Wednesday, April 27, 2011

you know...

peeps...they always look like a good idea. And then I eat one. And I am instantly reminded of how it's like eating a spoon full of sugar, the gritty texture and all. I hate peeps. But they are so cute. And I always want to eat one. Somehow I always forget that I really do hate them. Happens once a year. Happy Easter.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Crazy Love

"Have you ever wondered if we're missing it? It's crazy if you think about it. The God of the universe - the creator of nitrogen and pine needles, galaxies and e-minor - loves us with a radical, unconditional, self-sacrificing love. And what is our typical response?
We go to church,
sing some songs,
and try not to cuss.
Whether you verbalize it yet or not...we all know something's wrong."

Francis Chan

Sunday, April 24, 2011


You know that quote that says something about when you look back on your life you wont regret the things you did, but the things you did not do? Whoever first said that isn't coming to my mind at the moment, but I really do believe it. I don't think I will every regret having an out going moment, but I will regret moments where I did not act and I did not take advantage of the night. You get to experience things that you normally wouldn't and you get to be in fellowship with people who you otherwise wouldn't get the chance to. Taking leaps feels wonderful. Really, simply, wonderful.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Nevertheless, I am continually with You; You hold my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel, and afterward You will receive me to glory.
Whom have I in Heaven but You?
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion

Psalm 73:23-26
Sometimes I wish there were more consequences to peoples' actions.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Don't call this an art project. This is science, this is progress.
And don't pretend these are heartfelt words, we are children dressed as surgeons but disturbed by the sight of our scars.
And now we carry scalpels to trace the scarring resting somewhere on the line between my house, your heart and into your home.
Where you lay sleeping like a ceiling fan in winter, gently turning as the wind reaches its fingers through the window
just to hold you, like I held you.
Pressed like a rose between my fingers or like stones I keep in pockets meant to weigh me underwater. These scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear.
We'll raise our fists like lightning rods to God and if he strikes us down,
then he strikes us down.
but first, let him hear us speak:
We are like the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways,
"we will never be the same again."
I can feel you healing and I hate it,
(like a harpist without hands you only bang the strings you used to love to touch so much)
To hear the dissonance drain violently and then dissolve like all the songs I sang but never once could make you smile.
My God, I would kill to make you smile. And reach out to my hands, soft and frail,
to make good on the love that you swear still exists, and still thrives
though we've buried our bodies in blood (and old lies, like, "I'm fine" and "you look so much better than him"
but don't trust the surgeon with your heart, she's drunk and sips from poison cups,
and don't you trust the scientist,
he says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he spills his drink like secrets all across your dress and says:
"my dear, I must confess, I never thought you ever knew what love was like for real.
I never thought you needed me."

-La Dispute

Friday, April 15, 2011

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Monday, April 11, 2011

We're in the capital of the confederacy, folks

O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack. all day

Sunday, April 10, 2011


Woops...forgot my "congrats vcu rams" blog post

Trinity College Dublin

So um...why can't university libraries in the States look like this? Hmm?
Good exchange programs are a priority for me right now concerning school. *sigh*

The Science of Sleep

This is one of the most creative films I've ever seen, collaborative of French and English. I saw it a few years ago and it's on tv right now so I'm spending my Sunday afternoon diving into the world of Stéphane's mind all over again.
Stéphane et Stéphanie. "When you're seventy, will you marry me? You'd have nothing to lose."

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Sunday, April 3, 2011

from the most *::magical::* place in Alabama

 this mug.
just woken up = eyes glazed over.

oh herrow