Chet Baker

"My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?"

He looks like such a great ol' romantic.

2.5 years

The last page of my journal has these three words written on it: the last page. That's it. That's the end to 2.5 years of my thoughts. For some reason, I was unable to write anything else on that page. I felt, by writing a last entry, that I was letting go of those 2.5 years of my life. The last time I wrote in it was July 26th, 2008, and I haven't been able to write anything in it since.

I am so attached to this journal--or "everything book" as I used called it. It's very silly of me, I know. For me, it's a window into who I am as a person, and this is comforting because, I mean, who am I anyway? Does anyone really know they are?

Somehow this little 8x5 in. notebook embodies who I am as a person I think. In it are stuffed pictures I love, letters I cherish, ticket stubs to concerts, funny to-do lists, and word definitions written on notecards. Oh yeah, that's right, and my SOUL.



...Gee whiz, I hope no one ever finds it and reads it until long after I'm dead.

My sister gave it to me, long ago. She said she wasn't ever going to use it, so she tossed it to me while she was cleaning out her clutter one day. At the time, I thought it looked very cliche' since it has this quote by some guy named Neil Martinique on the front about living your dreams and whatnot. After the first fifty times of reading that front cover though, I began to really believe it what it was saying, and it became quite inspiring to me. It really spoke to me when I was down. There sure is some merit to those cliche' sayings.

Since then I've stuck old pictures on it, spilled coffee on it, drawn weird lookin' flowers on it, written lyrics over those pictures, and put random stickers all on this little thing.

I always laugh at those people who have "In case of fire, rescue cat" stickers on their front doors, but I kind of feel the same way about this "everything book" as they do their cat.


-n

And I would like to cry in the car.
The blue violet hills and the voice of Neil Young.
I left the flowers outside your door.
Your curtains were flying,
Though you were not at home.

-The Innocence Mission

Andrew Bird

"Out on the road when your only friend is a traveler's song..."

Be Kind by Devendra Banhart
Traveler's Song by Fruit Bats
Details of the War by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Say Hello by Rosie Thomas
Father and Son by Cat Stevens
Hollow and Bold by Marla Hansen
Tables and Chairs by Andrew Bird
(Antichrist Television Blues) by The Arcade Fire
Flim by The Bad Plus
Let's Go Bowling by Camera Obscura
The Crane Wife 3 by The Decemberists
The Lakes of Canada by The Innocence Mission
Resurrection Fern by Iron and Wine
Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell

I made this mix during a competition my friend Catie Ramage and I got into. We still haven't decided who has won yet.

On another note...

I love this photograph right there. The combination of that last Joni Mitchell song and looking at it makes me...sad? Maybe. Or happy. Funny how I'm not sure which...

"Tears and fears and feelin' proud,
to say "I love you" right out loud,
dreams and schemes and surface crowds,
I've looked at life that way.
but now old friends are acting strange
they shake their heads, they say I've changed,
well somethin's lost, but somethin's gained
in livin' everyday
I've looked at life from both sides now
from win and lose
and still somehow
it's life's illusions
I recall
I really don't know life...at all." - Joni Mitchell

i like listening to these:

How My Heart Behaves by Feist
Silent Life by Fruit Bats
Track 5 (I forget what it's called--shame on me!) by The Innocence Mission
Broken Chair by Jim Guthrie
Bridges and Balloons (Joanna Newsom cover) by The Decemberists
Grapevine Fires by Death Cab for Cutie
Hey Mama Wolf by Devendra Banhart
Are You Lonely? by Denison Witmer
Seaweed by Fruit Bats
Free Man in Paris by Joni Mitchell
Heartbeats by Jose Gonzalez
Bandits by Midlake (<--this one seems to make it into nearly every one of my mixes)

Sometimes I delight in the way my notes look...

I wrote this during Old Testament class:

Sunshine lay across my paper,
Caress my brow
with your blinding light
lifeless beauty
has not been touched by you

if Death were to have me,
I should close my eyes
my last waking moments
Amidst a wet field
seeping through my stupid clothes

I will join the the Dead,
the dead of the trees
and slowly sink
Gladness will fill my body
from my lips to my fingertips

Appreciating the naturality,
the light flickering,
shattering through the leaves,
the Living
in my imaginative--
my native mind.




....oh my, I am so easily distracted. Lyrics run through my brain in multitudes, and i start to actually think. i have to take advantage of those moments though. ha!

hello, first-post-in-months. welcome back to life.

Every Little Thing She Does (is Magic),

she does only to avoid writing the dreaded essays which have been laying at her feet all week.

Indeed it's true. I'm the laziest person ever in the whole world. Maybe that's not actually true, but then again, maybe it is! Either way, this is how I feel.

I have to answer this question in essay form: Another important theme of Black Like Me is that blacks and whites behave differently in one another's company than they do when they are amongst themselves. How does this affect Griffin's experience? What does it say about the level of understanding between the two races?

It's either that question or four others having to do with this book, Black Like Me. It's a pretty incredible book, don't get me wrong, I just don't want to write right now, my friends. Ha! And I want to be an english major--who am I kidding? If I can't handle a 20th Century Lit. class, how am I to withstand college?

Dash it all to pieces!
I'm
going
to bed.

Pray for B.K. Taylor

Just a reminder for myself and my Readers.
Listening to Regina Spector makes me think of Beth.
That is what triggered this post.

Peace 'n Love, B.K.

"They made a statue of us,
and put it on a mountain-top.
Now tourists come and stare at us...
blow bubbles with their gum--
take photographs of fun,
have fun!"