Bradley is not really marrying Auz (yet). He's actually not even dating her (she lives in Thailand), but he's planning their wedding anyway. He asked me to make an announcement to celebrate their upcoming nuptials, and since I am a supporter of all things love, I agreed.
Ha. I am not even in this photo, but I liked the series so much I had to steal it from Brian's Facebook. My favorite part is the way the lights change. Anyone have photos they want me to animate? I love doing it seh mech.
This photo makes me laugh every time I look at it.
Also, the photographer still hasn't given any wedding day photos to Mindy, and the wedding was THREE MONTHS AGO. The only reason I care is because I still haven't seen any photos of myself in my blue dress. Purely selfless reasons.
So I stole this photo off of the photographer's website, and I'm not even going to link it out of spite.
The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. (5)
We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. (8)
Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love. (11)
He called to her in a kind voice, and Tereza felt her soul rushing up to the surface through her blood vessels and pores to show itself to him. (48)
photo from here
• A fixed refrigerator
• Good home teachers
• A mother who is seeing to it that I get an H1N1 vaccination
• Guys who blog
• My friendship with Natalie
I know you've all been loving the fact that I (for whatever reason) have felt the urge to blog about Bon Iver every day lately. All of these songs I hadn't heard by him before just keep falling into my lap. Like this one, for instance. He's covering The Outfield's Your Love. And it's a beauty, like always.
Sometime in the last week the refrigerator at my house stopped keeping things cold. My milk went bad in four days, and I had to throw out my baby spinach this morning. Amy was scared that the meat in her Chipotle leftovers would go rancid, so she put it them the freezer (which happens to look like a snowstorm inside), and Rebekah stopped putting things into the fridge altogether.
I had some Bombay House leftovers, which had been in the fridge for less than 48 hours. When I called my mom for advice about whether to eat it, she told me, "When in doubt throw it out." I didn't want to throw my chicken tikka masala out, so I preheated my oven to 350º and re-cooked my chicken in a casserole dish for thirty minutes. Delicious.
Our landlord is having a repairman go to the house at one. Hope that works, because I'm missing my cereal.
I know it probably seems like I don't do actual work, but that's only because don't blog about that not-as-fun part. Once a year creative services has a lunch and activity, and this year that happened yesterday afternoon. We carpooled up to the boss's house, had some lunch, participated in an Add-On contest on the trampoline (Which I won. Ah, so prideful.) and had a kickball tournament.
Some people took the games seriously, but other people talked on their cell phones in the outfield instead of running for the ball. Either way, I was glad to be outside.
I have been a little bit melancholy the past day or two,
So much love.
I stayed up last night finishing The Secret Scripture. For fifteen minutes following I flipped back through parts of the book and thought about the unfairness of it all and cried. Poor Roseanne. What a lonely, heartbreaking life, and she still chose not to be bitter. What a beautiful person who thought all that was left of herself was a rumour of beauty (268).
If you can't tell, I'm a big fan of this book. It is the best book I've read in a long time. Up there with The History of Love, for me.
It was always going to be him. (144)
I must admit I put my mind only lightly to these matters. At least, I attempted lightness. My head is already stuffed with grief I suppose like a pomegranate with its red seeds. I can only bleed grief, having no room for more...I sat there among them with a roaring head. (165)
That is because at close of day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body. (177)
There was the moment we stood side by side in the church, and I looked down at her face just the second before she said 'I do,' and then heard her say it, and then out of her face flew this extraordinary light, flooding up at me. It was love. You do not expect to see love like that. I did not anyhow. (177)
For a moment I thought I could hear music, a swell of old American jazz, but it was only the bleary wind staggering over the summit. And in the music I heard my name. (189)
The room had a little bit of sideways spring sunlight, that seemed to have crept in through the window-glass with an almost apologetic delicacy. A little square beam of it sat across Roseanne's face. Yes, she is very old. Sunlight as always the most brutal measurer of age, but also, the most faithful painter. (197)
I sat there. I am sitting there still. (202)
Some tunes only rarely find their moment, like some ould Christmas song, or slushy old ballads in the deeps of winter when everyone wants to be melancholy. (206)
There are some sufferings that we seem as a creature to forget, or we would never survive as a creature among all the other creatures. The pain of childbirth is said to be one, but I cannot agree there. And the pain of whatever had happened to me is certainly not one either. Even as a sere old crone in this room I can still remember it. Still feel a shadow of it. It is a pain that removes all other things except itself, so that the young woman lying there in her marriage bed was just all pain, all suffering. (210)
Who can really itemise the cause of our human tears? (212)
Imaginings. A nice sort of word for catastrophe and delusion. (219)
How was it I had managed to live in the world with no one? (260)
I suppose we measure the importance of our days by those few angels we spy among us, and yet aren't like them. (268)
Pure feeling, nothing else. Feeling without thought. Just to get there, to keep going and get there. (291)
Because why would I not reject her, when everyone else had? (293)
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My friend, Josh, and I went to the Indian Diwali celebration at the Salt Lake City Library this past weekend. How culturally-aware of us. I had The Hanukkah Song in my head the rest of the day—not because they sang it, but because of the The Office episode about Diwali.
These pics are from almost two months ago when we biked Big Water up Millcreek Canyon, but I finally got the photos from Brent Lee Thompson.
I love being their third wheel, and I love that I almost kept up with these two on the downhill, which I do not struggle with as much as the uphill. I almost forgot my sunglasses up there in the mountains. I'm still getting used to sunglasses, because I need them for mountain biking and apparently some optical sun damage, but I was not born with an ability to wear them often or comfortably.
I am so awkward in this pic.Please forgive my oversight and stupidity, and let it be possible for me to obtain a visa before November 21.
I heard this on KRCL one morning on my way to work and texted (while driving...oops*) some of the lyrics to myself so I'd be able to look it up later. That text to myself had been in my inbox since October 15th. So glad I didn't delete it.
*I NEEDED that song. Plus, I text so much less while driving than I used to since NPR's story scared me.
Mindy made Jake swallow his pizza before he took the picture
He's so attractive.
I accidentally carved TRICK OR TRET,
You can't see the whole pumpkin,Is/has anyone celebrating/celebrated this?
I would like to, but I'm not sure how to go about it.
My sophomore year at BYU I went to something for my Spanish class sponsored by the Spanish department. I can't recall what all went on. The only part I remember is making words and pictures out of pinto beans on the floor of the Terrace in the Wilkinson Center with Mark, Natalie, and Allison.
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