Friday, February 27, 2009

these are just a couple of my cravings...


There is something to be said for approaching a meal with reverence. In our more privileged culture, we forget that plenty is uncommon. We forget to savor taste, the effort involved in producing, packaging, procuring, preparing our meals; most of us, myself included, tend to simply unhinge our jaws, attack and digest. In an effort to better myself, I am approaching my measly existence with gratitude and am attempting to focus on positive things, good things versus all the rest of it. For me, this lends itself to an emphasis on simple pleasures...I have many and I seem to have lost sight of them somewhere along the way. The photograph above represents one such simple pleasure: a moment out of my day where I, in quiet contemplation, prepared myself a meal of exactly what I wanted. It was fresh, totally satisfying and completely savored. With every bite, it became more clear that my life has the potential to be pretty fucking awesome if I am able to recognize it, acknowledge it and thank both myself and the universe for it.  Fresh strawberries, vanilla yogurt and the most delicious banana I've had in awhile. It was made better by my attempt at fancy presentation and I fell so in love with my lunch that I wanted to try and capture that on film. This may all seem ridiculous but it inspired a smile that remained firmly planted on my face for the rest of the afternoon. 

Thursday, February 26, 2009

The best thing the internet ever gave me.

Bubblewrap. Go ahead...try and stop once you've started. A simple pleasure of mine that will never fade. 

B and W photos.










The levels of saturation (or lack thereof) are distinct in each picture...so it does not create a uniform effect. I am playing around with colors and went with what i thought looked best per photo but clearly, some are too dark and others too light. I am too lazy to start over. 

Do it.

http://wanderingswiss.blogspot.com/
If you get a moment and want to look at lovely photos of various Floridian landscapes, check out this blog, written by Rosi's brother. Am envious of these various kayaking adventures and am planning mine in my head. Enjoy.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

SamBamBam and RonTonTon

Contender for favorite Bam and Ron photo. 

bath time.

i saw your face today. 
fortunately, this time around, you have not haunted me. sure, you peek around corners but i have time to steel myself. turn the corner bravely. ready. 
but i saw your face today. 
i was soaking in a hot bath...you know I love those. 
we did, once. 
you used to laugh at me for letting the water run so hot that the skin on my ass stayed red for hours. 
you said my propensity toward soaking in epsom salts and getting lost in whatever book i was reading was one of your favorite things about me. 
you probably don't remember that. 
i do. 
i agree. 
i was washing my face, letting my hands form a cup, letting the water pool in my palms. as i was lifting this cup toward my face (damn menthol-infused cleanser burns my too-sensitive skin) i saw your reflection. 
it was the face you always made to make me laugh. not the angry one when you were feeling cruel, or the terrifying one when your eyes flashed and i knew the day would be a difficult one. its the mouth-slightly-agape, bright-eyes face--like you were about to sneeze and laugh and say "i love you" all at once. 
i loved that face. i took a picture of it once but it isn't the same. 
i was startled but i held my hands together and looked at you...funny how your image stuck around when you couldn't. 
i fought the urge to reposition my hands, freeing the cursed water that would do this to me during my supposed break from this kind of shit. instead, i held my hands together, i held my gaze. 
i get the metaphor of this. words like cleansing, etc. come to mind. 
but what sticks out most is the fact that i stared right fucking back. 
because i'm not scared. i'm tough as shit when it comes to you. i prepared like a good girl from florida always should...ready for the hurricane. 
so i kept staring because i know that i can no longer cower. 
then i splashed your image all over my face (something i let you do once in real life) and just like that...you were gone. 
my skin was clean (and no longer on fire.) 
and i sank back into the tub, noticed the backs of my legs, bottom of my feet and my ass were indeed red and i smiled. 

Fun with wigs.

not. a. wig. 

My eyes are FUCKED up. Cute. 

Tammy Faye!

A shocked Amadeus. 
This is what happens when the prospect of free beer isn't exciting...Sarah brings toys and we FLIP OUT.  Also, realize that while I am naturally a blonde, it doesn't quite work for me. Good job, nature. 

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


I just like these photos and I wanted to share them with you. Also, I discovered the "effects" capability of iphoto and was playing with the "antique" setting. may these friendships last as long as these photos appear to look. 

I love you, I love you, I looovveee you.

Miss you. 

Was it an evil seal?


This looks like a prosthetic or foreign hand. Far too large for the frame, your face and positioned in such a manner that it either must be fake or belong to someone else, Buster (as in Bleuth.) 
i continue to find socks, tangled and tucked away in my bed sheets. i always have cold feet and yet, cannot manage to keep my warm, woolen socks on throughout my restless (often sleepless) nights. despite being a firm believer in order and neatness, i rarely manage to make my bed in the mornings. my mother, a devout bed-maker, would be disappointed and feel as though she failed. Mine was a household that demanded that a bed be neat and tidy, reflecting calm and rest, no matter what the previous night looked like. another rule: hanging towels just after your body was dry and you had enough clothing to decently walk from bedroom to bathroom. this, unlike hospital corners and folded down quilts, did stick (though I must admit when I choose to, I can fucking make a bed with military precision.) So, socks. Because I am neglectful, I often share my bed with several nights of ridiculously bright, boldly-patterned mismatched socks. for chocolat, they are toys...yet another distraction in an arena of untold entertainment for our lazy beast. for me, strangely enough, unearthing my damn socks has become a bit of a game.  and there is something to be said for cold feet...perhaps a representation of the (my) Self. 
Yes, this was a post about my socks. 
repeat: "delicate edible birds.
more on how we met later...am in love with this combination of words, pleases me to repeat them...fills my mouth in such a manner that i find myself saying it just to see if that joy is still there. 

my morning.

nursing a common grounds induced headache. 
espresso. 
scarves.
walking in the surprise, early morning rain. 
library books. 
fresh cut strawberries. 
the decemberists. 
yoga.
choco-cuddling. 
changing sheets (for at present, only my own scent will do.) 
clearing the cobwebs from the highest shelves and darkest corners. 
mascara. 
paul simon, animal collective and i took another drive. 
off to order other peoples memories. 

Monday, February 23, 2009

Technology.

My favorite Oscar moment: realizing I share one brain with a roomful of very smart, very sarcastic, reasonably attractive individuals. In the two seconds following Miss Kate's ABOUT-DAMN-TIME Oscar win, our twitter pages were buzzing. We are lame but it is a study in how our generation works: a competition to report first; pop culture zealotism; need to broadcast/simulcast/podcast our opinions.  Either way, had fun and am pleased that our Katie won (we are also deluded enough to believe these people are or would be our friends, across socioeconomic levels, attractiveness scales, time/space.) 

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Things I see.






It meant a lot when I was told that someone felt that my blog (I still feel slightly ridiculous calling it that) held them to a higher standard. I don't know if that was true then, but I accept the compliment in typical Koernig fashion-by waving it off and stripping it of any positive meaning. Buh. It did mean a lot. 

Lately (sadly) it has been a mixture of sad-bitch, crafts and random images (perhaps this is always what its been...?) and I don't know how else to go about things. Realized today that I am not too proud of my posts and wish I was including more writing or something slightly more substantive that song lyrics (someone else's genius.) I know that I have things to say but it seems that lately my words (choices) have gotten me into trouble. So I am sorting through things aided by alcohol, avoidance, Choco, Ms. Druetta and the prospect of running away (to Orlando for revenge and to Chicago for my life to start.) 

Lots of parenthesis. Striving to NOT live life parenthetically. 

Lot of writing yet little was said. Hope to change things. My love, YOU PROMISED A CHANGE WAS GOING TO COME. 


Photos.

if you can make out the image...rather appropriate.

"we know the band." right. 

These photographs were the only pleasing things to come from this evening. At least they will last. 

We can work it out.

i am relieved that my life is not/will not be at the mercy of anyone else. 

Friday, February 20, 2009

University of Florida

civium in moribus rei publicae salus
the welfare of the state depends upon the morals of its citizens.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The idea of you brings this song to mind...

Train Song by Vashti Bunyan
(recently covered by Feist and Ben Gibbard for "Dark Was the Night")

Travelling north, travelling north to find you
Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
Call out your name love, don’t be surprised

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
But suddenly now, I know where I belong
It’s many hundred miles but it won’t be longWhat will I do if there’s someone with you

Maybe someone you’ve always known
How do I know I can come and give to you
Love with no warning and find you alone

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
But suddenly now, I know where I belong
It’s many hundred miles and it won’t be long

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

is waiting for tonight ever a good idea? Nervous. 

Oh, you.

"I have this problem where i imagine the unrealistic circumstance for each piece of clothing i wear - like this green dress - date paris - summertime - red wine..so i become emotionally invested in my clothing because they represent something - idealistic."

Monday, February 16, 2009

Pleased.



These make me happy because you made me smile when I felt like the sky was falling. 

In the garden of Eden.

I wonder if the Bible mentions voyeurs (hey Neilus!) in this infamous exchange. Probably. 
Also, wonder if God wears Ray-Bans. No Kanye West-style egotism/messianic (or similar) complex here...just a fleeting thought on this kitten-filled Monday evening. 

the future.


Am moving to Chicago. Feels good to have a plan. Feel free. 
Lucky ladybug said this is a good idea. I am inclined to believe her. 

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Am making this today...


A book mobile. Crafty.

For my rose, for myself, for anyone...


"An intimate relationship does not banish loneliness. Only when we are comfortable with who we are can we truly function independently in a healthy way, can we truly function within a realtionship. Two halves do not make a whole when it comes to a healthy relationship: it take two wholes. ” P. Fry

Yum.


PUMPKIN CUPCAKES
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon coarse salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
1 cup packed light-brown sugar
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, melted and cooled
4 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 can (15 ounces) pumpkin puree
8 ounces cream cheese, room temperature
8 tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter, cut into pieces, room temperature
1 cup confectioners’ sugar
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract


Cupcake Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line cupcake pans with paper liners; set aside. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and allspice; set aside.
In a large bowl, whisk together, brown sugar, granulated sugar, butter, and eggs. Add dry ingredients, and whisk until smooth. Whisk in pumpkin puree.
Divide batter evenly among liners, filling each about halfway. Bake until tops spring back when touched, and a cake tester inserted in the center comes out clean, 20 to 25 minutes, rotating pans once if needed. Transfer to a wire rack; let cool completely.
Frosting Directions:
Place cream cheese in a medium mixing bowl. Using a rubber spatula, soften cream cheese. Gradually add butter, and continue beating until smooth and well blended. Sift in confectioners’ sugar, and continue beating until smooth. Add vanilla, and stir to combine.
(Recipe courtesy of Martha Stewart)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dream bed.

I think my life would be perfect if I could come home to this.

Oh, my heart...

...it melted away at the sight of this.

Some quotes.

“ That’s what it takes to be a hero- a little gem of innocence inside you that makes you want to believe that there still exists a right and wrong, that decency will somehow triumph in the end. ”
— Lise Hand


“ You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you. ”
— E. E. Cummings


“ …I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way. ”
— Pablo Neruda


"I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.” ~Anna Quindlen


“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
~audrey hepburn

“I think I attach more importance to the movement of a body than to the way it is dressed. Some women can be dressed in a perfectly ordinary way and be very, very elegant and extraordinary if only by their personalities and their gestures.”~ Yves Saint Laurent

Monday, February 9, 2009

Smart women read between the lines...


While the my first attempt at interactivity has been slow to start, I am hoping to receive some feedback for this post. As some of you know, I have made it my goal to read 52 books this year, or (technically) a book-a-week. I am doing well but was hoping you brilliant folks could pass along some recommendations. I would like each suggestion to change my life, so...please and thank you. 

*A photo of Mimiface for you to enjoy. He is so regal. 

Sunday, February 8, 2009

When I grow up...



Real Teacher stories (via birds.eye.view) 
A little girl drew the above picture and the next day she returned to school with a note from her mom. It read: 

Dear Mrs. Jones, 
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room and that several people were fighting over who would get it. 

Her picture doesn't shoe me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. 

From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in. 

Sincerely, 
Mrs. Smith 

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Recent things: Free Beer.








Have not been this "tostada" in quite some time...awesome, ass-shaking night at Common Grounds. This night was enough to make this event a weekly routine (if it wasn't already...)