Peanutbutter Pandemonium

This post's title is named after the Steward's ice cream flavor I had on the way home from my adventures this weekend with my adventure-er in crime Maria and I find it very fitting to describe my mind after the bombardment of art classics. We traveled over into the Berkshire mountains and somehow ended up in Impressionist Paris! The Sterling and Francine Clark Institute (aka The Clark) acts as a wormhole between here and France and if you stand long enough in front of Giovanni Boldini's art and squint in just the right light, you risk never returning.

The Spectrum

This post is dedicated to my good friend Claire who has inspired me to look for art dans la rue:

Cover Me

Shape Your Life

An interesting look at the work of Frank Lloyd Wright at the Guggenheim Museum

telephone

whatever happened

to the corded telephone?

now we just have this:

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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Whishy Washy Saturdays

I honestly couldn't complain. What 22 (and a half!) year old wouldn't love to have her nights and weekends free from the drudgery of work? I've been filling my time with book and movies (including an afternoon viewing of Date Night, which was hilarious despite the fact that there were only two of us laughing out loud--Americans are such inner-laughers, if laughers at all) But you know what they say about idle hands....

...they tend to bake cookies. and that my friends will make me fat. So I hope you will all enjoy the new plump me. It the meantime, enjoy photos of my early days in albany, when it wasn't so laborious to find labor positions.