Sunday, May 31, 2009

In The Morning

Drunken stumble home at dawn- I've never done it and don't condone it, because you never know what might happen...


in the morning- junior boys

Friday, May 29, 2009

May 30th



Though it's still May 29th, we will be together tonight when the clock strikes Midnight. It'll be May 30th, your birthday! :)

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Mice Are Brilliant!












Pictures by Ellen van Deelan

Split Ends

For the first time in my life, I have split ends. I blamed the long cold dry winter, but they have reappeared even after my freshly cut hair. For the past 2 days I've resorted to cutting the ends of my own hair... at my desk... at work. I promise (Benjamin) to stop and to begin a restoration process: a nightly hair mask. I'm using René Furterer's Carthame, a type of fancy oil that's supposed to condition my hair into submission... I'll keep you posted!


Monday, May 25, 2009

Sunday Back



Today was my first day back at work after a nice week long vacation. On the first day, a Sunday, I went running in the morning and made up for it with shared pizza and a sugary Monaco in the eveneing. There were hurt feelings and tears on the Monday, but Tuesday's Nespresso on Appointment Time made things a little better. Wednesday was a much needed hair cut followed by “Sangria” on the porch as the sun was setting. Thursday was the first really hot day of spring, chocolate soft ice cream and a lovely italian dinner. Friday was a day of getting reacquainted with my bikes (my lovely red one and the one at YMCA) and taking pictures of my shoes to stick on their boxes.



Saturday was a wonderful last day spent with Benjamin: Noodle Factory, Dallas Green, and a restful happy sleep. Today, before the work week officially began, I finished reading Hope's Boy, the memoir of Andrew Bridge who, at 7 years old, was taken away from his mom and endured real loneliness as a foster child. The book moved me a lot and my eyes welled up with tears reading the last few pages. Tears of sadness for all neglected children and tears of gratefulness towards my own parents (and maybe a few tears from knowing that I have officially exhausted my last vacation days for 2009!).


sometimes (i wish)- city and colour

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Colour part 3





Africa 1990

When I was 7 years old, my parents took my sisters and I to Africa for one month. As a young girl, I wasn't able to appreciate a lot. I remember being scared at the airport upon arrival: the smells, the sounds, the attention to the point of harassment. We went on safari for a week and I remember the blazing sun, the poverty, being sick almost everyday from the bumpy roads, the dry heat- a stark contrast from the cold winter we left behind. However, remembering now what I experienced then, I feel that I owe so much to my parents for exposing my sisters and I to such an adventure. I have fond memories of visiting my mom's family and of their hospitality. We learned the vastness of this Earth, its beauty and its struggles. We got to see wild animals lounging in the sun, attracting mates, hanging from trees. Maybe my love for animals stems from that trip, most likely is has. Africa will always be a cherished memory, truly an adventure of a lifetime.

photographs by Nick Brandt

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Winter in May


On a nice long walk yesterday, I passed a Librairie with a framed pictured of Émile Nelligan in the window. The day was so sunny and bright, I focused my attention towards the company I was keeping and the possibilities of having free time void of any grownup responsibilities. But today, alone in my room, I feel a little less accomplished. Emile wrote this when he was 15 years old. At 26, what poetry do I possess?

Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Qu'est-ce que le spasme de vivre
Ô la douleur que j'ai, que j'ai!

Tous les étangs gisent gelés,
Mon âme est noire: Où vis-je? où vais-je?
Tous ses espoirs gisent gelés:
Je suis la nouvelle Norvège
D'où les blonds ciels s'en sont allés.

Pleurez, oiseaux de février,
Au sinistre frisson des choses,
Pleurez, oiseaux de février,
Pleurez mes pleurs, pleurez mes roses,
Aux branches du genévrier.

Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Qu'est-ce que le spasme de vivre
A tout l'ennui que j'ai, que j'ai!...

Émile Nelligan

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Week Off

Surrealist artist René Magritte once wrote that his favorite walk is the one he takes around his own bedroom. He didn't understand the need for travel because he believed that all the poetry and perspective you're going to get you already possess. Though avid travelers may disagree, I often feel the same way. I have a week off coming up, and people have asked me what I'm going to do, where I'm going to go. I reply with a tinge of guilt in my voice that I don't have any plans, but in all honesty, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm not lazy, I'm just happiest in the comfort that my room provides, and wonder if I would feel any different if the scenery were to change.



"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin

Colour part 2




Wednesday, May 13, 2009

First Letter



Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions (you cannot use any word twice):



1. What is your name: Ingrid
2. A four letter word:iron
3. A boy's name: Ian
4. A girl's name: Ilysa
5. An occupation: interpreter
6. A color: indigo
7. Something you wear: i-pod
8. A food: ice cream
9. Something found in the bathroom: idling woman
10. A place: Idaho
11. A reason for being late: indian summer
12. Something you shout: idiot!
13. A movie title: Interview With The Vampire
14. Something you drink: ice water
15. A musical group: Interpol
16. An animal: iguana
17. A street name: Inspector st (Rue de l'inspecteur)
18. A type of car: (Dodge) Intrepid
19. A song title: Incense of Youth
20. A verb: imagining


Your turn!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Fauna








Images by Nina Buesing

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day



Our moms...

cuddled
looked out for
nourished
provided for
warmed
hugged
kissed
took care of
comforted
loved

us.









... and still love us unconditionally. For everything my mom has done for me I am so lucky and grateful. I love you so much mom xoxo