hemingway says

I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?

i hear that.

fully integrated

for the first time this morning, thanks to my new CNN application, i read the news and took the daily opinion poll (one of my favorite things!) as i walked to work to work, rather than at my desk. how efficient!

then i arrived at my building, looked up for what seemed like the first time today, and felt guilty for what i'm at risk of becoming.

skip to 1:00.

secrets, secrets

a special edition today.

new favorites

i think these two might be one of the most attractive celebrity couples on the market today.

he's not conventionally handsome, but he's definitely hot when he tries and hilarious all the time. she's flawless and even quite funny.

that's all.

rule for life #948

don't believe a promise that can only be broken.

random rant

it amazes me that, in the 6th largest city in the US, with at least a couple million people roaming the streets every day, i see the same people all the time.

i don't just mean the people i share the elevator with, or the morning regulars at starbucks. or even the girl i see every morning on spruce street as we head our opposite directions for work. it's perfectly normal to see those types of people regularly.


but other times it's a bit eerie. seeing a guy at a mexican restaurant one night, and then again the next morning, on the other side of town. noticing a runner on the river path on tuesday and remembering her face at a restaurant a few nights later.

i often find myself saying to my friends, when we're out and about, "ohh that's the guy we saw at ___" or "weird, that's the same girl who was at ___."

it's not just me. my friend Emily has seen the same Greenpeace street moocher (no offense. i know they're doing good work, but stop asking me for money, especially when i'm listening to my iPod. god...) multiple times, in totally different locations, in the past few weeks. often enough that it's getting weird. she sees him so often, she's developed a crush.

my primary complaint is that this sort of thing never happens when you need it to happen.

the cutie who flirted with me at the grocery store a few weeks ago: WHERE IS HE NOW?!? because you know i've been trying that whole same-time-same-place trick, and he hasn't been there since. don't cute guys shop on a set grocery schedule? i mean, i didn't, but i do now.

and that adorable guy on my block, the one who did the half-turn-around smile. i ran into him two times in one weekend, and not once since then. DID HE MOVE?? who moves in April?

i realize these are the types of situations that Missed Connections are made for. i'm just not ready to resort to that yet, 'ya know?

i would just like it if something a little more romantic, more coincidental (or so it would appear, such as in the grocery stalking scenario) panned out every now and again. i want to run into the people i want to run into, not all those other bitches.

and that's what really grinds my gears.

give a single man a chance!

descartes says...

If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.

amen.

now will somebody try to explain this to the religious right? thanks.

my morning smile

haa.

tsfunny.

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

***

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

a little Pablo Neruda to get your mind working, hopefully your heart as well.

on this rainy day, i could think of nothing more important to share with you than something beautiful and rich and full.

i hope you, too, found it to be so.

under the radar

We just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can't live someone else's or think it's more important just because it's more dramatic.

What happens matters. Maybe only to us, but it matters.

who knew? this box office flop is one of the cutest - and most underrated - movies i have seen in quite a while.

greg kinnear is cute, as always.
tea leoni is lovely, as always.
kristen wiig is hilarious, as always.


you can catch it on DVD.

a frou-frou kinda night

not in the lavish way

So how do i do normal?
The smile i fake, the permanent wave of
Cue cards and fix-it kits
Can't you tell?
i'm not myself

I'm a slow-motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything
But i do
And it all comes back to you

dear me

How filled with true feeling, fury, despair, joy, anxiety, shame, pride and above all, supremely above all, how overpowered it was by love. My eyes fill with tears just to think of you. Of me. Tears splash on to my keyboard now.

I am perhaps happier now than I have ever been and yet I cannot but recognise that I would trade all that I am to be you, the eternally unhappy, nervous, wild, wondering and despairing 16-year-old Stephen: angry, angst-ridden and awkward but alive.

Because you know how to feel, and knowing how to feel is more important than how you feel. Deadness of soul is the only unpardonable crime, and if there is one thing happiness can do it is mask deadness of soul.

actor Stephen Fry writes a letter to his teenage self. it's worth reading, trust me.

in fact, i wish i had read this ten years ago.

hmm...

i might have to watch Star Trek for the first time in my life.

roger that.

It smells like vodka in here... Oh wait, that's just the air through my nose.

american dad is my fave.