For my best friend on her birthday

Sarah DH taught me what grace is. She possesses the intuition and inner strength of a wise old woman, the determination of a prizefighter, and she also happens to be among the coolest people I know.  I've known her since we were 10 years old, when we were somehow impossibly, frenemies. Maybe at that age we were confused or overwhelmed by the dynamic that we sensed would develop, a powerful, deep bond of sisterhood that could withstand 16 plus years of friendship. We've traveled the world together, done incredibly wonderful, stupid, liberating, adventurous, rebellious things together, and helped each other through heartaches and sorrows. Today is her birthday and I wish her all the love and joy and peace in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

 In the foothills of the Himalayas, India, 2005

 Bangkok, Thailand 2005

 Washington, DC, 2007

  

Brooklyn, NY, 2010

 Washington, DC, 2010

Rehoboth Beach, 2011

 

Uruguay, 2011

  Cinnaminson, NJ, 2012

Somehwere, Some time

HAIM

I realize on this blog there's no shortage of hyperbole. But really and truly, that's because I don't post about something unless I think it's damn amazing and worth sharing with you people. Okay? So TRUST me when I tell you that if you thought rock n roll was dead, you were dead wrong (yes I said rock n roll). HAIM shreds in a way that I just didn't think was still happening in this day and age. Blah blah 80's revival blah blah, NO! HAIM is different. I saw them live on Saturday at Music Hall of Williamsburg and I know I wasn't the only one who was b*tch slapped in the face by how awesome they were. 3 sisters, grungy as heck, making sweet electric love to their guitars, bass, and keys (and at one point all wildly/expertly banging on drums). I am smitten. The videos below are a taste, but mind you do NOT do justice to how epic they were live. That is all.

On The Road

Whenever I find out that one of my favorite books is being made into a movie, I feel a mixed twinge of excitement and guilt. Books were my first love, movies were my first fiery romance. I need books to have and to hold, I need movies to lust after and stir the fire in me. This trailer for On The Road certainly has me lusting. My dear ragged paperback, don't look at me like that with your doggy eared pages and coffee stains, I still love you!

WOLF NIGHTS

A new wonderful photo blog by friend and vey sparkly gem of a person, Sophia Moreno-Bunge. Her photographs transport me—they tell the most whimsical tales of friendship, nature, and a love for  random beauty in the world. WOLF NIGHTS

PS. I have a print of the ice crystal hanging in the living room and I could sit on my couch and look at it for hours!