thankfully, i knew it then

postsecret.

i think i just fell in love

my mancrush has done it again.

"something russian"

Emily: did you rub buddha's belly this morning?

me: i rubbed attipuss's belly. he's quite like a wise, old buddha. a hairy one.

11:40 AM

Emily: aww da baby attipuss- cutie patootie

11:41 AM me: don't front

i am now aware that u hate cats

so don't even pretend to care about him or his overwhelming beauty

Emily: oh totally not
he's still cute
no i don't like cats but some are cute

me: he's GORGEOUS

he's one of the most beautiful cats ever, and EVERYONE tells me that

SAY IT.

Emily: umm i take it back
i've never noticed his supposed overwhelming beauty

11:42 AM me: u HAVEN"T?

Emily: nope

me: omg

i will cut you.

Emily: i will do the same back to you

i will do something russian to you

hahaaa. this chick cracks me UP!

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my morning smile

a boyfriend would be cool right about now.

hahaaa. silly girl. but yeah, i hear 'ya...

sweaty before 8 am

i've said it before, and i'll say it again

i. hate. summer.

okay, maybe i should be more specific: i hate summer weather in the lower northeast.

this level of humidity is unhealthy, unnerving, and - worst of all - unfreshening. a perfectly pressed shirt turns to wrinkles in 60 seconds flat. finely detailed hairstyles fall like melting snow cones onto a boardwalk. a freshly showered back is soon dewy - NAY, worse than dewy: outright wet.

mornings like these i can't talk to anyone in the office for about a half hour after arrival, for fear of snapping.

but i'm glad i have you to talk to.

malraux says...

The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.

thanks, far-left liberal celebs!!

A Gaythering Storm from Jane Lynch

"...I also have an issue with their hot lunch program."

dylan says...

Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.

my afternoon smile

after a frustrating day waiting for, then reading, then heatedly arguing about the California Supreme Court's ruling on Proposition 8, i had to smile at this:

"Luckily, each of us had just gotten a new pantsuit."

isn't that just the lesbianist thing you've ever read? such cute words, spoken by the first Californiesbian to get married.

she doesn't seem to be very phased by today's decision, so 'ya know what? i'm not going to be, either.

entire cute article here.


UPDATE: if you want to maybe cry a little (happy tears), or just have some extra time on your hands, read THIS LA Times story about that first couple ever married, and their 50-year love affair.

old man baby wisdom

For what it's worth: it's never too late... to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit. Stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.

We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of.

If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

(benjamin button)

visually enjoyable

but i still wasn't impressed with Wolverine.

and you'll make me smile

love this video.

an aspiritual journey?

when our parents were young and Eastern religions were all the rage among America's hippies, Herman Hesse's novel Siddhartha rocked popular culture. ask them; they'll tell you.

i saw it as i wandered around one of my favorite little book stores, and before i knew it i was at home reading it.

i'd like to share with you a few portions of it. it isn't a page-turner, nor would i count it among my favorites, but i found it valuable. and quite personal.

it's the story of a young man destined for a devout life who decides he must give it all up, wander alone through the world, and experience real life in order to find his way to "god," as i would call it.

Govinda said, "...I believe you and know that you never followed a teacher. But have you not yourself found, if not a doctrine, then at least certain thoughts, certain insights that belong to you and help you to live? If you were able to tell me something of them, you would fill my heart with joy."

Said Siddhartha, "I have had thoughts, yes, and insights, now and again. Sometimes for an hour or a day, I have felt knowledge within me, just as one feels life within one's own heart. There were several thoughts, but it would be difficult for me to hand them on to you. You see, Govinda, here is one of the thoughts I have found: Wisdom cannot be passed on. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to pass on always sounds like foolishness...

Listen, my dear friend, listen well! The sinner who I am and who you are is a sinner, but one day he will again be Brahman, he will one day reach Nirvana, will be a Buddha -- and now behold: This one day is an illusion, it is only an allegory! This sinner is not on his way to the state of Buddhahood, he is not caught up in a process of developing, although our thought cannot imagine things in any other way.

No, in this sinner the future Buddha already exists -- now, today -- all his future is already there... The world, friend Govinda, is not imperfect, nor is it in the middle of a long path to perfection. No, it is perfect in every moment; every sin already carries forgiveness within it, all little children already carry their aged forms within them, all infants death, all dying men eternal life...

Therefore everything that is appears good to me. Death appears to me like life, sin like holiness, cleverness like folly; everything must be just as it is, everything requires only my assent, only my willingness, my loving approval, and for me it is good and can never harm me.

I experienced by observing my own body and my own soul that I sorely needed sin, sorely needed concupiscence, needed greed, vanity, and the most shameful despair to learn to stop resisting, learn to love the world and stop comparing it to some world I only wished for and imagined, some sort of perfection I myself had dreamed up, but instead to let it be as it was and to love it and be happy to belong to it."

Siddhartha didn't find god through listening to the teachings of others, through meditation or fasting or "scripture." he found it through living, wandering, eating, drinking, making love, failing, feeling pain... in other words, through living his own life, and living hard.

i'm just sayin'.

childlike wonder

i'm not at all knowledgeable about architecture, but this article about Tiny Houses fascinated me nonetheless.


i think my interest has something to do with my childhood dream of living in a tree house like the Swiss Family Robinson...


speaking of which, i think i need to plan a vacay in Kentucky just to stay in this dreamy treehouse hotel. it would also be a good time to finally visit Dollywood, eh E?