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"I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow."

This is what is on repeat in my head today.


Song: Elliott Smith, "Waltz #2 (XO)"

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This is why my sleeping pattern is even more screwed up than usual. Late Thanksgiving night, I went out and saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One with my little sister. I am a stinking sucker for the HP movies, so sue me. This one in particular, I am going to have to see in theatres at least one more time. Imax would be awesome. In any case, I am dying inside on the edge of my seat for part two.
PS: I only read the first three books, so don't ruin anything for me!

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Happy Thanksgiving. These were at the family table.

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Can I just point out that it is blizzarding over here?

* snow * snow * snow *

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Florence, why won't you let me embed this? The world needs to see it. It's amazing.

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Howl it from the hills!

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I just went to a poetry reading at the downtown library, hosted by my Lit and Environment professor and his colleagues at Exquisite Disarray Publishing.

The featured poet was Jeremy Halinen, whose book (pictured above) was released today. I had never heard of him before, but - MAN! - his stuff is good. Very bold. Maybe I'll post a poem later, when I have more time. He has a very brave voice and a very interesting view as a gay man who's been through some adversity. He could be right up there with Saul Williams. He's got something special.

I bought the book and got it autographed. Yay! Nothing like some good poetry to get back in the game. I've been pretty downtrodden lately, but this sure helped me out.

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Environmentalism as religion? Perhaps...

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Such a beautiful song.
PS: It actually genuinely freaked me out to see Bowie in jeans and a t-shirt. But there's a moment in here where the air brushes his hair back, and I got a glimpse of Jareth (from Labyrinth). The combination of Bowie (alien! duke! artist! god!) and casual, mundane reality is really striking.

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I saw a pair of rain-boots like these at a little shop in Seattle months ago, and I've been wishing I'd bought them ever since. The other day, wallowing in academic misery, I randomly looked up "horse rain boots" on Amazon. These came up, and I was so happy. I ordered them without even stopping to think about it. While part of me still works to rationalize the purchase, the rest is excited and hoping to find a black rain-slicker to match.

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How to knit like an Icelandic man from Iceland on Vimeo.

"...talk about masculine stuff like crocheting and knitting..." I want this man to be my best friend, officially.

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Comic Sans rant = Hilarious.

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One of the many Ideal Bookshelf paintings by (and for sale at) Jane Mount. So far, this one is my favorite.

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Take THAT, Michael Kors!!!
PS: I actually like it better with the sleeves. Just sayin'.

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The Scarlet Letter @ INTIMAN. I saw it already. Pretty good, I'd say.

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I need a pair of these!!!

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This costs $650? Are you serious? I like it, but not that much.

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Times like this, I wish I had a moustache. Check this stuff out.

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c/o Simone Louenco

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Have you ever dreamed about a website that would allow you to design your own jewelry? Well, look no further! Sheyna is that site. You get to pick your chain, charms, beads, clasps, everything! It adds up your total as you go along designing it. A girl's dream come true.

And if you're not feeling particularly creative, they have a shop full of pieces designed by other uses, such as the lovely "Bubbles in the Wind" necklace above!

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RIMA XI by Becquer

—Yo soy ardiente, yo soy morena,
yo soy el símbolo de la pasión,
de ansia de goces mi alma está llena.
¿A mí me buscas?
—No es a ti, no.

—Mi frente es pálida, mis trenzas de oro:
puedo brindarte dichas sin fin,
yo de ternuras guardo un tesoro.
¿A mí me llamas?
—No, no es a ti.
—Yo soy un sueño, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorpórea, soy intangible:
no puedo amarte.
—¡Oh ven, ven tú!

Translated (by myself):

I am ardent, I am dark-haired,
I am the symbol of passion;
of yearning for pleasures my soul is full;
is it me you seek?
No. Not you.

My forehead is pale; my tresses of gold
I can bestow unto you happiness without end;
I, of tenderness, guard a treasure;
is it me you call out for?
No. Not you.

I am a dream, an impossibility;
vain phantom of cloud and light;
I am incorporeal, I am intangible;
I cannot love you.
Oh, come! You, come!

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(Photo from HERE)

LOST ART > ZEZÃO
Somebody mentioned this in Lit and Environment today (long story). I had to see for myself.