tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489666284417796142024-03-13T19:33:58.106-07:00an illdressed foolishwise:ellipsis and eclipses of a minor actressan illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.comBlogger267125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-17450843679732145572014-03-21T12:20:00.002-07:002014-03-21T12:20:39.392-07:00Hallelujah (and the opposite of)<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A while back I rediscovered this old(ish) song. And it started me thinking.. Well, really.. I was already thinking but this song helped the conversation in my head formulate a bit.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This isn't my favorite song, it's not even my favorite song by Jens Lekman, but I really enjoy and connect to this song for a few reasons.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the song, Jens is spending the day with his sister. I love the Holden/Phoebe-esque quality to their relationship. She appears innocent and beautiful and full of hallelujah and Jens/Holden is stuck inside of himself. It would appear he is desperate to communicate something to his sister on the day of the song.. And it's something about a melancholy he feels and how difficult he thinks life can be. He wants to tell her how he feels homeless and, in a way, hopeless. He wants to show that things feel too hard.. But there is a problem, the world keeps showing him that it's full of hope and beauty and communicating to him that it's his home. He went to the ocean, but the ocean "made him feel stupid." He "picked up a seashell to illustrate [his] homelessness- but a crab crawled out of it, making it useless" He felt those things, those sad things- and they were real, but when he opened his eyes, and his mouth to complain or share this melancholy, he saw other things.. Really beautiful things that reminded him that the world was wonderful and that his life was full and magical.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Perhaps I interpret the song this way because this is a common struggle in my life, of late. Things pull at me; I feel myself being stretched in ways I never knew possible. Some things just feel too hard and I let it overwhelm me. I sit in the place that is hard and I want to cry or run away or be rescued.. But, then, I open my eyes and I see.. My whole life is full of these beautiful, beautiful gifts and treasures. I have seen things more beautiful than the ocean in my experience of becoming a mother. I feel such a strong sense of home with my small, perfect family.. And also, my big family. My life is my life! I am learning limits and priorities and I am learning that its up to me to grow up and really become the person I want to be. (Honestly, why is that so hard to do?!) But really, I am full of hallelujah for all the great things in my life. and I will keep moving forward...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;">One last thought I pulled from the song. Jens says, "you still think I'm someone to look up to, I still don't know anything about you.. is it in you too?".. He admits, I still don't know anything about you- probably because he is locked up inside himself (the melancholy). On those days when we feel the opposite of hallelujah, we can't feel, remember or connect well with others. This is the biggest tragedy of my opposite of h mood, I believe, and my strongest motivation to change. If you are in my life, and I have missed things or not loved you like I should have due to being locked inside myself, I say a heartfelt, 'I'm so sorry' I want to know things about you! I want to be the best friend! I want to love/empathize/pull up the people who do the same for me.Let's make some new memories and laugh. Let's all just breathe and say hallelujah! </span></span></span><br />
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your life is your life<br />don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.<br />be on the watch.<br />there are ways out.<br />there is light somewhere.<br />it may not be much light but<br />it beats the darkness.<br />be on the watch.<br />the gods will offer you chances.<br />know them.<br />take them.<br />you can’t beat death but<br />you can beat death in life, sometimes.<br />and the more often you learn to do it,<br />the more light there will be.<br />your life is your life.<br />know it while you have it.<br />you are marvelous<br />the gods wait to delight<br />in you.</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">This is real life, everyone. Mindy and I are opening the gallery on Friday! Come and relish with us, pretty please. You will not regret it. Emily's art is really fantastic.</span></div>
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<br />an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-10407929919318218812012-09-26T22:45:00.000-07:002012-09-26T22:45:06.946-07:00"All Great and Precious Things are Loney"Here are a few late night truths for a forgotten blog<br />
(forgive the melancholy tone)<br />
This is a mean reds day<br />
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#1- 10:30pm has become late night for me<br />
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#2-i miss being an actor.
i am supposed to be helping people, but i feel pretty far away from that right now. Right now, everything just feels hard. And my body feels so tired. So hard.. and So tired. all the time. (Heavy)<br />
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#3-this blog post title is the name of a private blog i set up months ago. i set it up to have a place to put new things i have written.. poems and stories. it's empty. not one entry. lonely indeed. all my creative projects are lonely these days.<br />
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#4-i cant do it all.. even though i really want to. (see previous blog post)<br />
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#5- everyone else makes it look like it should be easy.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/avBJ9Lhggn0" width="420"></iframe>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-31336566657021338762012-05-22T23:25:00.001-07:002012-05-22T23:25:10.437-07:00zoobeezoobeezooa couple of things i would like to improve on:
(in no particular order)
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making dinner every night
developing talents (writing, sewing, drawing, acting etc)
making things with my hands more often
sending things in the mail
making sure the people i love know that i love them (show them more)
looking good everyday-- get up early enough to actually get ready for the day
reading more (read things every day)
doing the dishes everyday.
taking risks/doing things that scare me
traveling
being present
writing things down (journal form, or variations)
praying
walking (more) /biking (more) /being outside (more)
organizing.. completing things on time and/or early
saving money
and lastly
personal confidence level ie. level of comfort in my own skin
(where did this go?.. it starting disappearing around 2006. i want it back)
lalalalala.an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-4554483716145790642012-05-02T22:45:00.001-07:002012-05-02T22:45:50.853-07:00if there's one thing i like it's a blue bathing suit<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7nPJXBr55HY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-22374886010136199802012-05-02T22:26:00.000-07:002012-05-02T22:27:46.522-07:00help me to make it<iframe id="tsFrame133165" src="http://cdn.topspin.net/api/v3/player/133165" width="400" height="400" frameborder="0"></iframe><br />
on repeat.<br />
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dull,<br />
flat,<br />
boring<br />
and about 1,000 years old?))<br />
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today.<br />
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ps. i can i just get to the outdoors already??an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-82733301563079610012012-04-24T17:32:00.003-07:002012-04-24T17:32:19.566-07:00the nerd patrolI came to a realization in college.. probably about 1/2 way though.. and the realization came as I was standing at the opening of an amazing art show in a gallery on the main floor of the fine arts building. As I looked around at all of the incredible art that was up on the walls, I thought about how much I admired the people who could create things like this.. and I looked around and realized a lot of the people I knew at this art opening were artists themselves and almost all of them created amazing things of their own. All of those people, so admirable in my mind were not just cool because of what they created, they were just genuinely cool people, dare I say "hip". Everyone was so hip and beautiful-looking and I am sure they also read the right books and listened to the right music and had all the right opinions about things. As I looked around, I realized something.. Theater (the art i do more than any other kind) is hopelessly UN-hip. It really is. Film can be pretty cool, theater-- not so much. A. Miller, T. Williams, A. Checkhov, just not that hip in the minds of the kids these days. Yet, as the embarrassing part of my personality that desperately seeks to be cool mourned the uncooldom of theatre, I also realized that night that it's kind of okay with me.. How nerdy it is and all.. and that's because, I just love it. I do. I love acting in plays.
(I love acting in other things too).
Last Sunday I wrapped up another nerdy play. A comedy by Noel Coward called Blithe Spirit. And as I sat back stage on the last night I tried to ponder how many hours of my life I had spend sitting on unfinished steps behind what, to my view, is just totally exposed wood slabs nailed, stapled and glued together to hold together what, to the audiences view, is a cozy little cottage in the English Countryside. How many times have I marked up a script, sat through a first reading or checked in a costume and I just have to say that I really love it (all of it). While the run of this show was incredibly dramatic (off stage) and- quite honestly, the finished product was only so-so, I still relished it. No matter what happens in my future, I know I will always relish it and if that makes me the un-hippest of them all, I think that I am learning to be okay with that.an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-71613400269388181842012-03-20T23:47:00.001-07:002012-03-20T23:47:39.709-07:00i want to unfold<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24715531?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/24715531">Ira Glass on Storytelling</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/thedak">David Shiyang Liu</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-90347670833246500862012-01-07T16:40:00.000-07:002012-01-07T16:41:52.451-07:00one time, i was in college(and all i did was text on my cell phone..)<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34542488?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/34542488">2011</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user9869989">Alex Shahan</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-71382080930134876512011-12-12T17:47:00.001-07:002011-12-12T17:49:10.436-07:005 wordsbeing married is really great.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*more on that and other topics coming soon</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(brevity of this post brought to you by the fact that the newly weds live in a trailer that has no internet hooked up... their iphones are the only connection to the information super highway)</span>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-45405179448580950482011-09-11T01:45:00.005-07:002011-09-11T02:06:39.868-07:00fixed places<div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>“Poets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.”</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"> -Proust</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Right now</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(amid wedding and all the excitement)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"> there is so much about coming "<em>home"</em>. To Las Vegas, to myself, to understanding love and relationships and myself. I don't know how i can still be so mysterious to myself.. sometimes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Part of getting married means that you are now in charge of <em>all</em> of your <em>things. </em>Every box and every old photograph. It's no longer your parents job to store that stuff up. Over the last couple of weeks, my mom has given me all the boxes that have been collecting dust in her storage for years. I haven't gone though it all, but everything I have gone through has been a so interesting and I have all these strong emotions about it all. I've really loved my life-- I love remembering. Sometimes I think about myself in the past and the one thing I love about past emily, is that she knew and understood those "fixed places" inside of her. Something about growing up made those a little shaky for a while-- but i feel like it's finally coming back. I still have fixed places, and that's nice to know.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">One of the best things about the person i get to marry is that he reminds me to not take life/myself/anything too seriously. He is an enduring optimist and he reminds me that i am one too. One of my fixed places is next to him </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Probably fast asleep while he watches the rest of the movie- but next to him)</span></div></div>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-72544443873973012632011-08-31T13:26:00.006-07:002011-08-31T13:35:29.843-07:00once in your life<div><div align="center">
<br />the wedding dress
<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/emilyrocksursocks_bucket/?action=view&current=MakingtheDress2-1-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/emilyrocksursocks_bucket/MakingtheDress2-1-2.jpg" /></a></div></div>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-43070947564128544712011-08-02T13:32:00.002-07:002011-08-02T13:49:43.702-07:00silver thoughts<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Okay- just a few little thoughts for a breezy afternoon. I have spent the last few weeks writing and rewriting a speech for the fine arts convocation on Aug. 12th. If you are thinking to yourself, 'what the? Didn't you already graduate, emily?' Here's the thing... I "walked" at the April convocation because that's when most people do, and I only had one more tech. theatre requirement to complete (costumes) so I figured I'd just go for it. A few days after walking, I got a call asking me to speak at the fine arts convocation in Aug. I have been joking ever since that it took me so long to finish college that they are letting me graduate twice.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">So, my speech is on developing personal character. I've thought so much about this subject the past few years. (I am an actress yes, but!) I think the reason I think about this subject often is because I have come to realize that the people I admire most in the world (fictional or non-fictional) are people who possess and act with strength of character.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">At the same time, I realize the largest and deepest regrets of my life stemmed from moments when I displayed a serious lack of character... When my character was weak. It's interesting because in every example I can think of (and thankfully there aren't <em>that</em> many- but there are more than I would like) My lack of ability to act with the character I believe I could possess was a result of cowardice. I was simply too afraid, shy, embarrassed, confused to stand up and do the right/mature/character-ful thing.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">While growing up is not always the most awesome thing in the world, I do look forward to learning from these past mistakes. I look forward to becoming a person with less timidity and trepidation. A person of stronger character.</span></div>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-47900189968122548842011-08-01T05:55:00.002-07:002011-08-01T06:01:33.861-07:00wholly marvellous<div align="center">what's whollymarvellous<br />myDarling<br />is that you &i are more than you& i<br />(because It's we)<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">e.e.cummings</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(please put on your dancing shoes 09.24.11 and celebrate with us)</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0qDDZTYYiDw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-52657737378522625572011-07-13T10:09:00.002-07:002011-07-13T10:13:35.945-07:00b.b. in the big apple<div align="center">this actress, darling britannie b, is my best friend forever.<br />she's a festival, she's a parade! all the wine... it's all for <em>her</em>.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div style="WIDTH: 520px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000"><br /><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"><embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:657222/cp~series%3D1704%26id%3D1568964%26vid%3D657222%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A657222" width="512" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="" base="." allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed> <br /><p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff; TEXT-ALIGN: left">Get More: <a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/atmosphere_rap_/artist.jhtml" target="_blank">Atmosphere</a>, <a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" target="_blank">Music</a>, <a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" target="_blank">More Music Videos</a></p></div></div></div>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-75280797383526521812011-07-08T14:57:00.004-07:002011-07-08T15:08:58.581-07:00(wind)ows open,nap on the couch.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>“Summer afternoon—</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>summer afternoon; </em></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>to me those have always been the two </em></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>most beautiful words in the English language.”</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">-Henry James</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">!!!happy!!!</span></div>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-24167786239663153632011-06-29T11:31:00.009-07:002011-06-29T12:15:02.144-07:00everlasting light<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm getting married!</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />And just in case you might be wondering why i am marrying this young gentlemen, </span><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">or if you just don't know him that well, then i offer you...<br /><strong>and introduction to mr. champlin- the boy i'm going to marry and/or- </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>a brief explanation of some of the reasons i want to be with him everywhere:<br /></strong><span style="font-size:78%;">::ahem::<br /><br /></span>#1 Crazy Smart: I have yet to ever bring up a topic that he doesn't know something interesting about.<br />(early in our courtship i thought i would stump him with<br />poets or books or theatre references- but not this kid. And when I called him excited from El Salvador after going to a zoo (for the first time in my life), i exclaimed, "elephants have eye lashes!" but he already knew, and told me a lot more about elephants. This is how lots of conversations roll. </span><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">He is so smart it's impossible for him to be boring. ever.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">#2 Art: One time he made these sticker that really cracked me up. </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znAIF2iB0kc/Tgt1HVgEMOI/AAAAAAAAArY/WAtOvBSpIE0/s1600/hammer%2Btime.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623717328593367266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znAIF2iB0kc/Tgt1HVgEMOI/AAAAAAAAArY/WAtOvBSpIE0/s200/hammer%2Btime.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a><br />#3. He is consistently doing things that crack me up.<br />And let's be real- funny does for me what Angelina Jolie does for most guys.<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">#4 When <strong><em>he</em></strong> cracks up he gets these really adorable lines in his cheeks (which have a beard on them-which i love) and around his eyes (which are blue-which i love), and his head bobs. its seriously awesome.<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">#5 He's into lots things which are <a href="http://awesometicity.tumblr.com/">awesome</a><br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"># 6 He read the complete works of Shakespeare when he was a<em><strong> little kid</strong></em> (who does that?)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">#7 He is skilled at the art of nightmare jokes<br />(nightmare jokes, incaseyoudon'tknow, are what he tells me when i wake up/call him in the middle of the night from a bad nightmare.. my favorite 3:00am nightmare joke involved Tom Cruise-you'll have to get him to tell it).<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">#8 He has a heart of gold. I cant really explain this one.. its incredible. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">THE most selfless person i have ever, ever met.<br />he cares about the world. he wants to make it better. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">even at his brokest he finds ways to send money to Sendai or buy a crochet hat from a woman in Africa.<br />he delivers flowers.<br /><br />#Lastly (and this is by no means a comprehensive list) he is <strong><em>patient</em>.</strong><br />after two and a half years of on again-off again- up and down/all over the place dating, i nearly smashed both of our hearts to bits<br />(and i am positive i smashed some feelings of other innocent kind people as well, and to you people--<em> i don't know how to say i am sorry</em>. you are not required to ever forgive me although i would really like that) </div><br /><div align="center"><br />BUT he was patient, and kind and has always assured me that he would never give up on me. </div><br /><div align="center"><br />I realize to some- this engagement may have seem to have come on fast and to those</div><br /><div align="center">I close with the immortal words of Harry </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(of the classic cinematic treat When Harry met Sally-duh)<br /></span><strong>"when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible"</strong></span></div>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-45675859534726240182011-06-24T08:39:00.002-07:002011-06-24T08:45:08.144-07:00eyes on the prize. mind on you.everything i've learned- i have forgotten<br />everything i've forgotten is just like new<br /><object width="250" height="40"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=7299004&style=metal&p=0" /><embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=7299004&style=metal&p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /></object>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-53081576020018952402011-06-07T15:31:00.002-07:002011-06-07T15:33:53.477-07:00to be with you.<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14887546?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/14887546">The Honey Trees - To Be With You (Official Video)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/simonfilip">Simon Filip</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-56208281839696742702011-05-29T11:46:00.003-07:002011-05-29T12:24:15.987-07:00electrick children<div align="center"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22871381?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" frameborder="0" width="400" height="225"></iframe><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Really, Seriously... This feature film (by becca thomas) is going to be so good!</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I couldn't possibly be more excited that Becca asked me to be involved!</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Please, loves-- donate some money.. a-lot-a-bit or a little bit. It will be worth it!</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Donate & Find Out More Info. about the feature film <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/2110178925/electrick-children">here</a></span></p>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-53789265016323306142011-05-24T22:39:00.006-07:002011-05-25T13:44:42.295-07:00salinger<div align="center"><a href="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/emilyrocksursocks_bucket/JD-Salinger-20100209232313-22-1-1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/emilyrocksursocks_bucket/JD-Salinger-20100209232313-22-1-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">he writes stuff like that.. the simplest things in the world.. </span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">and yet, no one else has ever said them like that.</span><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">i will always love him.</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(quote from a short story called A Girl I Knew)</span></p></div>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-69222574680466300122011-05-24T14:53:00.002-07:002011-05-24T15:29:02.256-07:00books are the new college<span style="font-size:85%;">"He didn't tell them what he now privately believed: that Josef was one of those unfortunate boys who become escape artists not to prove the superior machinery of their bodies against outlandish contrivances and the laws of physics, but for dangerously metaphorical reasons. Such men feel imprisoned by invisible chains- walled in, sewn up in layers of batting. For them, the final auto liberation was all to foreseeable. Kornblum was, nevertheless, unable to resist offering up that final criticism to his erstwhile pupil on his performance that night. "Never worry about what you are escaping <em>from</em>," he said. "Reserve your anxieties for what you are escaping <em>to</em>." </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>-The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"We have waged war, or rather let a war be waged, against all of the animals we eat. The war is new and has a name: factory farming. Like pornography, factory farming is hard to define but easy to identify."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>-Eating Animals, Jonathan Safran Foer</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"There are times we demand an explanation when an explanation really isn't possible"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>-Blink, Malcom Gladwell</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Truth might be stranger than fiction, but it needs a better editor."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-<em>City of Thieves, David Benioff</em></span>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-46232678206430186452011-05-22T07:50:00.000-07:002011-05-22T07:51:18.126-07:00the morning after the rapture<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DZJDXItuq8Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648966628441779614.post-2193234109293721782011-05-18T15:52:00.001-07:002011-05-18T15:52:55.542-07:00it's still raining outside<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/72oQy_M7h4Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>an illdressed foolishwisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13986427124669886749noreply@blogger.com0