride, issue #52, with lovely film from abby powell thompson.
library + bird + office chair.
i wonder if there’s a poem in there.
somewhere.
flu fog has lifted. finally. and i am now forced to face the part of myself that scares me most. the part that is perfectly content watching day after day of good and bad tv. two full days of flu equated to liz lemon, kardashians + jersey shorians + housewives, carrie-miranda-charlotte-samantha, a celebrity rehab reunion (oh, dr. drew, i am worried about some of them…), plus joan + melissa rivers, and some 20 women who kill. it also meant the kids are alright, cat on a hot tin roof, and more in treatment.
there is no way i could have held up a book or even a magazine, but somehow i managed the clicker. click click click. there was no one here to save me from myself (thank god.).
list inspired by keri smith.
Today I just want to be able to take my husband’s advice for once — to keep my head down and carry on — and for that to be enough.
I want to stand in nature. For hours and hours. Maybe days.
I want to make art without fear.
I want to stop feeling lost and start seeing what is found. Right here in today.
(straight stole this one from keri): I want to forget about all those things that “need doing” for a time, and “put my ear down next to my soul” and listen to what it really wants.
I want to celebrate imperfection rather than strive for perfection.
Today I want to tap into what’s real. Like realer than real. For real.
what do you want today?
feeling quiet this week, undoubtedly a response to a more-lively-and-public-than-feels-natural work life. i can do both pretty well; however, it starts to make me feel like a split personality, which can lead both personalities into their polar opposite corners, i guess.
not taking as many photos as i’d like but still enjoying the instax mini from time to time. maybe i’m slow, but i’m just now realizing how much instant photos depend on good light. good, bright light. without it, might as well skip the shot. am i right?
been doing a little tv escapism. i’ll try not to be ashamed of my choices as i share them with you.
on a less shame-inducing note, still working my way through season one of in treatment and started jean-michel basquiat: the radiant child last night but fell asleep (not because it wasn’t good). anyone seen it? makes me sort of long for what seemed like much simpler artistic times of 1970s nyc. technology fears sort of stop me up creatively. what about you?
anyone watching portlandia? heard it’s good.
oh an reading, you ask? oh, i don’t read offline anymore. are you kidding? ha!
did recently enjoy reading online:
today is pretty 