i almost can't handle it- today marks another day of feeling entirely overwhelmed by the magnificence of this world, and i am utterly amazed by what people can do, and what is available and accessible with just enough research and sight. it's all so possible. i am addicted to the world through collectives and togetherness. i love discovering the eyes of other people.




im so obsessed! it's making me blog too much, marking the things that move my insides.

i'll tell you what's great:



1. hampshire girls are the best
2. sharing food is the best kind of giving
3. lebanese recipes from 1978 are the best
4. boats are the fucking best
5. plant pots are also the best
6. visualization and escapism is the best


we talked about "the secret" for a really long time over dinner today (the secret that your world can be easily be made by just wanting). being with my some of my favorite women/the women of my dreams these last two days has brought a calm to my ocean. they have an intensely soothing presence, and without a doubt, they are women with the most integrity.

M A D R E S P E C T

our house//////your house

earlier this week i had the joy of repotting plants! my hand in wet dirt- snorting and sorting all of it. it made me wish that it would rain, and that's what happened all day today. it was light rain, and then amazing heavy wind into warm rain that filled my brown bag with water. i was coming home w plum nectarine hand pies and chocolate cherry rolls. i brought them to the pot luck. emma young is suppose to be around, but we'll see if anything happens. she's a girl that i really miss.

so i'm in the middle of listening to someone talk and sing, and they are unbelievably good at it. they are telling a story about sitting around the motel, and i can think of the faded tv, and stale styrofoam beds, and packets of cream cheese as a result of complimentary breakfasts. anyway, he is rhythmic with his words and they dance around whatever melodies are coming from the guitar. it could be the sound of a song. i think he is probably just a good performer.


someone is throwing rocks at my window! it is my neighbor!

=letterpress work
=writing work
+down stairs neighbor hang
-bug bomb tomorrow
++perfect bicycle
++big pack of cheap green tea
+portfolio submission
++duck stew
++++++mom gives great pep talk
+++in love w my volunteer work

nearly invisible networks that we depend on but of which we know very little

ya bird shit on my arm

NORTHAMPTON, MA BELIEVE IT

well i am trying to live in between all these things. staying up late feels good. being able to sit here and just listen to music is my home away from home. nothing could be closer to the vine. my days are spent upright, reaching for leavened goods. all i could care for is keeping my butt down. my picture descriptions go like this:

i. eating the bread i make, and sharing it with kate
ii. missing my friend
iii. finding a slashed cat
iv. the warmest place to do work


i've been getting better after being the worse at bread shaping. no more breaking the dough.

i have been making new friends, but i have been missing my seasonal friends.

desert into philadelphia

irma thomas has it going it on, she said take a look at this girl she's the girl that wants you, take a look at this face i'm gonna walk up to your door, take a look at this hand it's gonna knock on your door, take a look at these lips theyre gonna kiss ya.


long day of selling bread, and being genuinely delighted to be there. the job makes me literally weak in the knees though, and makes my sprained ankle a little more swollen than the beginning of the day (8 hrs). what returned me into a state of joviality was being at the darkroom at the end of the day, and smelling all the chemicals, and seeing all the tanks, tongs and thermometers. it's totally meant to be. the job is easy, and the whole building puts life back into me. and there's time to think and feel about the things i want to see, or make be seen. i love it. and i get to be around people who are learning and want to learn. how could we ever fool ourselves into thinking life or a job should just be a small plateau. that's so silly. it would make me cry if i ever felt that way.

i'd cry out of oblivion! and then listen to my dose of neil young, timi yuro and irma thomas for the day





forecast: sunshower over estelles!!!