Boo, Forever

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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

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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

snow day

Woke up Thursday morning to find that our beautiful spring weather had been completely whisked away overnight. I spent the day shoveling and playing with the pup outside. I love this polaroid of her; the snow looks purple next to the white background. I went to a wine tasting at Burnt Toast with Sara and Dave and Yambear, then came home and crafted! Snowy days are the best for crafting.

{note the beautiful pup on the bed. also, my room is a mess, please 'scuse}

I sewed all of my vintage handkerchiefs along a ribbon to make a garland. It felt like a springtimey thing to do, like a May Day craft or something. Like, if I made an homage to spring, it would come back. I know Colorado needs all the moisture we can get (and according to the weather, it's supposed to snow again tomorrow). But I want springtime! I'm ready to start my flower garden. I'm ready to wear dresses w/0 tights. I'm ready to get some new freckles. Come back, spring!

foulmouthed flower of bohemia

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"As they made their way up through the increasing gloom, Joe seemed to steer only according to the light shed by the action of her palm against his wrist, by the low steady flow of voltage through the conducting medium of their sweat. He stumbled like a drunken man and laughed as she hurried him along. He was vaguely aware of the ache in his hand, but he ignored it. As they turned the landing to the top floor, a strand of her hair caught in the corner of his mouth, and for an instant he crunched it between his teeth.

She took him into a small room in the middle of the house, which curved queerly where it backed up against the central tower. In addition to her tiny, girlish white iron bed, a small dresser, and a nightstand, she had crowded in an easel, a photo enlarger, two bookcases, a drawing table, and a thousand and one other items piled atop one another, strewn about, and jammed together with remarkable industry and abandon. 

'This is your studio?' Joe said.

A smaller blush this time, at the tips of her ears.

'Also my bedroom,' she said. 'But I wasn't going to ask you to come up to that.'"

—Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

i wanna rub tires with you

{from cracked designs etsy}

Why has no one ever asked me to rub tires? I obviously don't have enough romance in my life.

Speaking of romance, or the lack thereof, the last episode of BSG made me cry and cry and cry. I was getting really worried because this year's episodes were sometimes overwritten and lame, but I really enjoyed the finale. No one got the happy ending I was hoping for. Frak. Poor Chief. Poor Adama. Lee and Kara didn't make out (because Kara is...an angel? That was a bit of a stretch, but I'm willing to look past it). Frak frak frak it was sad. BUT! To paraphrase a message I sent to Drew way back in June, "I hope the Chief finds out that Tory killed Callie, rips Tory's head off, then grabs Boomer from creepy Cavil's clutches and makes out with her. In fact, that's exactly what I want the final scene of the series to be." I didn't *quite* get my wish, but it was still satisfying. 

Also, I'm glad only like two people read this blog, because this post is nerds to the max.

FINALLY

When I lived in Ontario, I showered every day with citronella shampoo and body wash. I literally bathed in it. Sometimes I even wore those embarrassing mosquito net shirts/pants under my clothes. But nothing, NOTHING kept those bastards off of me. 

SUCK IT, MOSQUITOES! 

bon dimanche!

Hi folks. Today was a beautiful halcyon Sunday day. Yambear and I took the bus down to Den-bear to visit the zine library and whatnot. We got coffee at Paris on the Platte and I ordered a drink that had not one, not two, but FOUR layers of deliciousness. Scott and I ordered the exact same sandwich, which also had multiple layers of yum. Then Yambear, Scott, Dennis and I sat in the park and watched happy people and puppies, and I rolled down an hill and got covered in dead grass. I looked like a hay bale. Then Yambear and I went to City O' City, and got the most amazing pizza I've ever had. Apricot sauce, green olives, tarragon and cashew ricotta, PLUS a vegan sweet potato cinnamon roll for dessert. Holy cow.

Also, in case you were wondering, this is what Drew would look like if he were an alien ghost with glowing headphones:

It was a nice day.

I feel like this

Hey, I'm alive. Just in case you were wondering, since I haven't posted in so long. No time for updates at the moment, as I am a sleepykitteh (whouldathunk I'd ever get back on to a normal sleep schedule, right? Am not a vampire anymore), but I am going to start posting regularly again. 

Besos,

S