Your heart...

Perfect.

I walked through jazz in the park this evening (beelining for the cupcake truck, of course), and on the way back to my house, I saw a girl, maybe eight, attempting to climb a tree. Stuck at an akward spot in the tree, she called out to her dad, "I need your help. But, maybe... not really." and It made me smile.

Shine on, girl. You're going to do just fine.

It's on...

This year, I've continued my "27 -now 28- goals for the 27th -now 28th- year" and while last years list was brimming with tasks (and nearly 100% completed), 28 is only about halfway finished... Shocking.

And so, while writing this on my tiny little iPod while laying as flat to the ground as humanly possible under the air conditioner, I'm thinking up tasks to round out the list of 28 so that nothing gets left uncrossed by February 20, 2011.

Getting older has somehow reverted me back to my 10-year-old self. Introducing #9 on this year's list: Read at least a book a month.

Sounds cake, but with school, work, and the other 27 things on the list, #9 can really fall to the wayside. But... I have a sneaking suspicion that ain't gonna happen.

That being said, I really would love some quality book suggestions - particularly humorous fiction: on life and love.

Restrictions:
No vampire trilogies. No sex and the city rubbish (though I will entertain books on either sex or citylife).

Just honest, witty, clever writing.

If you have something wonderful, please email me: sam@rogercharlie.com

I have a few recs, as well, and am happy to return the favor. Or send you baked goods via post. Gratzi.

Just keep repeating...

This is only short term. One day, none of this will matter (maybe even tomorrow, an hour from now, five minutes from now) and all that learning crap you had to go through will make it all worthwhile...

Mother Effer....

Party of...One?

It wasn't until a few days ago that I realized when I think about my future, I don't see anyone else in it.

Just me... flying solo. Doing everything...alone. And being fine with it.

Which is funny, because... the whole family thing is appealing to me - and yes i want kids, and a home and a handsome, charming, intelligent, hilarious hubby that is my closest friend and goes to bat when required. He knows when to shut up and show support through silence. He's someone I rarely tire of, and rarely tires of me. Someone who will show, not say and follow through on things that he knows are important to me. Someone that wants me around more than just when he's sad and needs someone to fill the empty space.

I'm just not sure he exists... and if he does, he probably has scaled feet. Or is 4 feet tall. And I don't mean to be shallow, but can't he be wonderful and nice to look at?

But i guess the disconnect makes sense, because I keep picking these shitty, horrible men (nay, they keep picking me, and I go along for the ride. STUPID) and thanks to all of you, you've built me into an even more strong, independent girl and inserted me into the space of feeling like being alone is survival; men are the enemy. Or... they aren't all bad, but the good ones live in some small country 8,000 miles away from Colorado. Who the eff knows.

And everyone has a theory.

"When you least expect it..."

"When you love yourself..."

"When it's your time, it's just your time..."

"Oh, he's there. I just know it..."

But you know, enough already... I think the real problem that is I have settled so comfortably into the idea of being alone and somehow, it's understood to everyone with whom i come in contact. I guess I'm not sure how to change that. How do you change who you are at the core? I'm not sure I want to. There's the problem! :) haha

I just wish I understood why my twenties are being wasted alone when they should be wasted on mad love affairs and summer trysts with handsome men that I'll get to smirk about in my fifties. When do I get to be in love, already?

Covered in Rain

Turns out all I've needed is some serious time up in the woods. Today was the third day up to Evergreen for a long hike. Today, I got caught in a thunderstorm, and came out of the woods with my clothes soaked through. Pair this with Ryan Adams, and my heart opened back up, the sad is all gone and girl is feeling good...

Exit Through the Gift Shop - A Banksy Film

I've always been fascinated by street art and a good chunk of the photos I snap reflects that.
Had I known I'd been walking around in the thick of Banksy artwork not one week ago, I probably would have paid more attention. With two visits to London under my belt in the last year, I've thankfully ended up with some shots of his work over in Hackney in East London.

Last night, C and I hit the Mayan for Exit Through the Gift Shop, a documentary on the development and growth of street art around the world, as well as the outing of one participant who gained overnight success by ripping off the works of those artists he had been filming over the last 10+ years.

If it's in your city, please go see it. Wonderful film.

I can do anything good.

Mom said this to me, tagged with... "Remind you of anyone?"

Love.