Saturday, September 12, 2009

(500) Days of Summer

is a downer. Don't see it unless you want to feel emotions.

Thursday, September 10, 2009




Today I sensed Forever. He is not, as feared, a jump into a black and endless pit; but rather he is reaching, reaching reaching, getting past your own fingertips, into blue steel grey.

I haven't known a place to have such a clear demarcation between cloudy and not cloudy; here, today, it is monster and not monster, the difference.


A little after crossing from Louisiana into Texas, I noticed it was there--the sky again a tangible entity above me. You know in elementary school PE, the day you play with a parachute? You get a chance to run underneath the billowing cloth while your classmates hold it up. And then above you something is breathing and the space is aglow with the red, turquoise light filtering through. You want that moment t
o last forever, before the fabric deflates around you, slowly and then faster and closer.
Driving into Texas, I didn't notice the parachute surging up, but suddenly I am under its blue blue blue. I cannot shake the sensation that it will collapse around me.

Today, the blue made way for grey. It is the shade of grey you feel when you hold thumb to thumb, finger to finger, pushing them together up and down. And it's as if you're rubbing your fingers against a sheet of metal when you do it long enough. It is Forever.






Sunday, September 6, 2009

New Style Icon--Bloggling Superficiality

I went shopping today and happily I am past looking at only "teacher clothes." I'm secure enough about work/kids to go to school not necessarily dressed "like a teacher"; I want lightweight florals to take the role of pencil skirts in my current day-to-day wear. Part of this is because I will soon be moving away from the warmth of Texas and love the idea of having an expansive stockpile of summer dresses to adapt to the winter weather with leggings and boots and scarves and jackets. (Almost bought a faux-leather jacket today, by the way.)

As I looked past teaching clothes and towards winter clothes, I saw a little further towards the possibility of journalist clothes. The Rolodex of TV Journalists flipped through my head and I was disappointed at the prospect of matching pencil skirts and suit jackets with old lady necklaces.

However, the image of a prominent journalist from my
childhood suddenly appeared in my head, and I had my new style icon: April O'Neil from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Basically, I need a belted yellow jumpsuit and a pair of white leather boots as soon as I get out of graduate school and into the work force.
In all seriousness, a yellow windbreaker with the sleeves rolled up and some skinny jeans would be a hell of look for me. ASAP, at that.

Oh, and I need the white boots for sure.