Happy Christmas!

I've been thinking...

 

Greta Garbo, Daido Moriyama, Old Homes, Atonement, 1940's England, Taxidermy, Norwegian Wood, Burt Uzzle, Andre, Vietnam, and Japan. I love it all.

Alcatraz, 1969

On this day forty years ago, a small group of Native American college students boarded a boat bound for Alcatraz. Why? To protest the miss treatment of the Native population and the relocation, and dispersal of many reservations across the country. But it was also because, the site was sitting in ruins, nothing was being done with it, and the students believed the site could be turned into a Native American learning institution or a place for their spiritual worship. What happened next was truly amazing, for 19 months the group stayed on the island, aided only by small outside contributions. 

I don't pretend to stand for anything, nor do I try and act as if I do. To be honest, I feel that my generation is a little too jaded and lost to really understand anything anymore. We are too concerned with our vanity and our material possessions to give a f**k. Could I live on a cold California island, for 19 months, without electricity or running water? I don't know... But I kind of wish I could believe in something enough to have the conviction too.

"It's easy to pass off the Alcatraz event as largely symbolic, but the truth is the spirit and dream of Alcatraz never died, it simply found its way to other fights,"

Candles

Sunlight, is the color I will miss the most. When my eyes grow old and I no longer see as I once did. Colors will dull, shapes will lose their hold, and light will seem transparent and shallow.

It feels as if the world is so sharp, so unreal, and distorted. 

Even my hands feel detached and strange....

as if a stranger controls them.

I finally watched Let the Right One In. It's amazing! I can't believe I let myself go this long without seeing it. I think, now I want to move to Sweden and live a quiet life in the Swedish Snow. 

Let the Right one In. 

I like the silent time you spend with yourself during winter so I'm very excited for its arrival. The seconds you spend looking out the window at the chill outside. It seems deafeningly quiet even in this crowded city. I'm excited for the holidays, I want to eat yummy food and see my family. I just have to get through these awful exams and then I will be set free. 

Isn't my little dress pretty? I've had it for a while, but I can never find a reason to wear it. I finally wore it to the opera last month and it made the expirence amazing. How is it that wearing the right thing always make a moment better. I saw Madame Butterfly, I almost cried at the end. 

"....She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies..." - Love in the Asylum, Dylan Thomas

Passive. I'm waiting for change.

Singa

"I love to singa!"

Does anyone else remember this cartoon? For months it was bothering me, recently my friend found it on youtube.... thank god for youtube!