sleepy limbs, sleepy head

gosh I'm tired. Library most of the day, with a short break for chef boyardee, and a quick trot around the gallery on campus after class. There's a new exhibit called "What Lies Beneath,"and the art students who created it researched and wrote short essays about the pieces focusing on one aspect (like form, technique, historical context, etc). None of the pieces were made by the students, and to my shack and awe, this dinky little Maryland school has a Dali! It was one from his series of women with drawers, but I cannot for the life of me remember the title. I'm definitely going back when I have more time to look around. 


I was planning on doing more pictures, but since I've been writing pretty much all day, and I'm really on a roll. I've been in a big funk this week, and while two self centered posts in a row is a bit much, I'd like to remind myself of more things that make me happy. 

• Rolling down hills. The "thump thump thump" of your limbs and head hitting the dirt at different times and angles. The smell and taste of freshly cut grass (or dried clippings) that cling to you like cigarettes. If there is one particular activity that defines summertime, it's this. And an active participant in my chronic "mysterious bruise syndrome"
• Words. How a slight rearrangement connotates a drastic difference in meaning. The loopholes, anatomy, sound, sensation, and symbol of these abstractions. Using them and reading them. During fits of procrastination I've been reading "A Course on General Linguistics" by Saussure, and it is blowing my mind. 
• Those nights that end in mornings, that can never be recreated, and that always consist of a Sheetz run and my torso half way out the window speeding down route 5 screaming Pearl Jam.
• Stars.
• Exploring woodlands and getting lost.
• harmonicas, banjos, mandolins, and murder ballads.
• twelve strings, six strings, slides and gutteral howls.
• grilled cheese sandwiches.
• American Moderist literature/poetry/manifestos
• camp fires, and how the smell of burnt cedar never washes out
• Watching the sun rise
• Being with the people that I love, and who love me, and all the warmth from those interactions
• wearing childrens clothing (without people even realizing)
• tin types, memento mori, and high collared blouses
• make-believe, dress-up, glitter, bubbles, and coloring books
• Going to the Point (our little beach at my school) in the middle of the afternoon, and not coming back home until the middle of the afternoon the next
• when people you enjoy come by unexpectedly
• The kinds of conversations that last for hours, but it only feels like five minutes have gone by
• chunky cardigans with big wooden buttons. The kind that always smell faintly of mothballs and laundry detergent, that you wear almost every day and are fraying on the sleeves and hem.
• drawing moustaches, monocles, and top hats on nearly everything I encounter
• singing. loudly. with my eyes closed. until I'm screaming. And possibly jumping around my room.
• the t-shits my mom passed down to me, that are soft and seem to smell like her even though she hasn't worn them since the late 70s/early 80s
• gel pens. especially the metallic ones.
• waking up refreshed, in time for a shower....or at least enough time to brush your hair.
• holding hands and junk like that.
• primal screaming.

I could go on, but I feel a lot more energized than earlier (must be all this positive energy!), so with this new found stamina, I shall continue working.

until then,

Claire. 

Introductions.

Beginnings are not my strongest point. Neither are endings, but I'm rather good at the middle parts when I really try. Even though I'm an English major (and therefore sick of writing articulate, fancy-pants, full paragraphs...agonizing over every comma and semi-colon (and misused ellipses, oops!) in my senior thesis), I enjoy list making. So here is a list, in no particular order, of things I enjoy. I aim to make this a picture blog, with various musings when I feel inclined. This is mostly to give me something interesting to do when my brains are too mushy for anything other than television and things that catch my attention. This is a rather new computer, so I don't have too many pictures at hand (not looking to dig out my external right now), but here are a few things that made it onto my hard drive that generally sum me up, at least well enough for initial introductions. We don't want to get too cozy too soon. (Brevity is not my strength, either). I wanted the pictures of me to be last, and have the pictures start at Santa Fe, but I can't rearrange the pictures....and error screen keeps popping up.

David Bowie dress up time

"Love Conquers All"

things that remind me of Catcher in the Rye

Patti Smith

BEARS

The subject of my senior thesis

"There's a fish in the percolator"

Katie Jane Garside, of Queen Adreena

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Santa Fe, New Mexico

(my first exercise in self sustainability)