28 May 2010


introducing:

Photobooth. And Friday. Two of my favorite words. Now inextricably linked together.

(Hey Sacramentans: We now have a (film!) photobooth. Find it here.)

27 May 2010

protector

She is an excellent nurse. She must have learned that from Rick.

26 May 2010

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

--Anthem, by Leonard Cohen


The words have seeped into my head and keep popping up today (if only my subconscious always spoke to me in Leonard Cohen). Clearly, I am trying to make sense of things. I just hadn't realized I was feeling so overwhelmed.

25 May 2010

Scan 8

Oh spring, I love you best when you linger.

And, um, thanks for the novelty of rain in May.

20 May 2010

Scan 10

It is all bicycles around here. Feels like the wheels never stop. (This is not exactly a complaint.)