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.
Astral Delirium
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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.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Haiku Tuesdays
Along with practicing my Downward-facing-dog I thought I could make a new Haiku every Tuesday. I tried writing one everyday while I was in Italy, but that quickly deteriorated, once a week seems less intimidating... Feel inspired? Leave a Haiku comment!
drinking sweet red wine
will make us miss the theater
but its so worth it.
my mind is broken
it thinks only the same thoughts:
sleep, eat and repeat
why do people live
in places that are so cold
icicle fingers
plastic grocery bags
do you know that i hate you?
you are every where.
Marilyn monroe
how do you like them apples?
i think they're bitter
I think i want it
to be alone with my thoughts
but thats not the truth.
la mia testa
e` piena con frasi
che non fa senso!
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