I’ve been into weddings for years, but I’ve never seen a hedgehog ringbearer. Pretty darn cute.
photo via snippet and ink
He began his third autumn in Rhode Island, 1971.
Once more the leaves of the trees lost their chlorophyll, replaced by the shades he had left behind: vivid hues of cayenne and turmeric and ginger pounded fresh every morning in the kitchen, to season the food his mother prepared.
Once more these colors seemed to have been transported across the world, appearing in the treetops that lined his path. The colors intensified over a period of weeks until the leaves began to dwindle, foliage clustered here and there among the branches, like butterflies feeding at the same source, before falling to the ground.
- Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland
I bought new sneaks (New Balance Minimus), so I’m like one-quarter to one-third of the way toward my goal of starting to work out again.
This might be a gross question, but am I supposed to wear socks with these kicks?
Rory Gilmore’s Valedictorian Speech
I referenced this speech in a book review I just wrote, and then I read the speech, and now I am crying at my desk. The Lorelais Gilmore are my life inspiration. (Too corny? I can’t help it!) I’m thinking next year maybe i need to begin the Rory Gilmore Reading Challenge.
I’ve finally uploaded photos from the summer through on until now. I hate to post a photo of myself wearing less than a lot of clothing, and so pretend I’m not here, but just look at this pup. I met him at a friend’s ultimate frisbee tournament, and I swear I would give anything to live forever in this happiest moment—summertime and blissed out, with a cute, fluffy pup in my arms, sitting under the tiniest sunbrella, drinking beer and reading my book. I am having the worst seasonal depression—the cold and damp feels like this terrible, oppressive thing, and I am aching for the south, for home. I feel older, by a lot, and this low-level, ever-present sadness that, right now, feels a lot worse than the deep pits of despair where I used to find myself stuck. Please, can’t it be summertime, and can’t I be warm and hot and sticky, racing through that great city (like, come on, you know which one I mean), with my best friends right beside me?
I only post about my dorky love for Survivor in the context of cute boys on the show. These two brothers, Aras and Vytas, are so hunky to me. Swoon.
(I’ve always dreamed of being on the Amazing Race, but lately I can’t stop thinking about being a Survivor. I know i would be so bad, and super awkward/uncute on camera, but it would be the coolest adventure.)
Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being
I feel this way a lot lately, which is probably why it’s been a little quieter over here than usual. Nothing really feels worth sharing, or like anything anyone else would give a shit about. This time of year can get so depressing. I wish I could just hibernate in my cozy little bed until the sun comes out and I feel capable of doing anything at all.
My primary interest in Vincent Kartheiser is as fiance to Alexis Bledel, but anyway, he also happens to have a pretty badass (and small-ish!) home in Hollywood. The bed is on a pulley system, and lifts up during the day to make extra room. The wood headboard then folds up to serve as a desk. I’m into it. See more photos here.
photo by dwell magazine
The library had an amazing used book sale a week ago—most books were two dollars, and the last day, they were all an extra half-off. I went a little crazy, and here’s my haul: