oh gosh.
the cave by mumford has 110 plays on my itunes.
who's still obsessed? yeah... me.
"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
poem by keri miller
last week i returned from a trip to athens GA, a city that for a brief weekend harbored many friends who shared in the same indescribable italian experience that i did last spring. we cooked, we ate, we drank, we laughed together again, reminisced, and it felt like home. everything revolved around food and company, as it used to. here things revolve around jobs and homework and bills, and sometimes we forget to eat because we are too busy with other things. that weekend we all had time to enjoy our lives and each other's treasured existences. these things, like delicious hand- and homemade food, or friends with whom you can deeply connect and sit around the table with, were given to us for our enjoyment. and if you are blessed enough to have such things cherish and use them up until it's someone else's turn to be blessed. the lord wants us to celebrate the blessings he gives us. so take big bites and savor each one. because these beautiful blessings are just tastes of the future glory that the lord has prepared for those who love him.
this a poem is about cortona, italy. where i spent three glorious months of 2011. keri wrote this after our trip. and it's truer than you know, even a year later.
Long-Distance Relationship
I miss walking up the hill at night, slowly,
looking at the lights in the valley
of people's homes filled with conversations
we couldn't understand and the train
that we hadn't yet taken and the lake
we never swam in and the circus
we never went to--it left after a week.
Everything was so mysterious, it looked
like an unknown universe's constellation map.
Then it all became so familiar,
like the freckles I've always had on my left forearm,
and that's when it started to hurt.
this a poem is about cortona, italy. where i spent three glorious months of 2011. keri wrote this after our trip. and it's truer than you know, even a year later.
Long-Distance Relationship
I miss walking up the hill at night, slowly,
looking at the lights in the valley
of people's homes filled with conversations
we couldn't understand and the train
that we hadn't yet taken and the lake
we never swam in and the circus
we never went to--it left after a week.
Everything was so mysterious, it looked
like an unknown universe's constellation map.
Then it all became so familiar,
like the freckles I've always had on my left forearm,
and that's when it started to hurt.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
coffee
the amount of caffeine in one thermos doesn't even get me through to 12:30.
i could have a high metabolism... or i'm an addict. i'm thinking the latter.
hello. welcome to the world of legal addictive stimulants.
i could have a high metabolism... or i'm an addict. i'm thinking the latter.
hello. welcome to the world of legal addictive stimulants.
a place
i want to live in a place where you can order a vegan apple cranberry streusel topped pie and not be thought of as an anomaly/freak. where people don't stumble at the like vegetarian and organic, and ask questions like, "oh... did it taste ok... i mean, like, was it like good..?" like i had just eaten dog brains.
i want to live in a place where chain restaurants are taboo, and mom and pop still own the local eateries and grocery stores.
i want to live in a place where bars are coffee shops by day and pubs by night.
i want to live in a place where you can pick strawberries and then make a pie that afternoon.
i want to live in a place where live music is impromptu and intimate.
i want to live in a place where the man is forgotten, and people have gone on with their lives, living in a place they created themselves, not inconsequentially structured by someone else. there is ownership, richness and pride in those places.
i want to live in a place where chain restaurants are taboo, and mom and pop still own the local eateries and grocery stores.
i want to live in a place where bars are coffee shops by day and pubs by night.
i want to live in a place where you can pick strawberries and then make a pie that afternoon.
i want to live in a place where live music is impromptu and intimate.
i want to live in a place where the man is forgotten, and people have gone on with their lives, living in a place they created themselves, not inconsequentially structured by someone else. there is ownership, richness and pride in those places.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
ANNOUNCEMENt!
i would just like to announce that my brother is reading my most beloved book: pride and prejudice!!!
and also that he's one of those really good english students that will actually read the entire book (unlike myself. i like to skim.) so therefore i can be confident that he is digesting the entirety of this lovely piece of literature.
the end.
and also that he's one of those really good english students that will actually read the entire book (unlike myself. i like to skim.) so therefore i can be confident that he is digesting the entirety of this lovely piece of literature.
the end.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
oregon... someday.
this video is beautiful. this magazine is also beautiful. i wish i had the dollars to subscribe. if only i could live in the northwest and go on trips to the coast. [sigh]. seriously in love with everything this magazine is passionate about. check out the website for more fantastic videos!!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
australian
australian: so i would just like to say that you all should be very jealous of my intro to islam professor. he is Australian so it makes everything he says that much more interesting. he could turn out to be a terribly boring professor but he will ALWAYS be slightly LESS boring than any ol' american prof because of his glorious accent. the only way this could get better (actually it could get a lot better) is if he had a brit accent! sorry australians. and also sorry other UK countries. i wouldn't be able to understand any of your natives in a lecture hall. also his name is simon. and after i had first read this i immediately pictured a bald man. why? i don't know, but guess what. he is in fact bald. what a great intuition i have!
the hipster sport: i climbed yesterday. sunny took me. i felt very cool. in my climbing shoes and harness, listening to regina spektor on some climber's ipod. and also very silly at the same time. trying new things is stressful sometimes. the guy who fixed my brakes at the bike shop was there belaying climbers. you know how people you've seen before give you that knowing look but don't say anything. and then you keep catching their eyes as they look away because they're trying to place you... well that happened. one guy literally jumped, flew through the air, and grabbed onto the overhanging wall. he was a frickin acrobat. all in all very fun, though i was quite tuckered at the end. someday i'll be the coolest most awesome climber ever! maybe...
bipolar weather: i am sad that the weather turned sour. i wanted to wear my chacos with socks. despite fashion norms.
pride&prejudice: my roommate sunny discovered the gloriousness of pride and prejudice! the movie of course (i still have yet to convince any of my roommates to read it). after years of loving this book and idolizing elizabeth bennet, its protagonist, i thought i would eventually grow out of that certain way of thinking and move on. oh no. watching this movie again only assured me how much this fictional heroine has affected my thinking. i think the sudden holiday boom of engagements and unions has rekindled my personal satire towards relationships and such things. so pride and prejudice becomes all the more relevant in my life. i am still elizabeth bennet at heart, and now i doubt she will ever leave me.
~
the hipster sport: i climbed yesterday. sunny took me. i felt very cool. in my climbing shoes and harness, listening to regina spektor on some climber's ipod. and also very silly at the same time. trying new things is stressful sometimes. the guy who fixed my brakes at the bike shop was there belaying climbers. you know how people you've seen before give you that knowing look but don't say anything. and then you keep catching their eyes as they look away because they're trying to place you... well that happened. one guy literally jumped, flew through the air, and grabbed onto the overhanging wall. he was a frickin acrobat. all in all very fun, though i was quite tuckered at the end. someday i'll be the coolest most awesome climber ever! maybe...
bipolar weather: i am sad that the weather turned sour. i wanted to wear my chacos with socks. despite fashion norms.
pride&prejudice: my roommate sunny discovered the gloriousness of pride and prejudice! the movie of course (i still have yet to convince any of my roommates to read it). after years of loving this book and idolizing elizabeth bennet, its protagonist, i thought i would eventually grow out of that certain way of thinking and move on. oh no. watching this movie again only assured me how much this fictional heroine has affected my thinking. i think the sudden holiday boom of engagements and unions has rekindled my personal satire towards relationships and such things. so pride and prejudice becomes all the more relevant in my life. i am still elizabeth bennet at heart, and now i doubt she will ever leave me.
~
"I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."
- Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice
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