word to your motha'

Visceral 

• DEFINITION

adjective

1

: felt in or as if in the internal organs of the body

2

: not intellectual : instinctive

3

: dealing with crude or elemental emotions

4

: of, relating to, or located on or among the internal organs of the body

Takin' it Easy

Time Spent with my baby sister in the woods, on a swing, at a Jackson Browne concert, in my lap in a hot tub (telling me of the woes of a high school girl), that for me is rest.



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Location:Redding, CA

give it a rest

True confessions: sometimes I am envious of my cats. They spend 80% of their days sleeping (or something like that).

I have been so overwhelmed with school this semester. I feel like I am always reading. I get up early to read, I stay up late to read, and in between I write papers. I know, it's college, it's all part and parcel. But seriously, exhaustion sucks. How long can a person maintain that kind of routine?
 The other day I was studying in bed (that was my first mistake) and Houston was sprawled out at the foot of the bed. I'm pretty sure I just stared at him for five minutes, wishing I could just shut my eyes for a few moments. So, I followed suit: thirty glorious minutes of sleep. Naps are the cure for exhaustion.

Cats are geniuses. And anti-social. But I think those things go hand-in-hand.

Rest

I've been exhausted lately. Like, I want to sleep all the time. Encapsulate for me, photograph please the thing that alleviates tire, exhaustion, sleepiness, weariness...


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Location:From my bed

it's the simple things

I don't know what it is about baked things. I love them. I even love simply walking through the baking aisle at the market. Cakes, regular or cupped size, cookies, breads... you name it, I probably want to eat it. Or bake it. Bake it, then eat it.

The other night we were strolling around downtown Wilmington and I saw that chalkboard sign. All the restaurants have them and they always say funny little things. But they had never read my mind. But, really, I did want it in my belly. Carrot Cupcake with Cream Cheese Frosting. Simply yummy. 

Sitting pretty

I love pictures of people. I love faces. Sitting and relaxing on a patio, it's a simple pleasure really. Capturing the essence of easy comfort that comes with rest; kickin' back, chillin' and relaxin' all cool.









Wish you were here Rach!

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Location:Sitting on patios everywhere.

Next word.

New word:

Simple

That's all.

Quotidian

It should come as no surprise:

It is something you imbibe:


Sometimes you have it on dates with good friends:


Dates with people you miss:


I like mine strong and black (like I like my men and Presidents and so on and so forth):



It's also good with pie. It's also good to have with the folks you go on "Pie Dates" with (who you also miss):



Sometimes you make fun of Michelle when you drink it:



Sometimes it's so good, you want to savor every drop of it but you spill it at the Farmer's Market in San Francisco (which wasn't so bad because you were with your family):



I make it everyday:



With a smile (even for people I don't prefer):



If you don't know me by now...you'll never, ever, ever know me:

No, I'm not a Boyz to Men Song, I'm coffee. I am the bane of your existence. I'm your drug, your comfort, your wakefulness, your addiction, your tastiness, your loveliness. But mostly, I'm your everyday.




At least it's MY everyday, quotidian really.

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erryday

Or at least it feels like it. We have these neighbors who fight. ALL THE TIME. Maybe not everyday (definition of quotidian), but it sure feels like it. Usually we only hear it muffled so it's not that big of a deal, just sad. But one day I came home from school and he came home at the exact same time, he flings open the door and they just go at it. And they don't close the door. It's okay though, because I ran through mine. I was so uncomfortable. I mean not that arguments don't happen but incessant screaming matches? Something has to be wrong. And then, like clockwork, after pretty much each and every fight, he comes out, sits on the stairs, and enjoys a nice, long cigarette break. I walked by this little beauty and just had to snap it. Looks like he didn't get to finish that last break, but don't worry, he'll be back. 

And, ya know, sometimes I just want to ask her why they stay together. Not that he is the only one to blame, in fact, it seems terribly unhealthy for the both of them. And, not to be a complainer, but the cigarette butts and smell I could do without. 

We're moving to a different apartment this weekend and this couple will forever be out of our lives but there were definitely times when they reminded me how good we have it.

Quotidian

There you go Rach. Bring it. Tell your mom she better have seconds at Sunday Dinner! :)


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Oh-my-gaudy!

My room mate Amanda is engaged. Planning a wedding is the consequence of marital engagement. Being the love cynic that I am, you can imagine that all the hoopla regarding these events is regarded with a snarky attitude on my end. In fact, my other room mate, Kelsey and I find the hysteria about weddings and love bizarre enough to have joked about starting an anti-wedding blog and titling it; "Nauseated at Nuptial Bliss." (Don't hold your breath).

Amanda is a far cry from a "Bridezilla." She's relaxed and finds our musings about these things entertaining and relatively understandable. However, we do have copious amounts of bridal magazines in our house (which, in my excitement over Chase and Amanda's engagement, I'll admit I contributed to our lot with gladness. I mean, it's absurd to expect a girl to plan a wedding without at least five of these handy manuscripts.) Karma really is, as they say, a "bee-yotch" or, fate has a cruel sense of humor, because one morning I stubbed my toe so hard on a tall pile of those magazines and drew blood. After whispered profanities in the early hours of the morning, trying not to wake my house mates I thought; "Now if that wasn't a metaphor for my life, I don't know what is."

One night Kels and I flipped through a magazine and neither of us could find a single dress we would ever agree to wear. The contents of these magazines are oftentimes; gimcrack, unbelievably gaudy.

Amanda found her dress yesterday!


And no, it doesn't make her look like a cupcake with those paper Asian fans hot glued gun all over the place like the one on the cover of this magazine. Nope, Amanda's classy with a great sense of style and a heart I'm going to miss a whole heap when she move's out this month.


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cheap

Don't get me wrong, the only expensive piece(s) of jewelry I own are my engagement/wedding rings but there is something about fake pearls that just make me want real ones. Whenever I see a woman with a string of pearls resting at the base of her neck, she just seems so classy. I want to be that classy. I want to be that put together. I don't have any pearls real or fake. Maybe I'll get these ones. I'll pretend to be that woman, that one who looks so perfectly coifed and elegant. And maybe I'll have some real pearls someday. 

Because I'm twelve

Next word: gimcrack

Which surprisingly does not refer to the unfortunate viewing of random derrière during that lame required class where they make you run. Like you're a runner. 

Definition: \JIM-krak\

1. (n) A showy but useless or worthless object

2. (adj) Tastelessly showy; cheap; gaudy.

capiche?

Blameless

Flowers and babies, that's what I thought of when I considered the word, "inculpable." Oh, and of course, Jesus (but he's hard to take pictures of).

I thought of flowers because they're lovely. Their sin is making things smell nice and captivating us aesthetically. Aside from existing in a fallen world, they perpetuate goodness and beauty. These stopped me on my run this morning and asked me to revel in their magnificence.


I'm serious, they did, it was as if I could hear them.

Babies, because they have nothing to be blamed for yet. They've just sought nurturance inside a safe place. They have stayed cozy, warm and fed as they've grown.

This is Alex, with a little one, already loved and almost ready to greet the world. I think Alex will mother thoughtfully, fully and grandly. I think this picture demonstrates something that maybe only a pregnant mother can. She is not only literally pregnant with a child but figuratively pregnant with expectancy, hope, life, love and innocence...FULL of all these things. I think that's why pregnant women "glow."



The day will come when "inculpable" won't be a word used to describe this babe. But for now "she" (for some reason I feel convinced it's a girl, which either means my intuition rocks or I'm crazy for being so certain of something so unfounded) is without guilt. But the wonderful thing is, that even when she is found guilty of some sort of wrong, she will be fully loved. And if it's a boy, he will too.

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Location:The airport, where I saw a couple exit their gate holding two babies from Africa with the whole family waiting to welcome their new members. I love airports!

"Uh-uh, not guilty."

Weirdly, when I saw Julia's word pick I immediately pictured the Hungarian woman from Chicago. 

I took this picture at Joann's fabric store, the most prominent reason being that I feel less guilty about spending money on clothes if I am going to make them than when I buy them. I love clothes but they can get pretty expensive and justifying a new dress or skirt is difficult, but if I spend money on fabric then not only am I getting a new item of clothing but I also am improving my skills in the craft of sewing. 

Theoretically. 

Realistically, I spend as much (if not more) on fabric, zippers, buttons, etc., that it probably loses all value. Which led me to my next reason: the reason many stores are able to sell their clothes so cheaply is that they are made in other countries by children or adults who are grossly underpaid and, in many cases, endangered in the work place, this fact is nothing new. Sadly, that fact doesn't really stop me from shopping at said stores (although I wish I had the means/will power to do so) but each time I make a new article of clothing I am, at least in that moment, not contributing to the mistreatment of people in sweatshops both here and overseas. Maybe someday I'll be able to fully clothe myself and thus be inculpable from perpetuating the system. Or, make enough money to only shop at stores who don't use sweatshops. 

Inculpable

Inculpable.

According to Merriam Webster: free from guilt; blameless.


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Crazy Love

This one was hard for me, I haven't been able to photograph "crazed" well at all. I've seen some crazy things, for sure but it's been difficult to document. But things changed when the Van Morrison song, "Crazy Love" kept getting stuck in my head while I kept thinking about this idea of "crazed" and the many ways it's demonstrated in people. I kept seeing people in love, everywhere. And the benefit is that since lovers are so into each other, they oftentimes don't even notice that I'm snapping pictures of their public adulation for one another. Love, love, love, love, crazy love.






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Location:Where lovers lie

c-c-c-crazed

Habla Espanol? Ya, me neither. And yet, I am in this class. This weekend is all about reviewing all the Spanish I thought I had learned last year. It's been a year. And we're reading short stories. En sobre mi cabeza. Estoy loca, no?


School is not out for the summer.

Flabbergasted seems dramatic

Herrington girls aren't known for their subtlety. I may resent being labeled "dramatic" but I have to admit that I'm very reactionary. I respond with vivacity and excitement...and it's rarely quiet. I wouldn't claim to be truly flabbergasted here but, I was surprised (and since Rachel so kindly defined the word for us a few months back, I'm certain I've managed to photograph something that is at least close to "flabbergasting"). It's not often you walk around in a large city and are confronted by roaming and free chickens, that's surprising.


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Let's give it another shot! Now that Rachel has an ETSY account, (she's like a real photographer) and I have regular Internet access...we can do this! Jen and Jessica won't, of course. But...Annie is loyal, Rachel's a bona fide blogger

And I'm just happy to participate! So I'm picking up where I left off...familiar. Falling is familiar to me. I have a propensity for disaster....here is the newest battle scar.





Let it be known, I ate dirt (literally, proper use of the word too) 6 minutes into my run and continued on because what's the point of a run that short? This is what I looked like afterward, B.A. I know ;).

words, words, words...

New word: (cause we're still doing this right?) Crazed.

Because we are sisters, and sisters do what their other sisters tell them to do.