Make new friends but keep the old

If you are single there is always one thing you should take out with you on a Saturday night: your friends. - Carrie Bradshaw

When I think of home

The Golden Gate Bridge, Peets Coffee, Tagliaferri's Deli, The China House, Nala, Elliott, Bolinas, Stinson Beach, Sausalito, In N Out, Petaluma, Sonoma, Muir Woods, hippies, Haight thrift stores, my favorite café in the Haight, The Giants, Berkeley, driving to see Melanie in Santa Clara, Mt. Burdell, beer pong, redwood trees, eucalyptus trees, frozen yogurt, Cafe Bangkok, Spengers, Mrs. Doubtfire, Dad watching TV on the couch, Vanessa, Hani, Sophia, Keona, Natalia, Middletown, organic everything or nothing at all, "hella", Whole Foods, Trader Joes, getting the Christmas tree on the 2nd Saturday in December, Boulevard cinemas, the Rafael Theater, downtown San Rafael, Wine Country, Black Point, Chinatown, Pride of the Mediterranean, Urban Outfitters on Chestnut St., seagulls, homecooked meals by Mom, summertime, so much more

Thanks, Kundera

Franz shook his head. "When a society is rich, its people don't need to work with their hands; they can devote themselves to activities of the spirit. We have more and more universities and more and more students. If students are going to earn degrees, they've got to come up with dissertation topics. And since dissertations can be written about everything under the sun, the number of topics is infinite. Sheets of paper covered with words pile up in archives sadder than cemeteries, because no one ever visits them, not even on All Souls' Day. Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity. That's why one banned book in your former country means infinitely more than the billions of words spewed out by our universities." - The Unbearable Lightness of Being 

Ode to Amélie

"Vous n'avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vos cogner à la vie."

I could watch Amélie over and over again and never get sick of it and never cease to be amazed by Amélie Poulain and the people in her life.

Down from 3 cups a day to 1 cup a day today and it was this morning. I'm so proud. But it's 1:51 am and I'm still wide awake. Maybe caffeine isn't the culprit for my insomnia.

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to tast your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in
You are the moon that makes the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tempt my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl
Howl, howl

Now there's no rolling back, I'm aching to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness

And howl, howl
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters

A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

I want to be Florence

    

She gives us gingers a sexy name.

I always wanted to be a Tenenbaum.

"I think we're just gonna to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Ritchie."

4 am

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

Got my mind made up

Now won't you run and tell your boyfriend
Tell him don't hold his breath for me
I've got some money I was saving
Got some hearts that I'll be breaking
Know someday they'll make a martyr out of me
I know someday they'll make a martyr out of me

She's so fine

And I like sometimes to wave it high
Up where everyone can see
I'm a lady
Got my mind made up
Got my mind made up

I know I spend magic reel it out
Try to hold a light to me
I'm a lady
Got my mind made up
Got my mind made up

I like to watch the way the wind blows
What does it know that I don't yet
Ooh, oh, look so pretty now
You're just so sweet
Let's see how far you can get
See just how far you can get

She's so fine

And I like sometimes to wave it high
Up where everyone can see
I'm a lady
Got my mind made up
Got my mind made up

I know I spend magic reel it out
Try to hold a light to me
I'm a lady
Got my mind made up
Got my mind made up

Dreams are gone
And the dreams are gone
No one said, no
No one said
Make something with what's in your head
And the dreams are gone
And the dreams are gone

When we are dancing...

New point of view

Photo taken from the Sartorialist

L'excessive

Je n'ai pas d'excuse,
C'est inexplicable,
Même inexorable,
C'est pas pour l'extase, c'est que l'existence,
Sans un peu d'extrême, est inacceptable

Je suis excessive,
J'aime quand ça désaxe,
Quand tout accélère,
Moi je reste relaxe
Je suis excessive,
Quand tout explose,
Quand la vie s'exhibe,
C'est une transe exquise

Y'en a que ça excède, d'autres que ça vexe,
Y'en a qui exigent que je revienne dans l'axe,
Y'en a qui s'exclament que c'est un complexe,
Y'en a qui s'excitent avec tous ces "X" dans le texte

Je suis excessive,
J'aime quand ça désaxe,
Quand tout accélère,
Moi je reste relaxe
Je suis excessive,
Quand tout explose,
Quand la vie s'exhibe,
C'est une transe exquise

Je suis excessive,
J'aime quand ça désaxe,
Quand tout exagère,
Moi je reste relaxe
Je suis excessive,
Excessivement gaie, excessivement triste,
C'est là que j'existe.
Mmmm, pas d'excuse, pas d'excuse

Le Paradis

"J'avais trouvé ma religion : rien ne me parut plus important qu'un livre. La bibliothèque, j'y voyais un temple." - Jean-Paul Sartre

"She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village." - Roald Dahl

Falling, yes I am falling

A fun twist on a classic

San Francisco dreamin'

"You wouldn't think such a place as San Francisco could exist. The wonderful sunlight there, the hills, the great bridges, the Pacific at your shoes. Beautiful Chinatown. Every race in the world. The sardine fleets sailing out. The little cable-cars whizzing down The City hills. And all the people are open and friendly." - Dylan Thomas

 

When the rain washes you clean you'll know

I think most girls with fathers who are third generation San Franciscans grow up not only listening to Fleetwood Mac, but invariably wanting to be as bad ass as Stevie Nicks. I certainly did and still do. This song and "Landslide" still get me every time I listen to it.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

"We can never know what we want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come...There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No 'sketch' is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture." - Milan Kundera