love from the bottom to the top

Earlier I was sad so I ate pie which did help somewhat.

Then I watched this video again and again (as I often do) because the Talking Heads are my lucky rocket ship underpants of adulthood. They don't always work, but they mostly always work, at least somewhat.

This is a picture of Besser, Poehler, Roberts, and Walsh that I took in a parallel universe.

Hello. Stuff and things. I've lived in New York for 9 years and I still can't keep plants alive.

clamming for gold

This is me, Sam, and Miklos pulling clams out of the sand in Islesford. It was cold out. It was great fun.

We brought them back to the house, soaked them, then cooked them, then ate them with homemade pasta. It was one of the most delicious meals in recent memory.

What I learned -

- dig when the tide is low
- sometimes clams squirt water when you pull them out of the sand. lots of silly pee jokes can be made.
- keep track of your digging tools, otherwise you will lose them
- you're gonna fuck up your manicure. be okay with this.
- soak them in fresh water with a little corn starch

Clare took this. She also did most of the cooking. Thank you Clare.

update

Ooof. I take it back. The part about being annoyed by the storm and the part about never dying because the view tonight killed me.

Kurzweil and the Hurricane

Hurricane Irene came and went. Bought shit I don't need and food I won't eat for a hurricanes that wasn't that bad. Makes me wonder what news networks are actually trying to do - make me scared, make me informed, or make me spend money. What's worse is that I almost didn't fall for it. Some day soon I will learn my lesson and stop fearing silly things like hurricanes and get back to fearing normal things like social interaction.

My flight to LA was canceled "Until further notice" but, you see, I don't know what that means.

In other news, I have an ongoing theory that I'm never going to die and this is further proof of that.

I don't know. 13?

14?

Is that even me?

Braces. Bangs. Zero friends. Two-tone hair. Taffy, the dog, probably in the yard. Mom took this. I do not remember why.

The puff paint t-shirt is doing a great job hiding the adolescent chub.

I just found this picture.

For years it was between the pages of an old notebook. Now it's on this blog.

I tried to make my bangs look good that day. 4th grade was a rough one.

Etcetera.

current location - Islesford, Maine

When I was 3, an earthquake rattled my first childhood house in Ridgewood, New Jersey, but apparently I slept through it because I was one of those babies who adored being asleep, even when the earth was shaking.

Today an earthquake rattled my second childhood house in Richmond, Virginia, and again I missed it because I was asleep. But in my defense, I was asleep on a plane. Which was in the air.

My dad was at work when the earthquake hit. I asked him what happened and he offered this. "We all ran out of the building and hung out for 15 minutes, looked at each other, and went back to work."

I imagine if someone ran up to my dad screaming, "Aaah!! The world is blowing up! The sky is melting! We're all gonna die!!", that he'd sort of shrug and say, "Tough stuff, kid." And then he'd go have a cigar on the deck.

My current favorite article of clothing is my rainbow brite t-shirt.

44 degrees 15'44" N / 68 degrees 14'07" W is a common sticker to see on this island.