Amor Fati

Currently enjoying a new song. Amor Fati by Washed Out. Beautiful video. Somehow both the video and the song remind me of the Safety Dance.

Having a Coke With You

I recently felt inspired by the Frank O'Hara poem "Having a Coke with You". I had heard it read it in school, and then by a terrible actor in a shoddy teen movie, but never by myself. Initially the poem sounded like a narcissist's ramblings, carelessly mentioning his love at the end. But upon reading it this time at 1:30 AM, I was awestruck and moved. It clicked! It's about loving someone more than all the beautiful things in the world. It's about being so exuberant and excited about everything that you can't keep your thoughts straight. It bursts with joy!

"and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world"

"and what good does all the research of the impressionists do them 

when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

"it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it"

Letter to a Sweater

Dear Fall Apparel,
Get out of here! Once September arrives, I will welcome your sweaters and flannels, but until then, get out of town! Don't be like your pushy friend Christmas, who shows up to the party too early every year.
Love,
Michelle
P.S. It's still ninety degrees and sunny out, fashion fools!

By the Way

It's 1 AM, and I'm salt-caked with sweat. Gross. I embarked on an internet perusal this evening that never quite ended. Why am I still awake?

Freedom

I just changed the domain name on my blog. For a moment I feel free to write whatever I want. Woohoo! I've sort of gotten sick of writing my thoughts. I talk and write them incessantly. Pet peeve: Prying Eyes. I dislike people who pretend to share your interests because they've been blog snooping. But I suppose I enjoy my fair share of snooping, and yet I do it with tact.

New and Old Favorites

Did you know a salad with blueberries is actually delicious? I didn't.

Why, yes. I am an old favorite.

Livin' in the sprawl

Lame, I know. I haven't posted in a year. This sweet video of hippies dancing will make up for it though.