secret billboards

Life doesn't work if you don't know who you are.

adventures on the cam

punting, ya'll

mid-afternoon crowd

gosh, i miss k.




golly, i wish they were here.

bookish

the last 5 books i read:
1. mrs. dalloway - virginia woolf
2. the day of the jackal - frederick forsyth
3. raven black - anne cleeves
4. the queen's fool - philippa gregory
5. good in bed - jennifer weiner

the next 5 books i want to read:
1. the book of the dunn cow - walter wangerin
2. c.s. lewis' space trilogy
3. when you are engulfed in flames - david sedaris

wine and cigars in the park

birthday pleasantries

We went to the nearby park yesterday to hurrah the gorgeous weather, and I can't think of a better way I would have wanted to celebrate my birthday here. I adore the parks here because everyone makes such good use of them; i.e. plenty of sporadic and spontaneous plopping down and rolling around on the grass, essential for park-grazing. We did our share of plopping down and rolling about, using our curtains and R.'s Hawaiian bedsheets as a picnic blanket, which worked out better than anticipated (minus one tiny incident...).

And I had a birthday cake! with firecrackers, and a renegade group of kids passing through the area singing me 'Happy Birthday', very loudly. We smoked cigars with our shiraz and chocolate, and had long and lagging conversations about films, religion and song lyrics until it got dark.



So now to further commemorate my 25th year of surviving on this planet, i decided to write up The List of things I hope to accomplish within this next year:

1. Learn how to play ukulele.
2. Get good grades for my 2L year.
3. Learn how to paint with oils.

It should make for an interesting year...i'm glad it's here.
25, here i come!

a fine frenzy

i have the biggest girl-crush on alison sudol, a.k.a. a fine frenzy.



she has the most tremendous but subtle voice, her performances are spot-on, and she is ga-ga-gorgeous. c'mon now.

http://www.afinefrenzy.com/

handmade postcards

a quasi-grown up blog

Due to the fact that everytime i try to sign in to xanga they demand cookies, I'm moving to blogger.

Cookies, goodness.