Science + Philosophy

falling off the face of the earth. and other news.

2010-06-17T17:13:00.000-04:00

dear internet,

oh, how i have missed you. please know you have had nothing to do with my absence, and that i still think of you kindly.

i haven't exactly been the most diligent of bloggers as of late, and for that, i apologize. truth be told, i have been undergoing a bit of a re-assessment of self. which is just fancy talk for wondering what the fuck i am doing. but alas! i have sorted through the mess, and have come to the other side feeling more like a girl with a purpose. so, i am going to continue this hiatus with the distinct purpose of returning with a little something to say, and a lot of exciting things to show you. in the meantime, i will enjoy the constant inspiration and all around lovely things you folks have to share on this crazy thing we call the internet. science + philosophy will lovingly return in the fall of 2010.

until then, stay lovely.

saturday scribbling

2010-04-24T12:49:00.000-04:00

from a while back. because i haven't been able to touch a pen in weeks?! something ridiculous must be in the air, because i find myself unable to blog or scribble. wtf, universe? also, this drawing is a mess of crooked wonkiness, but that's okay. i think.

magic

2010-04-14T12:01:00.000-04:00

oh man!

2010-04-14T11:59:00.000-04:00

i am so rude. and being rude doesn't lend itself to being " a nice girl who google images kittens" so, my apologies. in my absence i turned 23, set up a vegetable garden, met my boyfriend's nephew (seriously, kid is 85% cheek), took part in a family reunion of sorts, painted faces for a good cause, and climbed ~~a mountain~~ two mountains. that last endeavor provided me with a shiny new header, so yay.

ah, adventures abound! i spent the last two days/monday night hiking the appalachian trail and camping. it's a good thing we hadn't planned to stay any longer because i got my ass HANDED to me by those mountains. omigosh. word to the wise: always bring boys along while camping. they do nifty things like start fires that actually burn, and carry your pack when that vanilla latte you thought was a good idea is making your heart race, and your legs wobbly. funny story:

we started our lovely day climbing humpback rocks with 30 lb. packs on. don't do that. just...don't. when we finally made it to the top (the guys had to carry their packs and mine) we marveled at the view and met some friendly hikers. we exchanged information, and planned to meet up for some camping, and beach adventures. good stuff. since we weren't quite sure where the appalachain trail was from there, i sat by the packs, and the boys went and found the trail. the hikers we met (obviously thinking we were long gone) decided this would be a GREAT time to disrobe and have wild animal sex on the mountain. awkwardddd. and because we are all super mature, we high-fived cause dude, they were totally doing it.

april fool

2010-04-01T19:37:00.000-04:00

i'm on my way home to a little place you've probably never heard of. i'll be taking part in some lovely birthday and easter festivities, and for the second time in my fairly young life, those two days are one in the same. i am also happy to report that my sunshine-y sate of mind has returned with the, well, sunshine. (to think i could be so moody?) i will be working on eating lots of cake, getting TONS of fresh air, and some new and revisted artworks.

much cake, sunshine, and bunnies (but only if you'll love them)

(images via tumblr, weheartit)

rain, rain

2010-03-29T18:58:00.000-04:00

this rain is making me feel just awful. a few things have cheered my up today, and this short film is one of them. it's just amazing.

also, this lovely song by regina spektor.

saturday scribbling

2010-03-27T18:29:00.001-04:00

i threw myself a pity party today. i sulked about and did some ink drawings. my favorite is this random beatle. i think he looks like a parade.

favorite things

2010-03-26T17:38:00.000-04:00

firstly, a wonderful and happy birthday to my 9 year old bfff, sasha. (baby cakes, cakes, googly poof, the goog.) she is awesome, and smelly. much loves.

i participated in a post secret swap on craftster. here is one of the less shameful secrets i sent out into the world. :]

happy weekend. i think i'm going spend the rest of this rainy, chilly spring friday night catching up on some art projects. more info upon success..

le sigh.

2010-03-22T17:59:00.000-04:00

i am feeling far less than witty, and have been looking at a sky filled with clouds all day. also, i have not been inspired to blog lately, i think i've been in some sort of funk. got a case of the blahs.

(image via tumblr)

hey, spring, thanks for showing up..

2010-03-19T17:28:00.000-04:00

happy friday. the weather here is beautiful, and i don't plan on spending much time indoors this weekend. here's to playing in the woods, planting pretty flowers, and eating al fresco!

(images via weheartit & tumblr)

no seriously.

2010-03-16T23:04:00.000-04:00

i google image kittens all the time. i didn't just make that up to seem interesting. i fucking love kittens.

also, i'd like to thank the lovely Hope Chella for the blog award! thanks :]

(images via tumblr, and google images)

little green children

2010-03-14T16:30:00.000-04:00

oh, the lovely days of spring! i'm preparing for a wonderful summer garden. salad, anitpasta, and salsa will abound in my future! i've been peeking under the little greenhouse lid everyday now for the past week, and i finally have sprouts! little salad sprouts. needless to say, i'm very excited!

i knew it!

2010-03-13T21:13:00.000-05:00

"security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. life is either a daring adventure, or nothing." -helen keller

(image via fffound)

oh, my twitchy witchy girl

2010-03-13T16:03:00.000-05:00

i think you are so nice.

this weather has me really feelin' nature, so i've been curled up enjoying the sunshine, songbirds, and my sketchbook.

(images via fffound, tumblr)

GATH

2010-03-10T19:50:00.001-05:00

sometimes you come across things and you're all, "whoa. what a lovely experience for my ears." yes. yes, this happens everytime i listen to gregory and the hawk. over the last few years, her sound has just gotten dreamier and dreamier.

check out her myspace and her website..i'm particularly in love with the songs 'his wife is a queen here' and 'august moon.'

on account of the weather

2010-03-09T14:07:00.000-05:00

i'm playing outside today.

(images via kerrismith.com, weheartit)

tough love

2010-03-08T22:03:00.000-05:00

(image via pikaland.com)

autobiographically sound

2010-03-08T12:41:00.000-05:00

i hail from a family of artists, music makers, and weirdos; i grew up in a haunted house, and i've tried pickle soup. i've lived by the sea for the last 20 years, and have a nice collection of use-battered books, all of which i've loved. i have an old dog, and a new cat. i'm going to see a lot, do a lot, and learn even more. and i'm going to make sure of it.

(images via fffound)

and how lucky for me...

2010-03-06T16:42:00.000-05:00

that you can never have too much of either.

(image via fffound)

a place to rest my head

2010-03-04T19:02:00.000-05:00

because i have many, many other things i need to be doing right now i've been on a left-click-and-save binge that would probably warrant a very emotional and highly dramatic intervention. they would try to be gentle, and i'd refute, sobbing. you know, the usual.

so, in the spirit of lazing around when other tasks must be accomplished, here is a collection of cozy nooks i'd like to curl up in..

lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.
g.k. chesterton

the feeling of sleepiness when you are not in a bed, and can't get there, is the meanest feeling in the world.
edgar watson howe

(images via tumblr)

ok..seriously!

2010-03-03T20:41:00.000-05:00

if you don't read GALA DARLING you should. as in right now. go!

i mean, seriously, she had pink hair. which meets one of the three mandatory criteria that must be met before i start taking advice. i'm just kidding. it's the only criteria.

2010-03-03T20:01:00.000-05:00

"fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things that you never asked for and don't always like."
lemony snicket

it always grows back, hair grows even after you're dead.

2010-03-03T18:37:00.000-05:00

just got back, after a week of lounging around, taking in the sea air and wishing for spring. worked on a project for a craftster swap, watched some great movies, and managed to turn myself a into a dead-ringer for one mister draco malfoy.

no seriously, upon seeing the results, we all launched into a fury of snobbish harry potter quotes. good times had by all, not counting, of course, my poor hair, who takes it like a champ. FILTHY MUDBLOOD.

GO ME.

the beauty of hair is that it grows, even after you're dead. another box, another color. and man oh man, i love to wing it.

so, for now, i'm looking at pictures of charlotte gainsbourg, listening to andrew bird, and working on some...works in progress. also, catching up on all the wonderful blog posts i've missed..

(images via my save folder?)

adieu!

2010-02-22T20:45:00.000-05:00

i'm off to the country to do some painting, suck at knitting, and eat offensive amounts of veggies..

(images via hearblack, fffound)

pure, unadulterated JOY

2010-02-22T16:23:00.000-05:00

:]]]]

that's, like, a big smile...not a really fat smile.

okay, so i illustrate. or draw. or do something, i'm not sure really...and it doesn't matter. i recently got over my shyness about my artwork, and posted something on craftster for the first time. if you'd like, you can check out the post here. it's currently featured as a 'hot new project'

take a look: it's smack-dab in the middle there.

girl seeking:

2010-02-22T00:31:00.000-05:00

far off places

strangers' faces

lovers

haters

"i wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. i wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. i felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life."

leo tolstoy

(images via tumblr, fffound)

re: non imaginary folk

2010-02-20T17:34:00.000-05:00

thanks :]

it makes me smile when i amuse (even if only slightly) someone other than myself.

(image via toothepastefordinner.com)

doom? nah. well, maybe.

2010-02-20T17:22:00.000-05:00

my little ceramic heater could blow up, any second, ending my young life.

no seriously, i think about stuff like that. take for instance, the microwave. this coyly benign household object could easily introduce you to your untimely demise. i kid you not, ~~imaginary~~ internet people. i'm sure it's quite possible that, while heating up something delicious, say, hot chocolate, that the microwave could explode. hey man, don't question me - it's a microwave, it's like they're built with disaster in mind. anyway, while taking in the view of my soon-to-be-enjoyed warm beverage, my microwave detonates and that clever little plate of glass placed in the door for easy viewing comes flying towards me and lodges in my jugular. and then i die. without ever having tasted my wonderful cocoa. yeah, plausable. and i wish you'd stop telling me it's ridiculous.

because ridiculous is blogging to imaginary internet people. and i obviously do not entertain things that could be labeled as such.

what i'm trying to say, in a manner of eloquence that would put many a dead writer to awful shame, is that life is much, much too short. some may even hint that it is perhaps fleeting (but don't quote me on that) so why not cut your own hair in the middle of the night? hm? why not declare proudly that if there were degrees available in swashbuckling, that you'd persue a doctorate? answer me that, ~~imaginary~~ internet people. go do something that you wouldn't even expect yourself to do. stop passing time and go do it. go wild. make yourself believe in something.

just. fucking. do it.

(images via fffound, tumblr, hearblack)

(.)(.)

2010-02-17T16:18:00.000-05:00

i sometimes wonder why people don't run around naked. i mean, we go through alot of trouble just being un-naked. i mean, like, a lot of trouble. we have to have jobs just so we can afford clothes and be not naked. that's a little silly. silly, of course, could also be assuming that the world is populated with super models. who people would like to see naked.

yeah, that's also silly.

almost as silly as blogging to an imaginary audience.

i'm missing a certain season something fearsome

2010-02-16T21:30:00.000-05:00

you know and i know

that if we stared through the morning dew

and couldn't see the sun

everything would blow away.

everyone knows this.

that if the cicadas

aren't deafening, and maddening,

and silent

everyone may slowly evaporate.

if each grain of sand didn't fall

on each other like chimes

and make music

we would all lose our way.

we all have always known this.

still, we forget to observe the golden orbs so early in the morning

and listen for the noises we cannot find

and sing to the music so very tiny.

you know it.

i know it.

it is august.

(image via tumblr)

i'm planning

2010-02-16T02:42:00.000-05:00

a wrist tattoo, and a move to some place warm.

(images via tumblr & hearblack)

i kinda love love

2010-02-14T18:52:00.000-05:00

i think it would be appropriate to share things that i've jacked off, jacked off the internet, that is. see what i did there? with the words?....clever, i know. why? because i'm a hopeless romantic, goddamnit, that's why. these are things i've found various places. i'll try to credit accordingly.

i'd also like to add that i think it's just too adorable that i'm maintaining this blog that i'm sure nobody reads, but, hey, i'm sappy like that. but, imaginary internet readers, it is my sincere hope that you get flowers on non-holidays, and have hot sex on tuesdays, just because.

i love this, there really is something freeing about letting someone in, letting them see you look like crap and love you for it.

(photo from hearblack.com)

weird people are the best ones to love, at least, for my sake, i hope that's true.

(photo via leloveimage.blogspot)

this is beautiful. they look like they're at prom, falling in love despite the gaudy, tawdry nature of proms. plus a little sex, courtesy of the disco ball.

(via leloveimages)

but, of course, it's not. i'm also allowed to call you awful things in pretty languages.

(leloveimages)

sweet girl, sweet ink, sweet message.

(tumblr)

2010-02-13T22:47:00.000-05:00

Follow my blog with BLOGLOVIN'

lee alexander mcqueen

2010-02-13T16:58:00.000-05:00

i was on my way back from the black hole that is the country, when i learned that alexander mcqueen had died. and i thought, "hmm. that's sad. riiight at the beginning of new york fashion week. hmm."

i mean, i like fashion, but i don't know diddly shit about it. my knowledge of mcqueen's designs didn't really extend too much further than lady gaga's shoes. so seriously, i don't know what i'm talking about.

within hours i started seeing the reactions of some of the fashion bloggers i follow, and i started to realize this guy was so influential and inspiring to a lot of people. it sucks to have to learn about someone's virtues only after they've died, but that's what it took.

when you encounter someone, in passing or directly, who is able to kindle that spark in you that wants to be forever a child, to always push what is acceptable, to play with life, they capture a little bit of you. anyone who proudly declares, "why not?" anyone who knows better than to just go with the grain. anyone who is unapolagetically their own person. and it started to make me think about people like that i've come across. and what a crying fucking shame it would be if they were suddenly gone, and couldn't inspire or excite me anymore, and what a physical void i'd have left.

so, i started looking at his most recent collections, and pieces from the last few years, and alexander mcqueen made me smile, that cheeky smile you get when someone is telling a joke that's just a tad inappropriate, or uncalled for. i like that. mr. mcqueen had taste, you know, the kind of taste that says, "nah eff your status-quo, THIS is taste."

so here's to all the people who are pure souls in that they are unrepentantly themselves, godspeed.

WORD.

2010-02-11T17:22:00.000-05:00

image via kerismith.com

expletives and speechlessness

2010-02-11T17:08:00.000-05:00

bonnaroo 2010.

i have a coin jar that counts my change for me. i know, i know, i'm extravagant. according to that, i have $60.65, which is totally only $173.85 short of a ticket, but don't mention that...dream crusher. i read the line-up, ran around a few times and hyperventilated. this is literally the only way i'd ever want to spend a drunken weekend in a tent in tennessee. dude. yee-fucking-haw.

i need to figure out how not to cry when i see regina spektor.

BTW

2010-02-03T18:58:00.000-05:00

that means i'm going to try my hand at blogging. because who DOESN'T need a near-daily reminder that they have no follow through?

Antisocial networking

2010-02-03T17:53:00.000-05:00

I have a problem with social networking. To me, it all seems great, in theory. However, when it comes to practice, I fail miserably. Epically. If that's a word. Which I seem to doubt very seriously.

So it came to my attention, after a long weekend in the country (read: avoiding serial killers) that the whole of facebook has delved into some sort of doppleganger appreciation. Which seems a little self congratulatory since everyone is comparing themselves to people much much more accomplished and attractive than themselves. But, whatever, I was momentarily seduced by it. So, I half-heartedly joined this group. And they're all,

"WHOA MISSY. You have to add 30 friends, and then, maybe, we'll suggest that you look like Kate Hudson when you do the angles, yes you know them, the angles."

And I'm all,"pfffft angles. fuckkkk I was trying to be subtle."

So I did a math equation so advanced it would rattle mathmetics to it's very core. It was more or less me factoring in the time it takes to click 30 people's little boxes divided by the probability that I'd get matched with Seth Rogan and so totally equalled duuuuddde why do I care? But actually equalled, "this will make me look so lame."

It has nothing to do with 30 people being, like, half of my facebook friends. So, you take that back. Internet.