I haven't seen it yet, but these re-imaginings of the 'Black Swan' poster? To die for.
Or maybe lose your sanity and think you're a swan for. As I said, I haven't seen the movie.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Yes, Please
I've previously mentioned that I am a snob when it comes to movie posters, preferring graphics to photos and striking, simple designs to cluttered ones.
I haven't seen it yet, but these re-imaginings of the 'Black Swan' poster? To die for.
Or maybe lose your sanity and think you're a swan for. As I said, I haven't seen the movie.
I haven't seen it yet, but these re-imaginings of the 'Black Swan' poster? To die for.
Or maybe lose your sanity and think you're a swan for. As I said, I haven't seen the movie.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Five Reasons I Am Excited to Go Back to America for Christmas
1. Christmas
Clearly, this is the biggest and most obvious. During the time I lived in London, I spent Christmas away from home...it wasn't awful, really. I got drinks with friends Christmas Eve, opened presents with my family via Skype, had a nice dinner with my roommate. But it wasn't the same. I want to go home and see our 12-ft tall (real!) tree that has more ornaments than branches. I want to help Mom move all the Rudolph stuffed toys down the basement so she can perform the show while we watch the DVD at the same time. I want to eat my dad's macaroni and cheese with 80 or our nearest and dearest and then sing a tone-deaf, slightly intoxicated version of '12 Days of Christmas' with everyone invented hand motions and the kids trying to drown out one another. I want to go ice skating at town center with my sister and wander Tyson's and drink wine with my best friends while we talk about the past year. I want to do all of these things and, in less than a week, I can.
2. Hamburgers
I'm pretty sure I'm going to Five Guys on the way home from the airport (so long as I don't get airplane food poisoning again...). Do you have idea how glorious a dead cow with cheese sounds right now? And Cajun fries? Oh my. Not only are the Brits terrible at burgers, but I have found myself surrounded by a disproportionately high number of vegetarians these past few months, which only makes me crave meat more. It's definitely a situation of 'for every animal you save, I'll eat three,' and I'd like to make good on this threat as quickly as possible.
3. Clothes
I know it's impossible, but I swear I wear everything in my closet every day. Or, that's what it feel likes. I am so. very. bored. with what I have to wear...I want dresses, again. I want shoe options. I want a second sweatshirt, at least. I want options! Also, I want my winter coat, desperately. It's so very cold.
4. Perspective
I feel like I've been making fairly significant life choices in a bubble, recently. Not to say I've been making bad decisions, just been making them without any input from people who know me really well, who know what my situation is and what makes me happy/unhappy, etc. I'd like to be able to talk to my family about my academic/living plans, talk to my friends about social things, etc.
5. PEOPLE
Oh my sweet heaven, I cannot wait to see people. This was kind of covered in the first and fourth points but....my family! My sister! KaJaMa! Jacey! All the DC adventure people! My New York crew! All of my people! I have been truly lucky to meet a wonderful group of friends here, but getting to see my people at home again....wonderful. Truly wonderful.
Merry Christmas, chickens.
Clearly, this is the biggest and most obvious. During the time I lived in London, I spent Christmas away from home...it wasn't awful, really. I got drinks with friends Christmas Eve, opened presents with my family via Skype, had a nice dinner with my roommate. But it wasn't the same. I want to go home and see our 12-ft tall (real!) tree that has more ornaments than branches. I want to help Mom move all the Rudolph stuffed toys down the basement so she can perform the show while we watch the DVD at the same time. I want to eat my dad's macaroni and cheese with 80 or our nearest and dearest and then sing a tone-deaf, slightly intoxicated version of '12 Days of Christmas' with everyone invented hand motions and the kids trying to drown out one another. I want to go ice skating at town center with my sister and wander Tyson's and drink wine with my best friends while we talk about the past year. I want to do all of these things and, in less than a week, I can.
2. Hamburgers
I'm pretty sure I'm going to Five Guys on the way home from the airport (so long as I don't get airplane food poisoning again...). Do you have idea how glorious a dead cow with cheese sounds right now? And Cajun fries? Oh my. Not only are the Brits terrible at burgers, but I have found myself surrounded by a disproportionately high number of vegetarians these past few months, which only makes me crave meat more. It's definitely a situation of 'for every animal you save, I'll eat three,' and I'd like to make good on this threat as quickly as possible.
3. Clothes
I know it's impossible, but I swear I wear everything in my closet every day. Or, that's what it feel likes. I am so. very. bored. with what I have to wear...I want dresses, again. I want shoe options. I want a second sweatshirt, at least. I want options! Also, I want my winter coat, desperately. It's so very cold.
4. Perspective
I feel like I've been making fairly significant life choices in a bubble, recently. Not to say I've been making bad decisions, just been making them without any input from people who know me really well, who know what my situation is and what makes me happy/unhappy, etc. I'd like to be able to talk to my family about my academic/living plans, talk to my friends about social things, etc.
5. PEOPLE
Oh my sweet heaven, I cannot wait to see people. This was kind of covered in the first and fourth points but....my family! My sister! KaJaMa! Jacey! All the DC adventure people! My New York crew! All of my people! I have been truly lucky to meet a wonderful group of friends here, but getting to see my people at home again....wonderful. Truly wonderful.
Merry Christmas, chickens.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Crossroads (Joyce Sutphen)
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
On The Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love ( Jennifer Michael Hecht)
Sometimes I think
we could have gone on.
All of us. Trying. Forever.
But they didn’t fill
the deserts with pyramids.
They just built some. Some.
They’re not still put there,
building them now. Everyone,
everywhere, gets up, and goes home.
Yet we must not
Diabolize time. Right?
We must not curse the passage of time.
we could have gone on.
All of us. Trying. Forever.
But they didn’t fill
the deserts with pyramids.
They just built some. Some.
They’re not still put there,
building them now. Everyone,
everywhere, gets up, and goes home.
Yet we must not
Diabolize time. Right?
We must not curse the passage of time.
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