p.s.

Okay so, I've continued my research and Carroll's photography isn't as great as I originally thought. It gets a little sad and creepy. It's strange how some things can completely taint the way you look at the rest.


I miss you xoxo

I'm sitting in the Bean right now. It moved! It's now right next to the Strand bookstore. Which is too bad for C and T, but kind of exciting for me.

I'm working on an essay for my literary method class. It's all about childhood sexuality in the Victorian era. The reason I mention it is because I'm basing a large part of my research in the writing and photography of Lewis Carroll. Minus the potential child love affairs, I think he's the perfect blend of you and I. His photography is so great! I'm sure you've seen it, but I'm going to share it with you.

Seattle Adventures and Syllabi

Well it didn't rain the whole time I have been in Seattle until we decided to go camping. Wow did it start poring this morning and we all got soaked! But it was beautiful and I love the trees and THE OWLS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM. Here is just a bit of what I have been up too lately...

I found this amazing tiger and wanted to share it with you. I want one. I also want to be the lady in pink.

Here is my Grandpa!

Who misses you? Buddy!

Royal in his new home, he very much likes the orange chair.

THE ADVENTURES IN HOTEL PUBLIX

One night we went ghost hunting in an abandoned hotel Jack and Tiff are making a movie in.

Heather got married. 

Don't these ladies I'm with look so beautiful! Mom, Jane and Sherry are glowing.

Well now that I have caught you up I have to go back to writing my syllabi for the two classes I will be teaching and I'm really feeling nervous about. I talked to Kristin and she told me that I can just pretend to be a teacher and dress in a teacher outfit and that will make me feel better. She says that everyone is just pretending anyway. I like to think of it that way.  So whenever you are feeling nervous just pretend that you already know exactly what you are doing and everything is going to be great. Como va tu clase de espanol? Que estudias? Literatura? Te mando mill besos...

Where I've been since I last saw you

Birthday Dinner with you

The sweet sweet English ladies

Duncan and Clan

We got these crazy pedicures that are big over there. Fish eat the dead skin off of your feet...

This was a sculpture above the place where a saint was murdered in the Cathedral in Canterbury

Sisters on Different Seasides

Today I woke up and missed you so much. I think it may have had something to do with the fact that I went to read under the water tower where we ate lunch together a year ago. That doesn't seem so long ago. I know people always say things like this, but I'm going to say it anyways. Think about it. All the things that have happened, and yet that water tower felt much the same. You graduated with a masters, you moved across the country, you finished a thesis...the list goes on. When I think about all those things, I feel like it has been a long year full of events, but when I think of eating a sandwich and ginger ale with you, it feels like a minute has passed--only where did you go?
I wonder if we passed the house I'm living in now? I wonder if the Bard kids we bumped into along the way were people I got to know that year? I wonder if a year from now won't feel so long ago again.
This upcoming school year is scaring me more than any other I've entered. So many things are coming to a decisive pinnacle. It's wonderful and inspiring and yet the stress is debilitating at times. I suppose you felt like this last year with the end of SVA looming, and I suppose it all worked out quite well for you. I mean, look at where you are now. You're teaching photo classes. I'm going to keep using you as my inspiration--like I always do.

Riding the Train

So on the train the other day I finally decided to wear my headphones and listen to something on my ipod. I never do this because I like to know what is going on around me, who is saying what. But I was feeling like, why not? Everyone else is listening to something and it looks fun, and today I don't want to listen to the people around me. So I put them on and started listening to This American Life, the episode about sleep trouble...  soon I was that crazy person on the train that was laughing to herself!!  One of the stories was told by a stand up comedian and it was hilarious and I was having a war with myself trying not to laugh. I kept taking out the ipod and stopping it until I had myself under control, then feeling like I could keep my cool and putting the show back on... then feeling uncontrollable giggles coming up again. Needles to say, I have not listened to my ipod again on the train.

Remember when we discussed this?

There’s Melinda who likes her coffee brown. She doesn’t care what you put in it--just so long as it’s brown.

Joey drinks black coffee, but of course, coffee is never really black.

Sara prefers sugar--two cubes (she doesn’t mess around with packets or bowls)--and just a splash of milk.

Kathleen drinks lattes.

Bradford takes cream and sugar.

Then there’s Penelope drinking her coffee with cinnamon and milk. She likes half and half, but it’s rarely in her fridge.

Samson also likes his coffee with spices. He drinks a cup full of caffeinated oregano!

Lola prefers sugar, but will take some coffee to be polite.

The same goes for Lenny with the cream. Coffee is really just an excuse to drink half and half.

Chandler is another cream and sugar boy.

Sam has cappuccinos ever since he vacationed in Italy.

Wendy whips her cream and watches it melt in the cup. She likes how slowly the dark lightens this way.

Tammy drinks her coffee with 1% milk.

Jed with a shot of whiskey.

Jim with Baley’s.

And Mindy with tequila!

The Boysen twins drink no coffee and will refuse it if you ask.

Valentine would like to drink his coffee black, but he really can’t stomach it yet.

Benny secretly loves weak coffee. Growing up, his mother brewed the family coffee with two strainers, so the taste reminds him of her.

Jenny will go to the store to buy the milk herself if it isn’t there.

(More will come)