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Happy Birthday Gabs!

YouTube – Patrick Star: Happy Happy Birthday to you!.

Happy 17th birthday to my crazy lil sista!

Teehee.

i love ya crazy coot!

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annecy is a collection of random loves

I will number the collection in chronological order of discovery:

1. calm, clear water

2. Mini golf. In honor of Peter.

3. International Animation Film Festival 2011. YES.

3. Canals through the town

4. arched alleyways, gas lamp lights, and ice cream stands

5. outdoor concert = sweet. house music = hilarious. “so black” – big ali and bob sinclair.

6. mountains touch lake and sky

Just snippets of the beginning of our journey further and further to the heart of my European paradise.

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backtracking

Allright. I’m back from the hordes at Versailles that jammed into a four-foot wide door. I’m back from the acres of gardens that stretch farther than their horizon line. I’m rested up from many naps and dreams interrupted and started right back up again (one including shopping with my mom and being interrogated by Bill Murray) before waking to get to breakfast at Porte Didot. It’s been an exhaustion that I wish I was more grateful to have. All in all, getting poured on in the rain with TK twice in the past two days (once on our way to a Moroccan restaurant and once waiting just outside the Versailles gates) is a nice kind of letting go that I need.

Let me back up to last Wednesday to share another sweet moment of losing myself at the Musée de l’Orangerie.

Monet’s Water Lilies overwhelmed me with peace and wholeness in their unique presentation in the oval rooms of the Orangerie. Up close, messy and loose brush strokes don’t make sense, but I still love them. Far away, the whole picture comes into a vision of nature that I can understand. Yet in it sublimity, in Monet’s unique gestures, the paintings are far more about creation than representation. Far more about the infinite than the particular. Losing myself in them helps me lose my little perspective of things as they are according to me. Far away, things hold up together in a brilliant balance that I do not know with my eyes but with my heart.

cheesy, yes… but the colors! I couldn’t resist.

stretched canvas

sitting like floating.

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cool runnings

Q: Did you have a good time in Switzerland?

A: I had a grand ole time.

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Viva la Suisse!

Hey look! It’s me paragliding!

Naw, just jokin, yah.

(But I wish! Next time!)

Took a four-day weekend trip to Annecy, France, and then Geneva and Interlaken in Switzerland. What a phenomenal, fresh, and polar opposite experience than Paris. Well, in most ways. We did run into a “cybernight” concert at Annecy that had the pretense of being for an animation film festival. But that’s a random side note.

There is so much to be said about these wonderful places and experiences! But I’ve got an art history test tomorrow and a lot of sleep to catch up on, so the elaborate post will have to wait a while.

Tschüs!

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brushfire fairytales

“it seems to me that maybe, it pretty much always means no,

and no one, no one, no one likes to be let down.” –Flake, Jack Johnson

How can such an upbeat song have a cliche-melancholic meaning? I swear it’s been all about the reggae-folk-high from the sweet first twenty seconds of this song that have been incessantly playing in my head the past few days that is one expression of me loving life.

running in paris is fun, because absolutely everyone looks ridiculous. one girl ahead of me jogged around the poles that so inconveniently line the very trajectory of sidewalk traffic (and that i have twice malled straight into) – dancing and fun and with long pants. no one really wears shorts. i guess nadal doesn’t seem so ridiculous. and then i saw a woman wearing a scarf that could’ve been one of the 80 euro scarves that i saw yesterday at les galleries lafayette. and then there’s cute old couples going at the slowest cutest pace together. and then there’s me with my fighting irish t shirt and nike shorts. sometimes it’s nice embracing being a true american.

so i’ve been feeling super-creative and spontaneous lately. the drawing is from the last class day (which was actually quite a hilarious class, despite not going to any museums) – i was in another world though.

and jack johnson seems to be part of that.

i’m returning what is pure in the only way i can. as the notre dame priest at the crypt of la madeleine told us in the gospel- it’s my way of being present in the midst of absence. and i truly do feel present in new ways. i’m definitely a flake about some things, like travel plans and daily agendas, but not about who i love. God, family, friends… so much joy that’s whole no matter how ‘far.’

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Paris is a jungle

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