benedict arnold, i'm moving

Hi guys. I don't know how to say this, but...From now on, GO HERE.

I'm moving to tumblr. Blogger has been so good to me. But it's time for a change. You can find me at snowdropsandphlox.tumblr.com

I will be keeping this little bloggie up, since all my links and stuff are here. And I may still post stuff here. Not sure.

Adieu for now, Blogger.

look at these fucking archaeologists

Bwahahaha! From LATFH via Max Silvestri:

Look At These Fucking Archaeologists

Apparently Williamsburg fashion circa 2009 comes straight out of the Badlands circa Jurassic Park. Note the sunglasses, plaids, high-waisted denim jeans, messenger bag, and the mullet haircut on the dude in the back. Even the guy working the dino ultrasound is sporting one of those Gestapo-style buzzed-on-the-side-parted-on-the-top haircuts that tall hipsters in my neighborhood like wearing.

you do not always know what I am feeling

There was a long period of my life when I idolized Frank O'Hara, but I haven't really thought about him in a long time. This morning I woke up super early and couldn't fall back asleep, and as I was in bed watching the early sunlight through my window, his poem "For Grace, After a Party" (which is probably my favorite poem and which I've posted here before) popped into my head. The opening line just kept running through my head, over and over: "You do not always know what I am feeling. You do not always know what I am feeling. You do not always know what I am feeling."

mrrrrr

more gimme gimmes

This necklace from vadjutka is soooo pretty. There are other autumn-y ones I love too but this one is super twee.

eek!

Someone employ me quickly so I can buy the hell out of these dresses from Built By Wendy's fall collection:

I could never actually afford them, but the Internet is like my special fantasy land where I'm allowed to look at dresses like these and dream. And I'm always impeccably dressed and coiffed and sitting on some velvet sofa in France playing the violin, instead of reality, where I'm contemplating Taco Bell and haven't done laundry since I got back from California. Whoops. Domesticity Fail.

heart california heart dogs

I have hundreds maybe thousands maybe zillions of photos from this summer and I'm soooo lazy that I can't even post them on my entirely defunct flickr account.

This weekend is the festival in Pagosa, which is always my end-of-summer marker. Strange. Flying into LAX earlier this week I saw the giant smoke cloud from the wildfires out there. It looked like a big piece of cauliflower hanging over the city. Amber moved to Portland, which is horribly sadface.

Missing many people at the moment. The kind of missing that hurts. Telepathic hugs and kisses to all.

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