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Songs for the moment

Most of the time I like to think of sining this to a particular point on my life,not really a person but a situation. Or I think of a good time singing this to me, if that makes sense.




and this is just beautiful.

Caught up in things, you know?

It is the end of the school year for many people out there. As for me, it is the closing of my first year of college. It is an end to the tumultuous existence that I call on campus living. And so, with the added hubbub of final papers and exams, I must also move out of my small space that I have somehow crammed so many knick-knacs into. This process results in a great deal of trash, not just from me, but from all who are going through a similar situation as you could guess. And now to the point, which is that while throwing out some assorted garbage and recyclables I stumbled upon a calender.

This calender

Happiness by Robert Doisneau


he is famous for his black and white Parisian street scenes, catching the innocent joy of precocious children, or the love and humor of the common man and woman.

I wanted to share this story not only because I enjoy the calender I know own, but because of how I came across such lovely images. I stopped being caught up in my own waste, and I found something lovely. I kindly advise you to sometime do the same

strangers

One of my last days in San Francisco, I was reading in the sun at Dolores Park. A group of young people walked by, announcing to everyone at the top of their lungs that a water balloon war would commence in half an hour. Anyone brave enough was welcome to join. If you know me, you know I am incredibly shy. I knew this was something I did not want to miss, however, and I stowed my book away in my purse and quickly walked up the hill towards their headquarters. I may never see these people again, but my afternoon was made that much more interesting just because I was willing to break free of my shell and get soaked with total strangers. I documented the event with my oktomat action camera:

yeah, what patrick said

"In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused."
-Ernest Hemingway

So don't let the bruises, bumps, scrapes and broken hearts get in your way.

TO MY BEST FRIEND IN THE UNIVERSE ON HIS BIRTHDAY

"symmetry"
thank you for being my best friend. for calling me to tell me you punched a bus. for lifting my spirits. for sharing your world view with me. for cooking me quesadillas. for giving me piggy back rides. for being my brother. for sharing your secrets. for understanding and encouraging me. for laughing at me and for listening to me. for your weird, planned laughs. for your green shoes. for your obsession with soul music and strong female characters. for saying poop all of the time. if there were best friend marriage, i would ask you to be my best friend husband, but there is no such thing, so you are just my best friend patrick. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! THANK YOU KAREN AND TOM GILL FOR FUSING YOUR CELLS TO CREATE PATRICK GILL 19 YEARS AND 9 MONTHS AGO TODAY!

I don't want to be careful, I want to feel alive.

Ruth Fisher
I will always love Ruth Fisher



I am watching the first two seasons of Six Feet Under




call me if you have my number
we can watch it together