where do you move when where you're moving from is yourself?

So I'm currently in San Diego and it's lovely here and all I do is take naps on the beach and play with Lola, who is the cutest dog EVAR and looks like a Fraggle, and read and swim. And I have no money and no idea what to do next.

Some Santa Fe pics:

wanted: new snuggle buddy

Lonely. Socked-in by clouds of malaise and morose. In need of some serious spooning. Here are my top two candidates:

{socktopus}

{spock monkey}

If anyone would like to buy these for me, I would not object. That is all.

santa fe, as sung by christian bale

Hey there folks. Sorry for the hiatus. In the months-ish since I last posted, a lot has happened. I moved to Santa Fe for grad school. Cue the song from Newsies:

It's absolutely beautiful here. I took this photo from campus with my PHONE. Phones have cameras now, fyi. I'm slowly falling into a rhythm here — a rhythm that, unsurprisingly, consists of more tequila drinking and less school work then I'd like to admit. But I'm learning, I swear. Jack Kelly dreams (and sings) so longingly about Santa Fe for good reason. I love it here. I got stung by a wasp. I saved a mousie trapped in the library. Oh yeah! And David Sedaris came here! He talked about breast milk and distributing condoms to teenagers and buying olive oil and strawberries at Costco with his brother-in-law. He seemed tired, like all the traveling and speaking was wearing him down. But he was still funny as hell. When it was our turn to get our books signed, one of my friends asked him, "so this is the next book in the Twilight series, right?" I think Sedaris thought that was pretty funny.

But I miss my cool Colorado cats. Everyone is scattering. K8's in California. Dennis, Gretchen and Piedra are in Oklahoma. Drew is in Tajikistan (which he assures me is, in fact, a real country). Amber is leaving for Portland. My heart is tugged in so many directions.

Come visit me. Send me your address and I'll write you a letter. Or I'll send you a tape of me singing "Santa Fe." Or better yet, "Sieze the Day!"

Love,

SOS

squeeee

This came in the mail today:

My darling Emmalynn bought it for me for my birthday. It's sitting on my windowsill. The lilacs are in full bloom in my yard. It's May! Happy happy.

birdday wish list

I totally have my birdday outfit all planned out for tomorrow, replete with springy colors:

{dress from Joules}

{cardigan from marc jacobs}

{shoes from MaraisUSA}

Perfect, right? I'm all set for my birthday! Of course, I don't actually *own* any of these things. Nor can I afford them. Le sigh. I wish I were one of those people with "money." Miss you, money. Hope you're enjoying your new home, wherever that may be. My grandpa gave me some money this weekend, but I immediately spent it on Polaroid film on Ebay. And my mum said she'd put some money towards the purchase of a cheapo Diana or Holga, because I want one for the summer. So I guess I know where your new home is, money. Your new home is on Ebay. I hope Ebay is treating you well, money.

may is my very favorite month

{July 1958. My father is in the middle}

PHOENIX FREEZE TAG

When the red mountains rise

over the sun and dry air fills 

with stars, the white specters

spread out on the sidewalk

while we cactus kids chase.

Our feet crunch grass and laughter soaks

in the hot cotton air. We spin and dodge

together in the dark, but always

slow down, always let someone tag us,

freeze us. Everything but our hearts 

and breath stop, and we think of how

desert and ocean are then same,

cactus kids floating in both.

Boo, Forever

{photo}

BOO, FOREVER

Richard Brautigan

Spinning like a ghost

on the bottom of a 

top,

I'm haunted by all

the space that I

will live without 

you.

OURHYPE/Eye Spit

Bonjour, mes amis. Just so you know, I'm going to be contributing to this wonderful new bloggie, OURHYPE. Le blog 'twas beautifully brewed up by the ever-talented Gabe and Will. Go check it out. 

Now, what does this mean for the fate of this lil' bloggie, you ask? Not much. I'm still going to post about books and dogs and embroidery and needlefelting bunnies over here, but will also be posting about other things at OH. So if my silence seems longer than usual, this is most likely because I'm in more of a digital-as-in-music-and-design state of mind, rather than

 digital-as-in-using-your-fingers-to-embroider-constellations. So you can find me there.

Also, if you'd like to contribute, or have any ideas for posts, lemme know (sarah@ourhype.com). I believe Nichole and I are the only girls at the moment, and we can always use more ladies. Ladies!

In other news, Eye Spit has been on hiatus for a while, due to the fact that Drew has a real job, and we're both going to be out of town for the next couple of Fridays. Also, we don't have a web site yet. But we will! And we'll be cooking up ideas for the future of Denver's Worst Photographic Society. Again, lemme know your ideas. More in the future. Love love.

boo winter

{photo}

Go away, snow.

However, the Bonnie "Prince" Billy show is tonight in Denver, and this weather feels kind of appropriate. You know, wearing long underwear and such. It's right up Will Oldham's alley. Also, all this wintry nonsense  really puts me in the mood to watch Let the Right One In again.

UPDATE: Erm, BPB took off his pants and played in his long johns. I tots called that one!

heh heh