heading out, curiously. moments and fresh air to capture and inhale. farmer’s market goodness. comfortable jeans and clogs kind of friday. today. (psst veronica, the striped hat is from baby gap)
so, i mentioned that i am taking steps to talk with my mother again - it’s been four years. i’m not sure why i mention the number of years because it feels more like an extended pause than actual time. sadly, it takes real concentration to recall what she looks like, the sound of her voice, how she carries herself when she walks. those gorgeous brown eyes! and yet no effort at all to recall the depth of the hurt. the best i can come up with there is something missing in my life, my body, my mind, my everything. you know, a hole. a hole that i’m increasingly aware needs to be filled with something good. a combination of a patch of warm sun on a winter day, the comfort of coming home after a vacation and a song that you just can’t get enough of. like i said, something good and nurturing. the struggle? i wonder that and often! the struggle as far i as can tell is that i am not sure if my mother or the idea of a mother drives my curiosity. and if it’s the latter, i could be setting myself up for more disappointment. stay tuned. i am working on a letter to her. this will be a slow process. much slower steps than i am taking in this video. much slower.
listening // black & blue (tiga remix) // mike snow
counting down to the weekend with this…happily.
i share at least one thing in common with the lovely ellen - we kinda love the old school bookstore in my neighborhood. said bookstore is 4 blocks from my apartment and you can find me there every saturday and sunday with a cup of tea and a stack of reading - you know, weekend homework. ellen lives two hours away and let’s just say she’s the sharp one and the taller one from what i can tell. all of that, and she just tipped me off that this guy will be at my bookstore this weekend! guess where i will be at 4 o’clock on saturday? tough call when you’re not sure if you have a bigger crush on a cute, funny guy or his cute, witty fiance.
seek shimmer, shine. taken today at UO in harvard square.
First impressions of the Droid
Last night at about 6:30 I left the office to trek over to Tribeca and meet Rosie Siman from Cake Group. Rosie and Cake are the PR firm for Motorola Droid. Rosie was really nice — she was willing to come by my office to drop a Droid — but I figured I’d come to her instead. She was, after all, giving me the hottest phone out there for free.
I’d like to quickly thank Rosie, Cake Group and Motorola for the phone. You guys are awesome! When I called to activate the phone the Verizon sales guy couldn’t believe I had a Droid… he was like “How’d you get it so early? I can’t even get one yet!” He told me that he’d just spent $400 to fly a friend into town to hang out with him, but that he was going to drop another bunch of cash on a Droid. He was like “I’m going to have to keep my debit card at home for a week after I do this. But I’ve got to do it.”
I unpacked the phone in the elevator. People were looking at me a bit funny — can’t you do that later? — but I couldn’t wait. My initial impressions were good. The phone’s a bit bigger than an iPhone and a bit clunkier. But the build quality feels really solid. It feels good in your hands.
This, I think, is the bottom line: the iPhone is infinitely more elegant than the Droid, but the Droid just works better. (much more here)
love. it can get a little tangled, complicated at times. it can also reveal unreal amounts of goodness. daring to be open to the complicated times means that you’re able to receive the good as well…
listening // sunshine // mos def
a sunny friday in boston. my love for weekend goodness…
enough said.
Life-logging camera brings new hope for memory-loss patients - CNN.com
Oh man I totally agree with this - I am working on six months of day-to-day recaps of late. I fell behind because of all my moving, but because of Foursquare and Twitter, it’s proving SUPER EASY to remember what i did every day.
interesting. i like this. somewhat related: i’ve been taking self pictures for years and of my travels around town and nothing conjures of a distinct memory of a moment more than a photo (for me)…i can look at a photo that i took a few years ago and probably tell you how i was feeling on that day and potentially what i ate or the music i listened to…
