maybe now.

I haven't posted in so long, but it makes me uneasy to leave this blog without some sort of ending. I've decided to stop procrastinating and figure things out. Figure it all out. Now.

Actually, right now I'm on a farm in North Carolina (below, you can see me post-tomato-harvest). But, I started the figuring before I left for vacation and will continue when I return.

If you'd like, you can also visit a new project of mine wherein I share quotes from books. Ooooooh!

http://quoteables.tumblr.com

...and then it was autumn.

How does this happen? How does time move so quickly?

It doesn't really. We just move from goal to goal and then stop to realize what has passed. Or something less cliche.

This fall, I've decided to embrace some literary endeavors. Like reading. And writing. Huh.

Something particularly fulfilling has been categorizing quotes. I've collected favorite lines, or the ones that stick in my head when the page has been turned, for several years and always fantasized (dork moment) about typing them up in a categorized and searchable way. Enter a spreadsheet. Boom. It's been slow going, but I appreciate 

all the words at my fingertips now.

Tonight I also begin Nabokov's Ada.

A word on pronunciation... taken from a facebook discussion board: 

"Ada. Ardor: "Ardor" indicates the Russian rather than American pronunciation of Ada's name (demonstrated by Marina at 39.16-17: "She pronounced it the Russian way with two deep, dark 'a's, making it sound rather like 'ardor'")..."

And that is all.

(this post is uninspired. if I could remember where I found this photo, I would tell you.)

...and then it was summer

It's been awhile, eh? I've decided that in an attempt to better myself, I'll be doing this again.

Future posts are likely to include the Midwest road trip I just returned from and the life plans stirring in my brain. For now, however, I'm going to just make a few comments on summertime generally. Baby steps.

This photo was featured on The Sartorialist at some point this season. It's from Italy and it represents my dreams of summer. While I sweat and gain bad body feelings from quitting smoking (yeah, that happened), I feel like this on the inside. Working towards pushing that out. Moving towards change, for me, is quite slow though. Longest gestation.

Of course, there's also a strong part of me that will think this looks like the worst kind of fun in summertime ever:


(also from thesartorialist.com)

jump!

In the true spirit of procrastination, I make it my duty to hunt down as many television programs as I can via the internet. This being my last semester in school, I have tons of work to do...or avoid. Hulu.com is a great help with this. The beginning of the semester was dedicated to Charles in Charge, Season 1.

Now, as a reward for accomplishing something with my Senior Work, I turn to 21 Jump Street. The Intro is infectious, and who can argue with the fashions of the late '80s? I've seen Jason Presley in two episodes and Bridget Fonda played a hobo in Season 1. The Reagan era really liked to see bad kids make good...or get put in jail. With "modern" takes on West Side Story and the ever present fight against crack, 21 Jump Street doesn't disappoint.

I'm pretty sure I'll have finished all Hulu has to offer before the end of school in two weeks.'Tis the season to be jolly and thankful...or something. The Street is really helping that aim.

(image courtesy of 3.bp.blogspot.com)

yes.

I often wish that I had been around for past decades. This picture (most pictures from this website, actually) only reinforces the belief.

(photo courtesy of myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com)

cat.

I realized that most of the pictures I take are of my cat.But that's okay, because she's cute.


Also, she helps me read.

freedom...?

And I'm back...

The past month or semester or lifetime has been a jumble. I was already stressed out by the school/work combination (further intensified by a need to do my senior work), and then the indescribable happened---a friend died. I'm sure I'll write about Abe in the future but most words and thoughts are hard to solidify. At the least, this has all been very strange and disconcerting.

In trying to find some stability of mind after this, I've unfortunately gotten behind in the work that really matters to me--school. So, I made some calculations and took the plunge. I quit my job and for the next month+ I will be cleaning my room, doing dishes, relaxing with my cat, alphabetizing the bookshelf, and, above all, writing about Joan Didion. Oh, I'll also be adding entries to this thing for to feel productive or accomplished or some hybrid therein.

I'm pretty nervous about what happens when the project is turned in and I've run low on funds. Mainly I'm trying to breathe and think only about the next two weeks. After they've passed I'll go further.
(image courtesy of artsjournal.com)