Showing posts with label today. Show all posts
Showing posts with label today. Show all posts
Thursday, May 6, 2010
une idée à creuser
Today is the right day for a shade tree and a white dress and heavy thoughts and a cold drink and too many adjectives all around. Today will be right for a night that's sweet with wisteria and jasmine and cooled by breeze from the open windows. And tomorrow is Friday and with it comes pocketfuls of possibilities.
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francophilia,
music,
today
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Dream Daze.
I had all sorts of crazy dreams last night which made it almost impossible to drag myself out of bed this morning. But then, driving over the bridge, everything was so foggy and hazy that I almost felt like I was still dreaming.
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My dreamy mood and the haze lasted all day. My drive home this evening pulled me right back into the clouds.
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And on the topic of dreamworlds, here's a behind-the-scenes look at the plans for Jonsi's tour, which looks nothing less than magical and otherworldly. It breaks my heart that this isn't coming anywhere near me.
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My dreamy mood and the haze lasted all day. My drive home this evening pulled me right back into the clouds.
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And on the topic of dreamworlds, here's a behind-the-scenes look at the plans for Jonsi's tour, which looks nothing less than magical and otherworldly. It breaks my heart that this isn't coming anywhere near me.
The making of Jónsi's live show: Part 1 from Jónsi on Vimeo.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Today I Like...
* My tall, black riding boots (Who am I kidding? I LOVE these every day.)
* morning drives over a foggy bridge
* hot coffee with sugar in my favorite mug
* layers of long silver necklaces
* funny text messages from friends near and far
* plans for holiday meals (Brussels sprouts sauted with bacon and shallots!)
* cataloging the treasures I gleaned from the thrift store this weekend
* Today's "The Writer's Almanac"...especially this part of Eleanor Lerman's poem, "What The Dark-Eyed Angel Knows":
and this quote from Margaret Anderson, whose birthday is today:
* morning drives over a foggy bridge
* hot coffee with sugar in my favorite mug
* layers of long silver necklaces
* funny text messages from friends near and far
* plans for holiday meals (Brussels sprouts sauted with bacon and shallots!)
* cataloging the treasures I gleaned from the thrift store this weekend
* Today's "The Writer's Almanac"...especially this part of Eleanor Lerman's poem, "What The Dark-Eyed Angel Knows":
"so why is it that all I can think of (and will think of through
the torrential rains to come and the howling night) is
you, sighing so deeply in the darkness, you and the smell
of you and the windswept curve of your cheek? If this
train ever stops, I will ask that dark-eyed angel, the one
who hasn't spoken yet. He looks like he might know"
and this quote from Margaret Anderson, whose birthday is today:
"I believe in the unsubmissive, the unfaltering, the unassailable, the irresistible, the unbelievable--in other words, in an art of life."
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