Archive for the ‘words’ Category


February 13, 2013

“a human being is part of a whole, called by us the ‘Universe,’ a part limited in time and space. he experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. this delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

- Albert Einstein

the vintage man

February 1, 2013


Between a good artist
And a great one


The novice
Will often lay down his tool
Or brush

Then pick up an invisible club
On the mind’s table

And helplessly smash the easels and

Whereas the vintage man
No longer hurts himself or anyone

And keeps on


~ Hafiz ~

my endgame

March 18, 2012

“You know that what you need to do is possible to do, even though difficult, and sense of time disappears. You forget yourself. You feel part of something larger.”

- Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi on experiencing ‘flow’


happy friday

March 2, 2012

happy friday

February 10, 2012

with the week i’m having , this pic deserved a repeat post:

god bless the independent book store

November 2, 2011

had to catch an early ride to work today, and of course i forgot my office keys at home. so i decided to kill a little time with window shopping. luckily, Book Soup is just a block away from my new office. not so luckily, they don’t open early.

oh well – their window displays were a complete breakfast in and of themselves.

i’ve pretty much added every book pictured to my wish list, especially Patti Smith’s Camera Solo, Louis Cannizzaro’s To My Sweetheart and all of the new Penguin Classic Graphic Deluxe Editions (the Hans Christian Andersen cover is super sweet).

God bless Ray Lamontage

September 12, 2011

God bless you, Ray Lamontagne,
with your perfect scruff,
and your tailored vest,
and your low-brimmed hat,
that hid your eyes just so,
as you stood delicately on stage,
and slayed every last one of us
with the honeyed ache of your words,


{image via}

all class

May 29, 2011

because if you’re going to graffiti a cactus, this is definitely what you want to write.

{via Elysian Park, Los Angeles, CA}

my kind of woman

December 16, 2010

of course, nothing takes the place of hearing her recite it herself (as I did on NPR this morning, leaving me washed in a gleeful, teary-eyed mood).

but a reading of these cheeky lines is no less a reminder of the wondrous and vibrant spirit we’ve come to know as Maya Angelou:

(Poem #383) The Health-Food Diner

No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,
(Today, I need a steak).

Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw
Or mushrooms creamed on toast,
Turnips mashed and parsnips hashed,
(I'm dreaming of a roast).

Health-food folks around the world
Are thinned by anxious zeal,
They look for help in seafood kelp
(I count on breaded veal).

No smoking signs, raw mustard greens,
Zucchini by the ton,
Uncooked kale and bodies frail
Are sure to make me run


Loins of pork and chicken thighs
And standing rib, so prime,
Pork chops brown and fresh ground round
(I crave them all the time).

Irish stews and boiled corned beef
and hot dogs by the scores,
or any place that saves a space
For smoking carnivores.

Maya Angelou

{transript courtesy of}

kindred thoughts

December 8, 2010

weary my mind is
say the least
it’s been
awful hard to just
stand on my feet
i think i’ll
slow down if i am able
i won’t drown
in the ocean
or starve at my place at the table

- Band of Horses, “Marry Song”


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