other bits of blog

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

distraction, dandelions, and sunlight

I honestly need a little distraction from my life right now, which is not going very well in many different ways.
Okay, that was, like, the understatement of the year.
Let's just say, for now, life sucks. In many indescribable ways.
So, last night, for a little break and a little distraction, I went for a walk, and took some photos...about two hundred photos. Which I have spent the last half hour editing and deleting and making awesomer (that's not a word, but whatever... :D).
And here they are, the shortened versions, for you.

First off, there were lots of dandelions on which I blew and blew and blew until—finally!—I blew it all off in one breath. And I made my wish. Somehow, though, I have a feeling it just won't come true.
On to a happier note, the dandelions looked really great with the dying sunlight, too.
The sunlight was gorgeous also, as you can tell, but here it is without the beautiful dandelions, just there and raw and glowing. Kind of like my heart, in a way.
And, of course, there were purple flowers and Rosie all the way, smiling at me the whole time.
Sometimes, I swear that it's people like Rosie who light up our lives, not the sun.
They certainly light up mine.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Alright, here we go!
For once, for once for once for once, this will not be a poetry blog. Or a photo blog. Or a story blog. Or whatever-else-you-call-this-blog blog.
This will me a music blog.
Or, more specifically, a really good music blog.
And, even more specifically, a short post about three


A.k.a., ADELE and The Civil Wars.

First off, ADELE is a British singer/songwriter gifted with an unearthly, raw voice that, personally, has melted my heart and made me this close to crying on the school bus. On the school bus!!?? How close to crying can you get when you are sitting on a smelly, leathery, loud bus? The answer: ADELE. Confident in herself and what she does, ADELE is my new favorite, I must say. There is just something to her voice that pulls me in and makes me want to listen, something that touches parts of my heart I thought were long buried in a funeral that was never properly honored, something that worms its way into my mind and sticks, grabbing hold and never letting go, telling me over and over again to go back to my iPod and just listen. Just feel the pulse and rhythm of her music, the fervent power of her voice, and the heartbroken memory of her songs. And the one more thing I can say is: just listen. Just listen.

So, of course, I go and research ADELE, and I find her website, and her blog. And then, on the latest post there, I find more music. More amazing, wonderful, heartrendingly stupendous music. The Civil Wars, a couple (do not get confused; they are not, I repeat, not husband/wife, partners, or anything like that) without any backup band. It's just them, a guitar and a piano, and their voices. Joy Williams, the woman, consists of a striking beauty and an even more breathtaking voice, rich and husky with an undertone of silk, and love, and pain. The other member of the band, John Paul White, is the same, complete with Johnny Depp looks and a spectacular, throaty and heartfelt voice that astounds my ears—they make such a gorgeous, poignant pair that it just blows me away. But now, I'll stop rambling and let you see what the critics have been raving about.

ADELE's "Rolling in the Deep" from her latest album, 21:

And another of ADELE's songs, "Someone Like You", also from 21, starting with a little interview with the artist herself:

Next, "Poison and Wine", The Civil Wars' best song (in my opinion) with beautiful cinematography and a wonderful video-plot:

"C'est la Mort", The Civil Wars' french, beautiful love song filmed live to give you a taste of their hilarious performances:

Happy? Good, I thought so. So am I. I mean, how much happier can you get when you've got music...music like this?
Answer: not much happier than this.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


I have one, single, crazy, apparently incomprehensible word for you:


a.k.a. vote. On the poll. On the right side of the blog. Below my ipod. There have so far been two voters. The others don't count because one of them was me and the other was a joke. So please, I want your feedback. Should I post or should I not post?

Vote. Comment. Email. Do whatever you want. But get that opinion to me.

And now, I'll leave, and you can go ahead and vote.



Thursday, May 5, 2011

discover: a story in pictures

On Saturday, your nieces' friends come over. And your dad and you take a little walk to the river behind your house—as an escape. But as you begin...well, let's just say you end up with everyone tagging along. That's you, your dad, and four grumpy little girls.
And of course, you notice that it's beautiful outside. And that your camera is at home. In your room. So of course you have to go get it. And once you're back to where you left everyone else, they're already long gone.
And of course, you end up running all the way down to the river, about a 20-minute walk.
But when you get there, it all pays off. You roll up your pant legs, turn on your camera, and begin.
It's beautiful, and sunny, and warm, and the water is ice-cold and wonderfully refreshing.
So is the mud.
Especially smeared all over your legs.
And your arms.
And your face.
Of course.
But not when you had to wash it off. In the ice-cold river.
Or when you were walking up, your feet squishing noisily in your shoes and your clothes caked and dirty.
Especially when your aunt—or your friends' aunt—is too busy taking self-centered pictures of herself for you to notice.
But her dad notices.
Of course.
And you walk up the hill. And into your house. And you sit on your bed, and change your clothes, and eat your dinner, and live.
But you're smiling,
because all the while,
all the insane, hilarious, beautiful, heartbreaking while,
you have been discovering