c'est la vie

Monday, June 25, 2012

 -artwork above by the talented danny roberts-

I love reading other people's schedules. The way in which different personalities use limited (or unlimited) hours in a day just somehow fascinated me. I very much doubt that anyone follows such a precise schedule as featured in big glossy zines ... it seems too robotic, too monotonous. Things happen, life happens. I have never once completely followed a pre- written schedule. And that's more than o.k. Schedules are merely what i might wish to accomplish, &will inevitably be twisted and changed by procrastination and sparks of new ideas alike.

Monday, June 25, 2012.

 8:oo  ...  wake up to "part time believer" - boy &bear. get up to "the hours"- beach house.
 8:15  ...  breakfast. green tea and multi-grain waffle with blueberry jam and fresh fruit. mm. 
 9:oo  ...  short hike atop mt. davidson with S. surrounded by a city half consumed in sunlight, and fresh, unpolluted air
12:oo ...  blog roll- catch up on posts!

Wish to accomplish:  finally sit down and start A Tree That Grows in Brooklyn. Haven't felt focused enough to give this book the attention it deserves. Italy scrapbook/ art journal. Work on music festival water colors if time allows! And call R and W  for a much needed catch-up sess.   

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I often struggle with finding balance between a well-planned, productive day, and the freedom and spontaneity that youth is or at least should be. Hours pass by, searching fellow friends, bloggers, and artist's sites, just pondering their creations and seemingly inexhaustible energy. Although this time has not been wasted, I have forgotten to create with my own hands. And I again remind myself to produce, not only ingest. Finally in the last several hours, I finish more than I have all day. Then I reflect on the things that I could have/ should have done, and a serious case of if- only's come out like they only can at 2am. And so much time is wasted on these what-if's. People say to forget the past, presumably the negative aspects, and constantly move forward, but what are we without our past? And so the night ends with wondering and dreaming and thoughts of yesterday and tomorrow.  

This is just the way life is.

“Then indecision brings its own delays,
 And days are lost lamenting over lost days.
 Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;
 What you can do, or dream you can do, begin it;
 Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.”

-John Anster, 1835           

Gonna take you for a ride on a big jet plane

Thursday, June 21, 2012

"you'll never know if you don't go..." above photo via tuula 
 What I packed for Italy:

 Finally making time for these classics! Book reviews soon perhaps?

 those little orange bicycles
so excited to have picked up uppercase and kinfolk zines  

 Abroad 
Anyone else semi-obsessed with the title song? Absolutely the perfect space out, stare out the window, and think of everything-and-nothing track. Which I will be doing a lot of during the long, long train rides around the country. So when I post this, I should be somewhere near the end of our Euro-trip, hopefully having taken in as much Italian culture as possible.  I hope everyone has had a wonderful start of summer wherever you are. Stay up late into the night &run around barefoot during the day. Enjoy nature and take a break from technology. Unless you're leaving a sweet comment on your fellow blogger's posts. That's allowed:)  Ciao! 

 

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