i intend to

(the original)

(my favorite)

take us back

no wonder, no wonder

other half

strange steps

heels turn black

the cinders, they splinter

and light the path

and these strange steps

trace us back, trace us back

flow sweetly

hang heavy

you suddenly complete

me

hysteric

yeah yeah yeahs

eye of the beholder

approx. 5 AM question from one of my best friends: what is beautiful?

granted, it was super late/early and we were already half asleep. granted, i think i replied with some semi-conscious tangent about perception and what kind of value we see in something that makes it beautiful to us. but it's really a good question. it has me stumped.

to a point, my sleeping mind had it right, i think; it's all about what we see. a perfect white egg is beautiful because it's identical to all the rest in the carton. an antique piece of furniture is beautiful because it's well-loved and has character. fire is beautiful because it's dangerous. gemma (above) is beautiful because she is one of my ideas of perfection.

i don't have anything to conclude with really, because i don't think there's an answer. but it's still pretty cool to think about.

decide

we all decide

how to draw the line

we've all got something to hide

stairs suprise

glazes of any size

we've all got something to hide

we've all got something to hide

well wait, wait

we're gonna see what comes after

nothing to hide

yo la tengo

new

i'm gonna rip it up

tear it out

gotta get it off of my soul

home of the brave

spiritualized

soft

i like restraint, if it doesn't go too far.

-mae west

dog days

i don't want to promise myself

or anyone else

anything.

i want to see how this goes

when i focus,

get sleep,

and just

take it easy.