Today, I tried to make the most of daylight. I read one hundred eighty two pages of Byatt's Elementals outdoors. I prefer reading by sunlight. Artificial lighting distracts me. I find reading lamps too glaring. They take away most of the pleasure of drinking in the words off a page.
Mental note to purchase a low stool. I had to make do with a make-shift one, a tin shoe box whose cover sunk where my weight rested.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
They filmed Gatsby!
And how deelish is this? Baz Luhrmann, you're so tops!
They seem perfect for their roles. Can't wait to see Leo being Jay! In 3D!
My spine is positively tingling from the anticipation. Though the wait will have to last 'til its projected release date, which is December, 2012, pffft.
Oh, oh, oh!
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Tobey Maguire as Nick Carraway, Leonardo Dicaprio as Jay Gatsby, Carey Mulligan as Daisy Buchanan |
They seem perfect for their roles. Can't wait to see Leo being Jay! In 3D!
My spine is positively tingling from the anticipation. Though the wait will have to last 'til its projected release date, which is December, 2012, pffft.
Oh, oh, oh!
from Flavorwire
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
"The nuns taught us there were two ways through life - the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you'll follow."
Terrence Malick, 2011 |
The nuns taught us that no one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end."
Roger Ebert reviews.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Found
I’m always breaking
something, a hand-thrown
mug, a path, a promise.
This life requires a map
I can’t find, a gentleness
I can’t feel, a surety I know
only in these edges that keep me
from stepping on a mess
of my own making.
- Karen Schubert, "Breaking"
from Jonathan Carroll
something, a hand-thrown
mug, a path, a promise.
This life requires a map
I can’t find, a gentleness
I can’t feel, a surety I know
only in these edges that keep me
from stepping on a mess
of my own making.
- Karen Schubert, "Breaking"
from Jonathan Carroll
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sunday
Listening to my girls Laura Nyro and Joni Mitchell, with some sprinkling of Diane Birch and Carly Simon, dreaming of green hilltops and meadows full of flowers, of a wreath of blooms for my head and sunshine bouncing off glasses of sparkling wine...
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