Blogshare: Jamie's From Me to You

her 'pears and the afternoon light'
Jamie's site, from me to you

Her blog is chiefly photography, with food and recipes thrown into the mix. So really, what's not to love? I especially enjoy her site's design -- a mixture of vintage brown paper, bits of string, gorgeous stationary, old typewriter fonts and old-fashioned scripts and pins. She has made a visit to her page such an experience I bookmarked it right away and had to share the very same day! So... Go visit!!

I Want

... to live here:

pilfered from blog, Elements of Style
the hotel, La Mamounia


please?

pilfered from blog, Elements of Style
the hotel, La Mamounia



pilfered from blog, Elements of Style

pretty please?

pilfered from blog, Elements of Style
the hotel, La Mamounia


(I WANT)
... to bathe here:

pilfered from blog, Elements of Style
the hotel, Bellinter

We. Are. Beautiful.

'yin yang'
matthew jordan smith

linked to le coil

All Good Things Come In Threes...???

Last post. I swear it. It occurred to me, as I moved to close this browser tab, that I never posted my finished sapphic verse poem (click here for more details). It won't win any awards but here it is:

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Only ageless quiet attends our altars
Shrouds our days in motes and in shade - a half-life
Lived in half-light. Even our fire can pale in
....Twilight and gray or
Starve in empty temples. But instinct never
Wavers, never dulls in the pitch: the God Who
Slumbers in the Waters still sleeps; the sun still
....Sets in our brother's
Bloodless breast. We follow the endless arc to
Guard the sun. Descend to lustrate in gold-tipped
Shrines where chanted litanies hailed the dawn. But
....No one reveres us

Now: a younger god has transfixed man's needy
Eye. Unsung, we leave empyreal climes, slough the
Night off (like a barnacle fastened to the
....Hip of the sun) to
Pace abandoned Houses. In temple dusk we
Wonder - will we ever again be met at
Dawn? Be praised, our manifold Names half-sung? Will
....Anyone love us?


photo & poem copyright belongs to: Shanee Gbelawoe

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Shameless plug but do remember to check out the two posts following this one as they are new too! And about music!

I promised you pictures!

I promised pictures and so here they are (I apologize in advance for the extreme close-ups):






Usually I do my twists smaller than this, however, the increased in length has caused a scraggly look I cannot abide. It's all 'eye of the beholder' stuff but by my eye, my current length looks better with thicker twists. With that first one (as I snapped the picture) I thought, only a bajillion more to go! Now that I think on it, it took me a full day less to "twistify" my whole head of hair which is fan-friggin'-tastic since the last few months has seen it take upwards to two days. Huh. Anyway, those are my pics. Of me. Terrifying. LOL

Oh, just so there are no illusions as to how far my happy nappy self has come, let me remind my gentle readers of my last length check <--- click cleverly "hidden" link. Brandon, you've seen my teeny-weeny, tiny-whiny 'fro so you really know.

This entire process has really opened me up to my sisters in the community. It made me so happy some nerd created and open sourced the internet so many decades ago. The amount of information and sharing that goes on about Black hair, its care, its meaning within and without the community has been affirming, eye-opening, confirming, bewildering, enraging and joyful. It's amazing the equal amounts of hatred and devotion our hair inspires. Like, take for instance the word 'nappy'; the connotations within the community are varied. In my household 'nappy' is simply another way of saying 'kinky' which is the state of our hair particularly the 4a/4b range; it is not derogatory. However that seems to be a cultural/West Indian (maybe also African) thing, though that varies place to place and by age groups. Among generationally American Blacks 'nappy' is tantamount to saying 'ugly'. I find that weird but it is this nation's inheritance to us and I was only inoculated from it by growing up in my immigrant household. For that I am grateful -- I cannot imagine hating my hair the way some Blacks do. The things some say if given enough rope to hang themselves are just staggering. It makes me cling to what I'm doing more and more. What I'm trying to write is this is not wholly vanity -- there is a lot of cultural, division, sadness and joy in our locks. This may also be true of other cultures but I'm not chronicling their journey, I'm chronicling my own. /preaching

a girl's purple tub

When I am old, I am shall bathe in purple...



...............................................................Isn't this just delicious???

Now I dream of a violet footed bathtub and golden roman shades for my windows.
I am such a style whore, ^_^! Thank you, Tha Hotness blog, for sharing your 'bathroom porn'
with the interweb at large.

Happy Nappy Length ^^

all photos are pre-wash

Yeah, sorry about the crooked glasses. Time for a new pair. ^^

a girl's inspiration: I love the silence

a girl's random pain and music

I threw out my back... Again! It's been a pain-spiked / medicated recovery for the last two and half weeks or so. Yeah, fun. I've been catching up on my 'nothing', which is even more awesome! (Please note the sarcasm.)

But just so this post isn't all about pain and pain medication (mostly 800 mg motrin with a kick of naproxen), I'll mention a few things on my imaginary 'current loves' list:

Composer, Steve Jablonsky's score for the film, "The Island" -- a lovely flick by the way, in which Ewan MacGregor and Scarlett Johanssen are as gorgeous as ever.

Composer, Guy Farley's score for the obscure British film, "Cashback" -- an average movie with lovely imagery and a compellingly voiced voice-over. Stay away from his score if you aren't into lush, slightly overblown drama of the orchestral kind. :)

Composer, Adrian Johnston's score for the obscure cinematic gem, "Me Without You" -- I already own the standard soundtrack but it's missing the sweetly dark strains of his instrumental work. I've been hunting it down with little success thus far but I've contacted his management group via e-mail so hopefully I'll receive a positive response soon!

For some reason this image just calls to me:

Perhaps it's the violence of the fire or the little girl,
so calm in a frock and pinafore(?) in the foreground?

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Question: how bad is it to work for the/an evil empire to make
an insane amount of cash? It's totally off-topic of composers and
pretty things but it's a situation I'm facing in which I'm excited
by the work but turned off by the employer. Details on that
later, I guess... Maybe.

Signing off! ^_^

impressions

into a delicate world I place myself into a delicate world
a bull amidst a giggle of girls lovely manga boys in dark
school uniforms this morning’s suited men their loosened ties
one less noose to slip flowing through a night of lights fast
drunk away on hungry weekends flee the birds and families to
calculated parks inlaid with maple and cherry trees thick
hardy stands of pine this sun takes to my skin a kiss again
again it kisses my skin I sweat through the persistent
caress

the brief farewell

Say goodbye to late sunrises and the early sunsets. Say goodbye
to unexpected rainbows. To lean trees and leaner Springs, to
months drowned in snow. To haunts and mountain ranges, long
drives and the unexplored, say goodbye.