tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785880315547886532024-03-05T14:37:50.245-08:00Genevieve As Evergenevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-50693461492473213922011-12-07T14:18:00.001-08:002011-12-07T14:30:11.840-08:00alice walker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.<br />
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[image via <a href="http://middlechildcomplex.tumblr.com/post/13827809669">here</a>]genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-20682314175511433822011-09-29T06:15:00.000-07:002011-09-29T13:42:44.860-07:00paul newman & joanne woodward<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsecPkQKEwhZTNtZqQCx1B46XTZDe44nAnsswLtMYy9Zie3txQfmso0VmYo8Wsg5ThmVH1_-NdZdX8eX5QHMI4J8_JEA_S4c4fv5N3ecXfhiMpbpvEyFvAyspAbU_SuVHJCnfvlSH5zQZC/s1600/102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsecPkQKEwhZTNtZqQCx1B46XTZDe44nAnsswLtMYy9Zie3txQfmso0VmYo8Wsg5ThmVH1_-NdZdX8eX5QHMI4J8_JEA_S4c4fv5N3ecXfhiMpbpvEyFvAyspAbU_SuVHJCnfvlSH5zQZC/s400/102.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that’s a real treat. <br />
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Joanne Woodward on her husband, Paul Newman<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">B and I love this quote, and so a few weekends ago, we typed it up and framed it. It has become our symphony.</div><br />
genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-44150004715148938982011-07-03T05:25:00.000-07:002011-07-03T05:25:03.691-07:00gertrude stein, 1973<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Sli7oIHUwB3q0hIZt9odq1pRdrNePk8XtrKHTqAEdkc8oU-Sp-I0bWQ-L0L_E38U3yL13f-9lv8h0ubfBqKpbGqgIcB9sryh-oBOQcPtp94VQRLz4ZjA-r_IsRqsbHhlEDb6w0tgNbxH/s1600/tumblr_lk9k8g7qQW1qac511o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Sli7oIHUwB3q0hIZt9odq1pRdrNePk8XtrKHTqAEdkc8oU-Sp-I0bWQ-L0L_E38U3yL13f-9lv8h0ubfBqKpbGqgIcB9sryh-oBOQcPtp94VQRLz4ZjA-r_IsRqsbHhlEDb6w0tgNbxH/s400/tumblr_lk9k8g7qQW1qac511o1_500.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Miss Stein's <a href="http://www.letterheady.com/post/4956652117/gertrudestein">letterhead</a>. The ring of text at the very top reads 'Rose is a rose is a rose' from her poem <a href="http://www.lettersofnote.com/p/sacred-emily-by-gertrude-stein.html">Sacred Emily</a>.genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-1372071067696234962011-06-27T17:59:00.000-07:002011-06-27T17:59:17.625-07:00battle-picking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge23pIDykRgnNhKOQtuXlcYAF-S3x7tJbUKNXsAvDO_JQNA8-g5Ey-zkXLzixhmO9flkzh1cXP7Xw0A9D__kQu4uF0Tc3CRuUFxqiUa91hJVV95swPn3vNRmFlLbDisgCIukAxuLmUB-4c/s1600/chicken6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge23pIDykRgnNhKOQtuXlcYAF-S3x7tJbUKNXsAvDO_JQNA8-g5Ey-zkXLzixhmO9flkzh1cXP7Xw0A9D__kQu4uF0Tc3CRuUFxqiUa91hJVV95swPn3vNRmFlLbDisgCIukAxuLmUB-4c/s400/chicken6.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>B is golfing, and I am home alone reading <a href="http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/">this</a> and cracking up.genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-10809552268238914202011-06-27T17:25:00.000-07:002011-06-27T17:25:24.075-07:00a scrub<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcnLZvqOPuqyLi-I-74ETgSKpiEuthd4FXhDnXBxFZMrqdpz9xdqRmQoCNI-zgYGgcsFaU06x1QZPSBsRw1ItrKeuZKhb25hkfwrYDJKUhk2rOi7w1mmB2uRTthhqQ52bJn0kw-EmB2Ug/s1600/5864126653_7a942488a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcnLZvqOPuqyLi-I-74ETgSKpiEuthd4FXhDnXBxFZMrqdpz9xdqRmQoCNI-zgYGgcsFaU06x1QZPSBsRw1ItrKeuZKhb25hkfwrYDJKUhk2rOi7w1mmB2uRTthhqQ52bJn0kw-EmB2Ug/s400/5864126653_7a942488a5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">[image via <a href="http://littlebrownpen.blogspot.com/">little brown pen</a>]</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-63870946363929844462011-04-20T18:34:00.000-07:002011-04-20T18:34:58.952-07:00emerson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVRd8jcaREaukaZPSAO6NOfVumSLnVTvJ3eC11c12Vzs1PRBCQXLwiGCAJI-_B8P59yx0WqPEKAFBphaKV_SPwpwA3A8e6Jkwp6fB5tW3zhTrCQ0ZYn7R9zAMBfWeZaXy4mV5Eoz_mecS/s1600/5534418496_d87087001d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVRd8jcaREaukaZPSAO6NOfVumSLnVTvJ3eC11c12Vzs1PRBCQXLwiGCAJI-_B8P59yx0WqPEKAFBphaKV_SPwpwA3A8e6Jkwp6fB5tW3zhTrCQ0ZYn7R9zAMBfWeZaXy4mV5Eoz_mecS/s1600/5534418496_d87087001d.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">[Thank you Mama, your perspective is lovingly wise.]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-59356634257327910642011-04-14T18:52:00.000-07:002011-04-14T18:52:39.489-07:00mohammed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbBG_rGkvo5W0EpOcnguy7XfQQ4SPK3yVeZBlJ7muGDZEGHMmzNj1Fk5V6q1L60rksLrWMVN_rVE0oGf8cCQipEYnX1KpH3d1ZX5lAHpv4UC_rGbAM6Y-jxMIaKMB6eSRl-ovaOFuvYPt/s1600/tumblr_liusnbHW7x1qdgv9so1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbBG_rGkvo5W0EpOcnguy7XfQQ4SPK3yVeZBlJ7muGDZEGHMmzNj1Fk5V6q1L60rksLrWMVN_rVE0oGf8cCQipEYnX1KpH3d1ZX5lAHpv4UC_rGbAM6Y-jxMIaKMB6eSRl-ovaOFuvYPt/s1600/tumblr_liusnbHW7x1qdgv9so1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">Don't tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you traveled.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You alone will have the stars as no one else has them. In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. You - only you - will have stars that can laugh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">[image via <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tete_perdue/5453057435/">tete perdue</a>]</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-49832396062262792922011-02-26T07:29:00.000-08:002011-02-26T07:29:17.457-08:00dennis lehane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eUvNEqmGVHdOVGQuh2vXEJzvKAlMKKNoWlxLXq-0GzA_wTg1mgb21aFDl4qCs6YlYNP4bDswMgLstgGdCuJ7EeM6AiloOjWSiPj7wivoY6-i99Y3KztZImfy6PJdTxqnn-wNZ_X3VEQL/s1600/5449458308_9ca4242466_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eUvNEqmGVHdOVGQuh2vXEJzvKAlMKKNoWlxLXq-0GzA_wTg1mgb21aFDl4qCs6YlYNP4bDswMgLstgGdCuJ7EeM6AiloOjWSiPj7wivoY6-i99Y3KztZImfy6PJdTxqnn-wNZ_X3VEQL/s400/5449458308_9ca4242466_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Your first family is your blood family and you always be true to that. That means something. But there’s another family and that’s the kind you go out and find. Maybe even by accident sometimes. And they’re as much blood as your first family. Maybe more so, because they don’t have to look out for you and they don’t have to love you. They choose to.</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-51684878094334476512011-02-01T17:22:00.000-08:002011-02-01T17:22:35.921-08:00oscar wilde<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckfx1VJMkQonY2Cw74cD9m1LeBcJHnvRzwF-n2fSAnb2qmSUmyQ4yowuO3E_ZXxftZ5UpxzxlX_nufeKCD7tCmNqXueVDHTgQ_P7jr45zVzy-2LfKrp6eZ19jgDionb2CsuHApi_bYcUo/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckfx1VJMkQonY2Cw74cD9m1LeBcJHnvRzwF-n2fSAnb2qmSUmyQ4yowuO3E_ZXxftZ5UpxzxlX_nufeKCD7tCmNqXueVDHTgQ_P7jr45zVzy-2LfKrp6eZ19jgDionb2CsuHApi_bYcUo/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man’s last romance.genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-4893524283154412722011-01-28T07:36:00.000-08:002011-01-28T10:32:13.320-08:00the art of racing in the rain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqo5AhXSvkdFjkUIbmblLM2k3rWi-aUikJFhhvMDVH888cMRAmu3G7YOPNWN-IUg4dOvG7bJMqfkDjLiH9quZ_bDFvXc1ko0M8oKyhe2Fv-z4i9qr05JfqtNN1y0R2q5WIHVgWP-fBHt5/s1600/The-Art-of-Racing-in-the-Rain-9780061537967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqo5AhXSvkdFjkUIbmblLM2k3rWi-aUikJFhhvMDVH888cMRAmu3G7YOPNWN-IUg4dOvG7bJMqfkDjLiH9quZ_bDFvXc1ko0M8oKyhe2Fv-z4i9qr05JfqtNN1y0R2q5WIHVgWP-fBHt5/s320/The-Art-of-Racing-in-the-Rain-9780061537967.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Sara Gruen, author of <a href="http://genevieveasever.blogspot.com/2009/09/sara-gruen.html">one of my favorite books</a>, wrote the following about Garth Steins' best-seller:</div><blockquote>The Art of Racing in the Rain has everything: love, tragedy, redemption, danger, and best of all, the canine narrator Enzo. This old soul of a dog has much to teach to us about being human. I loved this book.</blockquote>One Thursday morning, my boyfriend B picked me up from the airport following an unpleasant evening's worth of travel. I was jet-lagged and grumpy. He took me home, put me to bed, and mandated the remainder of my day would be spent catching up on sleep, and only after, reading <a href="http://www.garthstein.com/arr/">The Art of Racing in the Rain</a>. He had placed the book on my pillow, along with a sweet card and a surprise subscription to one of my favorite magazines. He takes great care of me.<br />
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I read several chapters that day but turned through the bulk of it on a beach in the Dominican Republic. B warned I would cry. He was wrong though, I didn't just cry. I sobbed for the last fifty pages, my sunscreened face streaked with salted love for Enzo and for our own yellow lab, Myles.<br />
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Post-novel, I have grown increasingly aware of the ways B and I can show Mylie love even when we're not home. <i>Id est</i>, leaving her in the melodic care of George Winston and Frank Sinatra, or turning on the Racing Channel, Enzo-style.genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-28712592944407523512011-01-28T05:53:00.000-08:002011-01-28T05:53:18.578-08:00billy collins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRVi0gPI9bZphNYMZmzy-x2zdtpJ4aXParZRSNJfMadNbDVFZM0BveL0cnMuowfWh6JHQQ4g48VPYG8HhFgegpuoPxvqnYxoxcKlBdu1qRxWOz1y-f3yAgRY_82zAmzG-VSoOuYekHoQC/s1600/tumblr_lfoc9hsmnB1qz9qooo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRVi0gPI9bZphNYMZmzy-x2zdtpJ4aXParZRSNJfMadNbDVFZM0BveL0cnMuowfWh6JHQQ4g48VPYG8HhFgegpuoPxvqnYxoxcKlBdu1qRxWOz1y-f3yAgRY_82zAmzG-VSoOuYekHoQC/s320/tumblr_lfoc9hsmnB1qz9qooo1_500.png" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If there is only enough time in the final</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">minutes of the twentieth century for one last dance</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I would like to be dancing it slowly with you,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My palm would press into the small of your back</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of mirrors or buttons or frivolous shoes,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">just as the floor of the nineteenth century gave way</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and disappeared in a red cloud of brick dust.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There will be no time to order another drink</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">or worry about what was never said,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">not with the orchestra sliding into the sea</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and all our attention devoted to humming</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">whatever it was they were playing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><br />
</div>[Billy Collins, <i>Dancing Toward Bethlehem</i>]genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-44604577889626959582011-01-25T12:28:00.000-08:002011-01-25T14:32:00.517-08:00henny youngman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgcbAciYM6OmMpzJz3yzdVSo1SFMpUW57psqaYEpjA9kfo9P-YMJStebqM7qzlp6FJzow7ksmLi4ROJOyKor7QsfB_-ILr46SLjoK_f-WzPNPrw0XnlFIAQ83u2SNMFNKfTb6iI0WHYuF/s1600/hermes+stacked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgcbAciYM6OmMpzJz3yzdVSo1SFMpUW57psqaYEpjA9kfo9P-YMJStebqM7qzlp6FJzow7ksmLi4ROJOyKor7QsfB_-ILr46SLjoK_f-WzPNPrw0XnlFIAQ83u2SNMFNKfTb6iI0WHYuF/s320/hermes+stacked.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br />
We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-87493561329101977432011-01-17T06:50:00.000-08:002011-01-25T12:11:12.889-08:00van goethe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NLX8KxHVDUj_gVcAAD8JoEymoJaJX1rlQkjFUattFDudHyd3NxUk3A4-b_o9UGbDbwOtDj7sShNjfunPyuM_cR7Oz-18TTo3DDLnaZxuedPeVWY8LIgBGI7O-DUDYCItBSFfdA-vdIj3/s1600/THREAD_HIGHSUMMER2011_11_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563167460314943858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NLX8KxHVDUj_gVcAAD8JoEymoJaJX1rlQkjFUattFDudHyd3NxUk3A4-b_o9UGbDbwOtDj7sShNjfunPyuM_cR7Oz-18TTo3DDLnaZxuedPeVWY8LIgBGI7O-DUDYCItBSFfdA-vdIj3/s400/THREAD_HIGHSUMMER2011_11_3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 171px;" /></a>We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.<br />
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<div>[image via <a href="http://social.threaddesign.com/collection.php?clid=37">THREAD</a>]</div></div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-30550885375548294172010-11-16T15:16:00.000-08:002010-11-16T15:23:45.201-08:00maurice sendak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4iGA_snuLGzhwsjI8NrXy3G_f93FlMtKyYf0ry6uVqljP_J3QIkrK5me2K8DHAne8wur_OM0232CQsD6qcJ7aEjcOHzVD_27ZtXfYdvyWXarnWFn98ixB04TMNcnyHaVuSELAvMEZ7kM/s1600/-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4iGA_snuLGzhwsjI8NrXy3G_f93FlMtKyYf0ry6uVqljP_J3QIkrK5me2K8DHAne8wur_OM0232CQsD6qcJ7aEjcOHzVD_27ZtXfYdvyWXarnWFn98ixB04TMNcnyHaVuSELAvMEZ7kM/s400/-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540291430643547730" /></a>Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters - sometimes very hastily - but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.<div><br /></div><div>[original maurice sendak art via <a href="http://www.EveryPicture.com/original-art/maurice-sendak/4528/where-the-wild-things-are-%237613.html">here</a>]</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-88899629569476548492010-07-15T05:45:00.001-07:002010-07-15T06:16:43.352-07:00emily giffin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsFP_dIcu2s5bp46WCAh8srD1j_zMSqf8wBUEtsvrOiQ-NN54Zh4dmS22bHMRfVw7D72-VRgu8xE0x1FEuPSCGNK9aXIJ27umd81ASewgpWfPP05Q7WYhunS51ig2znwnMY-0DEWZ4RfpT/s1600/dflf9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsFP_dIcu2s5bp46WCAh8srD1j_zMSqf8wBUEtsvrOiQ-NN54Zh4dmS22bHMRfVw7D72-VRgu8xE0x1FEuPSCGNK9aXIJ27umd81ASewgpWfPP05Q7WYhunS51ig2znwnMY-0DEWZ4RfpT/s400/dflf9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494121070808054210" /></a>I love him for his intelligence, his sensitivity, his courage. I love him wholly and unconditionally without reservation. I love him enough to take risks. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.<div><br /></div><div>[image via <a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-cute-lil-pinky.html">here</a>]</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-73592633831053678452010-03-30T19:24:00.001-07:002017-08-30T15:04:37.573-07:00rainer maria rilke<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LVkacFa-HTAIO6a_Ci_qriJX1uE82lT0nDMQa2U67KyeEtHM0nDYsyR_wH_uWlhWiVdiB_hFXdmgKOeexmHqDLH-WQg13j3qWDDxV9xOQxPcpxXmPERRr_Gkx6OPlnWfZUUtOL-KSibR/s1600/black+and+white+stripes.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LVkacFa-HTAIO6a_Ci_qriJX1uE82lT0nDMQa2U67KyeEtHM0nDYsyR_wH_uWlhWiVdiB_hFXdmgKOeexmHqDLH-WQg13j3qWDDxV9xOQxPcpxXmPERRr_Gkx6OPlnWfZUUtOL-KSibR/s400/black+and+white+stripes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623121422671858" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>A work of art is good if it has grown out of necessity. In this manner of its origin lies its true estimate: there is no other. Therefore, I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths whence your life wells forth; at its source you will find the answer to the question whether you must create. Accept it as it sounds.<div><br /></div><div>[image via <a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/">here</a>]</div></div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-15534223386903192122010-01-20T16:34:00.000-08:002010-01-20T16:53:59.873-08:00theodore isaac rubin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtTjz_9OVOtLJhUTwH5ubuuVW35MvtDjzrwa-lXoiO1BFqQq6vLStqpcYE8qPp58KpPeng2pCCtFopyhMpWG5s7oiahLAd1Z2GZsnM0ll1ao_8TyruL4TCR0ZF5bImaj7fu1iYh8UCs4M/s1600-h/spy+glass.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428988664074364578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtTjz_9OVOtLJhUTwH5ubuuVW35MvtDjzrwa-lXoiO1BFqQq6vLStqpcYE8qPp58KpPeng2pCCtFopyhMpWG5s7oiahLAd1Z2GZsnM0ll1ao_8TyruL4TCR0ZF5bImaj7fu1iYh8UCs4M/s400/spy+glass.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> I must learn to love the fool in me, the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">[image via </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=37364637"><span style="font-family:arial;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">]</span>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-83881260909881683802009-12-21T17:25:00.000-08:002009-12-21T17:35:44.807-08:00chuck klosterman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUMT7N5vIM_hkmex8RgNeLzfnal_Ew_MMGkMHjHNSI4Qv3FRHQc9rd-XCGocEfwyd-JthVXVVrqztaspv6ZCn0oUt8K-DaVm7kyTqjsRRwFaLGpKRv26GvoL14L2A-HzLY-Uz6Zad0z6U/s1600-h/Carchivechand_Design+Crush.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUMT7N5vIM_hkmex8RgNeLzfnal_Ew_MMGkMHjHNSI4Qv3FRHQc9rd-XCGocEfwyd-JthVXVVrqztaspv6ZCn0oUt8K-DaVm7kyTqjsRRwFaLGpKRv26GvoL14L2A-HzLY-Uz6Zad0z6U/s400/Carchivechand_Design+Crush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417868030480019218" /></a>People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they'd never admit in normal conversation.<div><br /></div><div>[image via <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shadarington/3642180433/">here</a>]</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-15559458636482268992009-11-16T20:11:00.000-08:002009-11-16T20:16:52.822-08:00me too<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxy8lqMzA1BoloiGW8pmscSOjDDm97Vt1JnQV_jRRaxvott-98ax5TdrCuQ9-VHlbvdvZSM9K9wx66i8FyieoxyxUcMyE-3n6mUU4xpKct0SJfvKWu1aBm76B_7Po14biop8r1_zIeSNwq/s1600/rings+on+fingers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxy8lqMzA1BoloiGW8pmscSOjDDm97Vt1JnQV_jRRaxvott-98ax5TdrCuQ9-VHlbvdvZSM9K9wx66i8FyieoxyxUcMyE-3n6mUU4xpKct0SJfvKWu1aBm76B_7Po14biop8r1_zIeSNwq/s400/rings+on+fingers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404921669575736802" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh I love <a href="http://www.squidoo.com/allaboutred"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;">red</span></a>. I'm very loyal to my colors.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Elizabeth Taylor</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">[image via <a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/">here</a>]</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-27939485133226006042009-11-11T16:21:00.000-08:002009-11-11T16:32:41.769-08:00and speaking of forts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlKlJPMOEimP54PF6k9FOmsudzRXkHsCgqXKd1eU2wJpeNkQh2bCyemPm8U3B3xiS0Z6lWn5af6PP_bKJaVYkRa2XWJccalN03mOHgtLVNb3qW-T7_I5Q7K79yZIyLaXPJAMOAQOsjNZq/s1600-h/3817494167_4bc2dc3021-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlKlJPMOEimP54PF6k9FOmsudzRXkHsCgqXKd1eU2wJpeNkQh2bCyemPm8U3B3xiS0Z6lWn5af6PP_bKJaVYkRa2XWJccalN03mOHgtLVNb3qW-T7_I5Q7K79yZIyLaXPJAMOAQOsjNZq/s400/3817494167_4bc2dc3021-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403005954129184562" /></a><br /><div>[image via <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/feathercircus/3817494167/">vera vodak</a>]<br /><br /></div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-25147453931019718802009-11-09T15:22:00.000-08:002009-11-12T13:45:24.637-08:00on art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv635gEJtWK4GuwOh6xgNb1i1cVHnVPWoDlIPCgowjprvCh0tm54NSgFvtf7ySN6dqV7C2xUnrj2hHJc-BQGImX0CepB9tEckp9KYrui-b0oRrNFWg094Dmw8DqW5zjNm1GYrd5dpv2UP9/s1600-h/via+Audrey+Hepburn+Complex_Design+Crush.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402252226831030786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv635gEJtWK4GuwOh6xgNb1i1cVHnVPWoDlIPCgowjprvCh0tm54NSgFvtf7ySN6dqV7C2xUnrj2hHJc-BQGImX0CepB9tEckp9KYrui-b0oRrNFWg094Dmw8DqW5zjNm1GYrd5dpv2UP9/s400/via+Audrey+Hepburn+Complex_Design+Crush.jpg" border="0" /></a> The following excerpt has changed the way I look at <em>everything</em>. It's also changed the way I look at my gray cube, as a photocopy of page 204 from Muriel Barbery's <a href="http://genevieveasever.blogspot.com/2009/09/muriel-barbery.html">The Elegance of the Hedgehog</a> now hangs on my wall:<br /><p>But when we gaze at a still life, when - even though we did not pursue it - we delight in its beauty, a beauty borne away by the magnified and immobile figuration of things, we find pleasure in the fact that there was no need for longing, we may contemplate something we need not want, may cherish something we need not desire. So this still life, because it embodies a beauty that speaks to our desire but was given birth by someone else's desire, because it cossets our pleasure without in any way being part of our own projects, because it is offered to us without requiring the effort of desiring on our part: this still life incarnates the quintessence of Art, the certainty of timelessness. In the scene before our eyes - silent, without life or motion - a time exempt of projects is incarnated, perfection purloined from duration and its weary greed - pleasure without desire, existence without duration, beauty without will.<br /><br />For art is emotion without desire.</p><br /><p>[image via <a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/">here</a>]</p><p></p>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-66315777371232135012009-11-09T10:24:00.000-08:002009-11-09T10:32:51.552-08:00andy andrews<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyxqoX1wAf5Kr-zNXPb8RgnnfMtye95T536Mqj9aEr2VSuUFY0T-KPjo8-hS5WcTUeqU7sJ1EHVvdpCE3rILqRN3kjawWxrNcK3jQq9_Jii1S1W0PmZemaPm-TC84DKXGAh4pyb1e7TBK/s1600-h/this+one.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402173346677574050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGyxqoX1wAf5Kr-zNXPb8RgnnfMtye95T536Mqj9aEr2VSuUFY0T-KPjo8-hS5WcTUeqU7sJ1EHVvdpCE3rILqRN3kjawWxrNcK3jQq9_Jii1S1W0PmZemaPm-TC84DKXGAh4pyb1e7TBK/s400/this+one.jpg" border="0" /></a>Until a person takes responsibility for where he is, there is no basis for moving on. The bad news is that the past was in your hands, but the good news is that the future, my friend, is also in your hands.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Andy Andrews</div><div> </div><div>[image via <a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/">here</a>]</div>genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878588031554788653.post-32038715043480899312009-11-06T13:55:00.000-08:002009-11-06T14:07:15.423-08:00bob marley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkAtn-_MEeBnEgbIlslbM33QK7b9m5IqS864tTnhtHksOPxmLTpSjhXpkm5bJco92CS_tj9s7QXq5QDuCZHw9skjuV2lrMY0laJ_wG8HyhcgfoXVJMCjQZFJLJgtZXC7whtpZw7H3uXdN/s1600-h/BobMarley02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401115582197297986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkAtn-_MEeBnEgbIlslbM33QK7b9m5IqS864tTnhtHksOPxmLTpSjhXpkm5bJco92CS_tj9s7QXq5QDuCZHw9skjuV2lrMY0laJ_wG8HyhcgfoXVJMCjQZFJLJgtZXC7whtpZw7H3uXdN/s400/BobMarley02.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tonight I've signed myself up for a <a href="http://www.gardenstateyoga.com/bob_marley_friday_night_flow.php">Bob Marley Friday Night Flow</a> class at <a href="http://www.gardenstateyoga.com/index.php">Garden State Yoga</a>. The room is candle-lit and Bob Marley music accompanies the practice. I can't think of a better way to start my weekend.genevievehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00693752115366627302noreply@blogger.com1