Last Leg

*by boutonniere, EXTREMIDADES AMPUTADAS, *Neëst*, Sarita Lolita, ashley_tarr

1. 8000+ words off my dissertation and just a bit more to go. Very determined to get it out of the way by wednesday. It has been lurking in the background since I started school last October and at least I am reaching a certain first draft. Would tell you more about it once it's finished...

2. Start packing for NYC! Seeking sartorial inspiration from my flickr favourites (as shown above) and also astounded by the sheer amount of blue jumpers and breton shirts I have. Eeeeek.

Les yeux clairs

Tina, by Mariam Sitchanavia

I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

- Jonathan Safran Foer

*Giveaway Result!

Congratulations I am your lung! I will contact you within these few days : )

Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit

*From the girl who tamed the tiger

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

- Henry David Thoreau

Giving up meat de-cluttering started running stopped buying things. I am stripping away the periphery so that all I have is the essence of my being. This task at hand alone is enough to keep me focused and running and running and running in those dark nights and among blossoming trees. The promise of spring and the tears of joy. For that alone I will strive. For life alone I will strive.

Nothing scares me more than indifference and mediocrity.

Doing everything but writing

*Hemingway with cat, from here

About a non-typing night by Charles Bukowski 

(thanks to The Cat Ladies for sharing)

She phones, "You done any writing?"

"No", I say 

"What ya been doing?"

"Nothing." 

"Is there anybody there with you?"

"Just the cat."

"And you haven't done any writing?"

"No."

"Do you feel all right"?

"I 'm ok."

"How come you haven't phoned?"

"I did", I tell her.

"That was earlier" (Pause)

"And you haven't done any writing?"

"No".

Writing is not a God damned job.

I 've had lots of God damned jobs.

And if writing ever gets to be a 

God damned job,

I ll look for another one.

I know she means well,

I do too.

Condolences

*White Roses by Henri Fantin-Latour on the Athenaeum

Slow water runs deep

Amazing photography by Osma Harvilahti

Being profound and seeming profound. - Those who know that they are profound strive for clarity. Those who would like to seem profound to the crowd strive for obscurity. For the crowd believes that if it cannot see to the bottom of something it must be profound. It is so timid and dislikes going into the water.

Nietzsche