Between this and that movie about babies (you know… “Babies”), I’ve pretty much got all of my interests covered.
2008. 2009. 2010. For the beginnings of three years, I have heard the same words at midnight.
I don’t want it to change.
I used to listen to all of those jingles that Jimmy Fallon did on repeat as if they were actually songs. I think that is enough of an indication that I am inexplicably supportive of anything he does. That’s why I was so happy when he started playing “I Wish It Was Christmas Today” on Late Night.
And then, all of a sudden it was Julian Casablancas and The Roots playing that song. And it was even better.
It reminded me of when I think I used to live near Julian Casablancas because I would see him walking around on the street a lot… and that reminded me of living in the cutest, coziest dorm ever where NYU paid for our electricity so having Christmas lights up for the entire year was not an issue.
Three days until Christmas!
go outside, it’s beatiful
Baby sister is coming to college with me, and nothing could make me happier.
Salvador Dali’s piece for Disney’s Fantasia, not completed in time for production. It is absolutely incredible and everything you would expect from Dali.
Can we also discuss how I have never met anyone who was not confused about the “D” in the Disney logo when they were younger?
A school bus crushed by a tree in Dominica.
Jenny Holzer projects words and sentences onto landscapes. It’s as simple as that. Sometimes they make sense and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they’re not even in the language of the city they are present in.
I swear you’ll find one that stands out to you. And even if you don’t, you can marvel at how epic it would be to choose what these buildings are telling entire populations of cities.
Interestingly, “I lie” would probably be my choice, though Florence not my location.
Just got back, and I’m out the door again.
My summer has been a blur of islands and babies and coloring books and palm trees. Eventually, I plan on having a wonderfully Valerie-esque post from my vacation complete with pictures and videos and sound clips. Maybe I’ll even include some daycare art. Until then, I only have time for this quick update before I re-pack my weekend bag with 21st birthday worthy clothing and head off to the green mountain state.
I went to New York with my friends last night because I realized it was one of my last chances to get back there before August.
I also had this weird realization that I… am a grown up and I can just do what I want. (Valerie has previously had some interesting thoughts on adulthood and just.. choosing what you do for a whole Saturday, but that’s an entirely different story).
But really, I am an adult with a lease on an apartment and in that apartment I can do whatever I choose to do with no RA interference or quiet hours. I can even go on my own fire escape! This bizarre awareness presented itself when two of my friends got me a housewarming card that I could not read the signatures on and I asked them which one of their parents had sent it. They told me it was obviously from them, to which I so eloquently replied “oh yeah, we can just… do things like this.”
And we can. I don’t have anyone telling me what to do or what I should do or what I can’t do. I can make all of these decisions on my own, and that will only become more obvious.
Clearly, I still choose to wear my monkey footie pajamas, but growing out of that is just asking too much.
