February 2011
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“If I know only one thing, it’s that everything I see of the world outside is so...”
– Fleet Foxes, “Helplessness Blues”
January 2011
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FCKYEAHFOXES
the title (a text message sent from bert to me) pretty much sums it up.
there’s nothing better than waking up on a monday morning to go to school. psych. anyway, i woke up at a lovely 9:15 and threw on some shorts, fully anticipating the 74 degree high for today - only to be greeted by a mid fifty something. sweatshirtless. it was a tad disappointing. i learned about demand curves and drank...
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the king's speech
was an awesome movie.
bert had told me that it was up for 12 oscar nominations and that one of his favorite football columnists had recommended it in a recent article, but that didn’t do it 100% for me. the conversation went mostly as follows -
emily: but what is it about?
bert: i don’t know, really. it’s kind of a drama, but not really. i think it’s a feel good...
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so long, mighty kid.
you’re a REAL WOMAN now.
for the first time ever in my eighteen years of uninhibited american diet life, i just finished a mcdonald’s 10 piece chicken mcnugget box, singlehandedly. though we needn’t forget the medium fries and large dr pepper, it was these ten crispy golden nuggets that have kept me in drive-thru order limbo for years now, and i’ve finally conquered a boxful. 1000 milligrams of...
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it was a bad wind
This was one of the first pictures I took on the way in to Acoma, New Mexico, about two years ago now. Of all (five? six?) years of exploring the Southwest with my family, this place was one of my absolute favorites. A small bus drove us to the top of the mesa, where the skies really were as blue as these, and there was a serenity unlike anywhere else I’ve had the pleasure of being. Only a...
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It’s been almost two years since the story of the field began, with baby pink flowers and a guitar I couldn’t play.
When we found the field, two things happened after that first, bashful kiss: I began to paint, and you left. Filling paper after paper with rainbow watercolor, I refused to wash out the cup that contained all the colors our story had always been bathed in. It...
THIS
is a total secret. bert doesn’t even know i have this tumblr yet, and well, bert pretty much knows all. I SHALL FOLLOW NO ONE - until i get my HTML on with this new interface, concoct a batch of my happiest pictures, and find peace with this new social networking situation.
shhhhhhhhhh.
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( 1.26 - okay, so bert knows now. no use keeping a secret for too long; we are like peas and...