thank you christina:

these are dan eldon's journals, they are "filled with ephemera from his young life–newspaper clippings, food labels, call girl cards picked up in London phonebooks, and even grains of rice." I love seeing the inside of ideas, check them out at daneldon.org:

what a nice youtube account with pretty photos:

http://www.youtube.com/user/getsickkk

when was the last time you thought about: bill nye the science guy?

monday mornings.

1. having your regular offer to grab you some graeters for lunch.

2. sitting with him and reading a great article in the new york times

places that i live [am alive]:

i love flyers [thanks tyler]:

listen to this.

" Show me a Palm Pilot you can glue stuff into!" -Lyle Owerko

lyle owerko travels, takes photos, and journals [swoon]:

jenny lewis makes all my old questions resurface and thats all.

thanks gchat:

these are photos of russia in 1910 created by layering images taken with

blue, red, and yellow lenses (before color photography). cool huh?

(Sergei Mikhailovich Prokudin-Gorskii Collection (Library of Congress))

newspaper clippings i have been saving:

one beautiful photo of billie holiday

& one beautiful photo of jupiter's moon 'Io':

wonderful email headings:

all the words try to walk through the door at once.

ending up with no words spoken at all.

(nadav kander)

pretty things that mark bradford made:

sober sunday.

i bought this at a junk sale last year and just found it

while cleaning out an old purse. read closely, it is priceless:

literally, things i love today:

that my tomatoes are ripening:

the black eyed susans in my mama's garden out back:

the way my mama hangs flowers to dry:

when my morning glories vine on the fence:

a thing i don't love; the sight of my bike robbery:

oh and i do love this little gem [which i found in my mom's iphoto]:

and check this out.

the work radio was reaching way back today:

this is the start of something good//Don't you agree?//I haven't felt like this in so many moons//You know what I mean//And we can build through this destruction//As we are standing on our feet

so, since you wanna be with me//You'll have to follow through with every word you say//And I, all I really want is you//you to stick around//I'll see you everyday//But you have to follow through

These reeling emotions they just keep me alive//They keep me in tune//look what I‘m holding here in my fire//This is for you

[[its strange. i remember being fifteen in owen's car and closing my eyes to these words. hm. i still agree.]]

i should have shared this awile ago:

confession of the day: i have been following this blog all summer and have been selfishly keeping it a secret. its wonderful/a life i could live and smile every night in bed.

theo-gosselin[.blogspot.com]

today i love:

1. hearing my brother playing the punch brothers for his friends

2. and:

my mama is mine [great song, great people]

appalachia:

seven ways to fall back in love with your hometown:

1. walk home from work with your dad

2. convince your boss to let you have a bake sale

3. make rumcake

4. ride your bike to yoga and know three moms on the spot

5. sit in your aunt's house and listen to you cousins giggle while reading in the living room

6. find an uptown crush and swoon

7. challenge your brother to eat at all 43 taco trucks on the west side

circles.

feeling yucky today until this:

things on my bedroom floor [that i love]:

pretty photo by elliot erwitt:

a journal page from david mitchell:

the punch brothers:

scraps and keys:

why i moved home:

beautifulness:

and: