Sock Drawer

As an ant makes his long trek across the screen of my laptop, in search of his own Elysian Fields, I sit in sun and nail polish fumes to ponder the meaning of my existence. Well, at least the meaning of the following three weeks of existence until I go on vacation. Having gone through that epilogue of the school year that is finals week, I celebrate my first day of freedom with several episodes of Doctor Who and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. What shall I do with myself during the remnants of this day?

I've watched so much British television lately that I've started unintentionally and unexpectedly thinking in a British accent (sometimes it's English, sometimes it's Scottish). Do you know what's fun? Going to the mall and talking to everyone in an accent. Or going to Starbucks and giving a different name that isn't your real one. Of course, the only one in on the joke is you but that's what makes it more thrilling I think.

During my preteen and early teen years I used to be a bit of a tomboy. I just wanted to live in jeans and t-shirts all day (and night). I'm sure Past Me would be shocked to meet Present Me, dressed in the frilliest and daintiest of skirts and dresses all day everyday. Sometimes I surprise myself when I find myself cooing over anything pink and frothy. Is this growing up, realizing my femininity? I need to find a huge billowing, swishy, circle skirt to go dancing in this Friday.

I know, I post too many videos here. But you see, this blog is not only a way for me to vent my inner passions but also an online storage facility where I can park videos and links and such that I find amusing so I can return to them at any time. Anyway, here's a clip of Stephen Fry from his early Fry and Laurie comic skit days.

I can't stop listening to this song. It has everything I love in music, the rhythm, the lyrics, the moody feeling. It's deliciously nostalgic and passionate and it makes me feel like I'm at some cafe in Europe on a hot summer evening, the air soaked with heady perfume, and dancing in the arms of some tall, dark, handsome stranger.
Are there songs that put you in a favorite mood like that?



More of my Mood Music.

Robert Cornelius, born in 1809, took the first "light picture" ever taken in the history of mankind and one of the first photographs taken of a human. This is the picture, his self-portrait.




There's something about this picture that I find awfully romantic. Perhaps it's the sentimentalist in me. I adore the tousled hair and the expression on his face and his crossed arms.

Coming across stories like these makes me want to leap to my feet and do something great.

Just discovered a lovely little blog called Dores run by Stephanie Renee.




I envy her red hair and collection of striped shirts.

Every post sounds so light and airy, like a walk through spring forests.

Did I also mention I have that exact same pair of shoes?

I really should get back to work.

I miss swing dancing.

Two more weeks. I might pass out from swing deprevation.

The Original:




The Parody:

Owl be seeing you...

I crack myself up sometimes...

Anyway, I've been in a fowl mood as of late after discovering one fine blustery day a couple of weeks ago that one of my favorite shirts has not only flowers in its print but swallows! The fact pleased me to no end. Ever since then I've been on the search for anything avian related.

owl by Piquipauparro on DeviantArt

Owl Ring from Etsy.

Peacock by Pyf Photo on Deviant Art

Peacock Necklace from Etsy.

White Dove by JusCos on Deviant Art

When Doves Fly Dress at Modcloth

Well, so ends my ode to feathered friends.

Beware the Ides of March

Ah, the Ides of March.

We had to memorize that speech in the video for English class and there I discovered my knack for memorization. If you ever need an impromptu recitation of Hamlet's soliloquoy or if you ever stumble across a poetry recital in some smoky little cafe and need someone dressed a la beatnik to mutter some Keats or Frost or whathaveyou, I'm your gal.

Two years ago, we had watched a Mad Max version of Macbeth where the original language and setting and scenes were kept but all the characters wore modern day clothing. It was the most interesting movie I've ever seen and now I can't read Shakespeare without imagining Antony and Cleopatra in tuxedos and evening gowns (respectively) or Romeo and Juliet in skinny jeans and hipster t-shirts. I think that's the moment I fell in love with Shakespeare's works.

Mmm, but it's time to finish that homework. More later. Parting is such sweet sorrow and all that.

Love thy neighbor - and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.

-Mae West

Foolishly Seeking True Love from Jarrett Lee Conaway on Vimeo.

Nuit Blanche from Spy Films on Vimeo.

"An Education" Soundtrack

Ninja Burger

I think I just found my life's calling.