jolie laide
I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
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love - luv - lurve this image, and the words that go with it
did I ever tell you how remarkable your vision is?
yeah, i'm gonna second rm with this one.
wish you were there! Me and my other co-workers, earnest non-profiteer do-gooders with no make up and flat shoes just could not stop laughing and pinching ourselves.
The marching band (from an all-girls Catholic school. sweet!) the clowns, the balloons from the Thanksgiving parade...I mean what in the world does this have to do with ameliorating generational poverty and rectifying social injustice?
Ah hell, I don't know. But marching bands always make me positively retarded with joy. Is it the sousaphone? Or the drum line? Or the funky break with the chorus of xylophones? Oh, I reel with giddy stupefaction! I hope you do too!
Have you ever seen The Other Sister? No I'm going to think of Giovanni Ribisi and you next time I hear a marching band...
I was once in a marching band. It produced that kind of giddiness in me, too.
oooohhhhh I am falling behind in the master geek race. Crap. At the risk of dropping off the charts--What instrument did you play?
Aha! I just remembered, when we had to write an essay on our hero in junior high, I picked Itzhak Perlman. Whoo! 1 geek point! (?)
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