Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
first photo by Nikaela (a person I have never met, but admire)
“Wonderful a fistful of snow in the mouths
of men suffering summer heat
Wonderful the spring winds
for mariners who long to set sail
And more wonderful still the single sheet
over two lovers on a bed.
I like quoting ancient verses when the occasion is apt. I remember most of what I hear, and I listen all day but sometimes I do not know how to fit everything together. When this happens I cling to words or phrases which seem to ring true”
- John Berger, To The Wedding
That feeling when you open a book and love it from the very first page. For Christmas, I asked for books. I knew, though, that they’d be staring at me from my bookcase all semester, tempting me to ignore my assigned readings. The day after my last exam, I had to pick which one I wanted to start my summer with. I didn’t pick this one, but today seemed like a pretty apt occasion to open it up, if only for the title…
Still doesn’t feel real, but Jo proposed to me on Sunday. I’ve been walking around the last two days holding back uncontrollable smiling. Never thought anything could make us feel closer, but I think it’s happened. It feels like it did 6 years ago, in the beginning. Chills running through my skin at the touch of his hand in public, the accidental grazing of feet under a table sending an electrical current through to the tips of my fingers. It’s an incredibly personal feeling and yet one that is magnified when sharing it with all the other loves in your life. Both of us agree that the best has been breaking the news to each of our friends and our families. I’ve never seen so much excitement from my family ever - and they are quite excitable. They all jumped up and screamed at the news - in a volume that could only be expected from a group of italians. My nonna burst into tears on the spot, ran inside and whipped out a tray of champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t stop laughing at the reaction but have never felt so close to them.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
My blood was buzzing as I walked home from my very last shift at simply biscotti last night. I got so excited for the summer days ahead that, when I got home, I didn’t sleep. Seriously though - I tried, but my mind was going crazy imagining all the things I wanna do in the next 3 months. So much yoga, bike rides, shows, lying in the sunshine and lake swimming it’s gonna be amazing. Not to mention 2-3 solid weeks in Vancouver with two of the most amazing people on this planet. At 5 am, the excitement and a crazy bagel craving got me up for good and I officially gave up trying to sleep. Bagels, man. Those are more things to look forward to.
— also, this picture always makes me laugh because of the thumb in the way. somehow makes it better. represents the moment. oh, parents taking pictures.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud, que de nos tristesses il s’en fait des manteaux.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
just wanna go to italy already! c’mon school, let’s wrap this up.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Pero el examen le reveló que no tenía fiebre, ni dolor en ninguna parte, y lo único concreto que sentía era una necesidad urgente de morir. Le bastó con un interrogatorio insidioso, primero a él y después a la madre, para comprobar una vez más que los síntomas del amor son los mismos del cólera.
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
Britt and I, on my break at work, a few hours before she hopped on a plane back to Vancouver.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Between lovers there is that something to be said, but what gets said is either too much or too little, never the one living word.
Edna O’Brien, House of Splendid Isolation
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Well I wouldn’t kick her outta bed for eatin’ doritos! @chanttison
Love that you posted this, Arv. Best famille in the world.
Also, Elizabeth and I have the same colour legs!