December

It's that time of the year again. Assignments, unfinished work, exams, and the result of taking it too easy earlier in the semester--they are all facing me now. The growing uncertainty and insecurity of a loved one's state of health breeds a knot in my stomach and a weight on my back. To give into the whirlwind that is the darker side of life would be my undoing.

So here's to remaining upright in the winds that blow against you.

<3

Gobble Gobble

This is probably the only turkey that would make me consider becoming a vegetarian. It's screaming thug yo.

To all the wonderful people I know and have known, thank you for being a part of my life.

Hoping you and yours have time and laughter to share with each other.



Happy Thanksgiving.

<3

(pic from http://bluegirlredstate.typepad.com/blue_girl/2005/11/gobblegobble_me.html)

Looking through different eyes . . .

(Pics from Oh Joy! + Talc)

It'd be nice if we were able to don masks every once in a while, and not reserve the whimsy just for Halloween. The magic of our imaginations shouldn't only be tethered in our childhood; it should simply originate from it.

http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2009/11/black-white-perfection.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogs%2FOtkg+%28Oh+Joy%21%29

http://www.talcboutique.com/collections/automne-hiver-2009/silhouettes/

BOO . . .

. . . GER!

After I woke up from my lovely nap on the train ride home, I saw a relatively cute dude asleep and slumped over in his seat across from me. This just added to the attractive factor, since I understand the joy of sleeping while on forms of public transportation (ok, fine, anywhere). Since I'm not a creeper, my attention turned away from him to stare out the window at the abyss that is the subway. Later, I turn back to see him awake, picking his nose--not once either-- and doing a nasty flicking motion, polluting the train with pieces of himself. My stomach dropped to the floor while my lunch threatened to come up. I wanted to throw my aluminum water bottle at him. I get miffed if people leave their garbage on the train, but this is so much more . . . gaaaaaaaaaahhhh.
This is why I hesitate on instinct when people want to shake hands.


Thought I'd share that lovely gem with you.

Smokin' Some Green

Today: Saw a girl throw and leave her lit cig on the ground, as she clutched her "Plant a Tree" recyclable tote bag and walked into the main building of school.

Good job.

'To borrow or to steal?' really shouldn't be the question, yet . . .

http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/sf/inspiration/the-community-bookcase-097020

The idea of a community shared bookcase seems cool and full of small town whimsy, but there are some who could (probably would) mess up the point of it by either keeping the books (without donating something to replace it) or by simply 'borrowing' the bookcase.
But the idea could work, depending on where the organic library is set up (and how secure the case is bolted to the ground . . .). I'm not always an optimist (and neither a pessimist), but I'd hope this would work more often than not.

Though,

I am very possessive of my own books . . .

Shhhhh . . .

In the throws of routine, classes, course work, family, friends, and myself, it's easy to lose the quiet moments that put things in perspective, that highlight what I can so easily overlook. But when those moments arise, sometimes by surprise, it makes everything sweeter . . .
even if only for a couple of minutes. And I am grateful.