song.
i've always loved bon iver.
poet.
so inspiring to read young talent.
goal.
read more classics. i just finished east of eden and i loved it.
time of day.
right between when you can see by daylight and when it's just dark enough you can't anymore.
b
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
yummy!
you all know i love food. i thought i'd share will you all a few of my favorite foodie websites! i've slowly been collecting these guys in my bookmarks menu, which is now heavily skewed in favor of food and pretty food pictures. have fun!
also... mojito party anyone? how about watermelon mojitos? um, yes. did i mention i live directly above a pool?
orangette
i love this site and am totally jealous of molly wizenberg. she's gorgeous, has written one book and is working on another, and also has this little project going on the side... i kind of want her life.
smitten kitchen
thanks mom! ever since she sent me this link, i have eagerly perused deb's site searching for inspiration and always finding it. i've already made a few of her recipes with awesome results. did i mention she also has a book deal and cooks in a 42 square foot kitchen in NYC? ya.
the blue hour
so no, not strictly food--but brian takes amazing photos, and they're often of food. even better. he's a coffee shop groupie like i am, and likes his film camera better than anything. i'm jealous of all of his dinner parties.
b
also... mojito party anyone? how about watermelon mojitos? um, yes. did i mention i live directly above a pool?
orangette
i love this site and am totally jealous of molly wizenberg. she's gorgeous, has written one book and is working on another, and also has this little project going on the side... i kind of want her life.
smitten kitchen
thanks mom! ever since she sent me this link, i have eagerly perused deb's site searching for inspiration and always finding it. i've already made a few of her recipes with awesome results. did i mention she also has a book deal and cooks in a 42 square foot kitchen in NYC? ya.
the blue hour
so no, not strictly food--but brian takes amazing photos, and they're often of food. even better. he's a coffee shop groupie like i am, and likes his film camera better than anything. i'm jealous of all of his dinner parties.
b
Monday, July 18, 2011
inspiration
so many things came together this weekend... friends from far away were all in one place, i had a random weekend day off, i found a new poet whose work is fresh and rooted and that i want to explore more. all of a sudden, because of company, conversation, shared meals--who really knows--i feel more inspired to do things, to sit down with a book i've been putting off, the make bread... even just to get up and start my day.
one of the things my writerly friends and i talked about this weekend was how difficult it is to feel inspired to write. we often write because we wish we wanted to, rather than writing because we feel the need to: the need to capture little things that happen, because we're inspired by a flower, or the way a child searches for a parent's hand, or the way that blackberry bushes smell like blackberries even when the fruit is hard and green on the vine. it doesn't come as easily now. partly, we're distracted/frustrated/exhausted by working. partly we feel guilty for having nothing to say. partly we're frustrated by our weak and whining attempts. mostly we just don't feel inspired. inspiration comes in waves, and the trough in between crests can often feel like a tunnel without that hopeful light that everyone talks (and writes) about.
i've had phases before where i didn't feel like i needed to search for inspiration; instead, it seemed to come from somewhere inside. like i was more sensitive somehow to the fall of light on the table and the emotions written on strangers' faces. sometimes just a tree limb waving in the wind would birth a poem. steinbeck called moments like this "glories." he also wrote that you could measure a man's life by the quality and number of his glories.
in my current phase i often feel like i have to drag inspiration out of the depths, or else shock it into being through some rage-and-awe campaign that tends to fizzle because i'm trying so hard. in terms of glories, i've been a pretty small person lately. inspiration is slippery and sly: it comes unannounced and unbidden, and disappears the moment you search for it.
i suppose all we can really do at moments like this is surround ourselves with inspiring things, and then hope one of them will take root in ourselves. i've long felt the need to surround myself with books, ideas, pretty things, projects, materials, and spaces to explore them just in case something caught light. i'm doing that still. here are a few things that are inspiring me of late:
-this amazing online magazine.
-making meals for friends.
-grocery shopping.
-blank leather journals. (so much space for things to happen in)
-intellectual conversations. (it's amazing how few and far between these seem after college)
-herbal water. (add mint, tarragon, basil, lavender, scented geranium, and so on)
-this young poet.
-carrying my film camera. (ever notice how everything starts looking like a photo?)
what inspires you lately?
b
one of the things my writerly friends and i talked about this weekend was how difficult it is to feel inspired to write. we often write because we wish we wanted to, rather than writing because we feel the need to: the need to capture little things that happen, because we're inspired by a flower, or the way a child searches for a parent's hand, or the way that blackberry bushes smell like blackberries even when the fruit is hard and green on the vine. it doesn't come as easily now. partly, we're distracted/frustrated/exhausted by working. partly we feel guilty for having nothing to say. partly we're frustrated by our weak and whining attempts. mostly we just don't feel inspired. inspiration comes in waves, and the trough in between crests can often feel like a tunnel without that hopeful light that everyone talks (and writes) about.
i've had phases before where i didn't feel like i needed to search for inspiration; instead, it seemed to come from somewhere inside. like i was more sensitive somehow to the fall of light on the table and the emotions written on strangers' faces. sometimes just a tree limb waving in the wind would birth a poem. steinbeck called moments like this "glories." he also wrote that you could measure a man's life by the quality and number of his glories.
in my current phase i often feel like i have to drag inspiration out of the depths, or else shock it into being through some rage-and-awe campaign that tends to fizzle because i'm trying so hard. in terms of glories, i've been a pretty small person lately. inspiration is slippery and sly: it comes unannounced and unbidden, and disappears the moment you search for it.
i suppose all we can really do at moments like this is surround ourselves with inspiring things, and then hope one of them will take root in ourselves. i've long felt the need to surround myself with books, ideas, pretty things, projects, materials, and spaces to explore them just in case something caught light. i'm doing that still. here are a few things that are inspiring me of late:
-this amazing online magazine.
-making meals for friends.
-grocery shopping.
-blank leather journals. (so much space for things to happen in)
-intellectual conversations. (it's amazing how few and far between these seem after college)
(from sequimblog.com)
-lavender and lavender cotton.-herbal water. (add mint, tarragon, basil, lavender, scented geranium, and so on)
-this young poet.
-carrying my film camera. (ever notice how everything starts looking like a photo?)
what inspires you lately?
b
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
time off
time off means having the time to make a real breakfast and sit down to enjoy it. (this morning: coffee and a fried egg on toast with avocado and salsa.) time to listen to the radio story about biodynamic farming. time to finish long delayed projects. (the flier for the 100 mile diet is finally done! what do you think of the logo?)
time off means time to scrub the bathroom until it shines instead of grimes. time to find new favorite things online, here and here. time to go to the beach with friends. time for bad mexican food on the way home from an ocean dip. brrr.
b
time off means time to scrub the bathroom until it shines instead of grimes. time to find new favorite things online, here and here. time to go to the beach with friends. time for bad mexican food on the way home from an ocean dip. brrr.
b
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
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