eventually.

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. And then you think, “Is that sentence too long?” and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time.
- Richard Siken

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there...
-from Solipsist by Henry Rollins

just a most lovely day in Stirling.

the morning was turning my alarm off in my sleep, Rachel getting stuck outside the subway gate and boarding the wrong train. but boy , did the rest of the day deliver.


Stirling Old Town Jail. obviously.




views of Stirling from the Jail's top tower.


it looks like this is where the world ends.


such beautifully horrible rainy freezing weather that it doesn't matter you can't feel your fingers because your eyes are just too busy.


our jail tour guide.


meet George. i swore he was real so i hid my glance whenever we walked by for fear he'd jump out at me if i looked too hard.


she's fake also.


cemetery in Holy Rude Church behind the jail.


a carousel in the front yard of Stirling Castle. i swear.


screaming sugared children riding flying colors watching thousand year old stone fly by.


the girl with the red umbrella?
well we're just attached at the hip these days.


chocolate Mary Queen of Scots & Co.


Here in auld days
The wolf roam'd
In a hole of the rock
In Ambush lay.

there is such a thing, as chocolate overload.

step 1- 68% coco chips. do your best not to sneak them all between your lips.


step 2- let Adrian show you how to boil cream. the med student knows his stuff.


step 3- if the cream doesn't melt your chocolate properly, create a ghetto double boiler.


step 4- let ganache cool until it has a play-dough consistency. ours was the shiniest and we were very proud.


step 5- roll pieces of ganche into small balls and cover them in powder sugar and coco powder. you will have ten truffle coated digits.

this cooking class was so fun. duh, it was chocolate. but next time we're making Chili con Carne and we've been ordered to bring some American sass to the table.
will do, sir.

just something inherently American.

Young Lords: trying


Miley Cyrus: party in the usa



We Are Scientists: chick lit

Catch a Tuesday

basically the greatest thing i've ever seen.
Oliver People's new campaign with Zooey Deschanel and Matt Costa.

Matt Costa: path of destruction

we forgot to feed the spirit.

it's happening right now. everything we ever wanted.
but each day passes quickly without our realizing
yesterday and everyday before was cemented in a fear
we couldn't identify. in a loneliness we tried to ignore.
our youth soaked in the immobilizing efforts
of everyday, forgot to feed the spirit.
we stopped listening to the way rain and wind falls
around us. stopped watching the sun
light up our bodies. stopped holding onto the warmth
of capricious contemplation. stopped our search
for more.

all the while dreaming of a life that will let us feel
beyond the fettered efforts of our past. it's happening
right now. everything we ever wanted.

we have apples in our backyard?

lets celebrate! - ok i'll get the champagne, you get the water running.

i love this by Wildfox.

what i dream of when it rains.

when your only proof of signature is on your California driver's license...

"you call this a Johnson, don't you?" the convenience store attendant asked me
as i handed him my signature for coffee and milk.
"what, a Johnson? yes, well no. we call it a John Hancock. your John Hancock," i replied with a grin.
"something to do with the Forefathers, right?"
"yea, he was the first one to sign the Declaration of Independence and i guess it stuck because of that,"
i said smiling.
i smiled because i find comfort in being an American here. like i'm really not so far away because i am America here. that and because your "johnson" is something very different back home.

that's all the more exciting then, isn't it?

The Last Shadow Puppets -
the age of the understatement

there's plenty you haven't seen from your bedroom window.

Kelvin Grove Museum- Glasgow, Scotland

at some point, the exotic becomes the familiar.

you can actually watch the leaves as they fall.


almost pink.


WAVERLEY soft serve.


where's WALLY??


Scottish wedding party.


reminds me of Bernadette!