February 2012
15 posts
Don’t panic—I gave my blog a face-lift.
It’s not from the known, but the unknown, Aimee, that creativity and inventiveness are born. Turn away from the predictable, cliché, and reliable. Brave the void where the darkness is greatest. Trust the quiet, find the stillness, feel the calm. Then steadily think, speak, and move as if you were led. Behave as if your vision were clear. Anticipate the emotional rush that will come with...
What if every wrinkle, scar, or gray hair only made you more beautiful? What if every tear you’ve shed, mistake you’ve made, and challenge you’ve faced, only drew you closer to the light? And what if, Aimee, for every breath you’ve taken, every sentence you’ve spoken, and every path you’ve chosen, your fans, in the unseen, multiplied?
Well, I’d say...
A Valentine's Day Letter from Ronald Reagan to His...
February 14, 1977
Dear St. Valentine,
I’m writing to you about a beautiful young lady who has been in this household for 25 years now—come March 4.
I have a request to make of you but before doing so feel you should know more about her. For one thing she has 2 hearts—her own and mine. I’m not complaining. I gave her mine willingingly, and like it right where it is. Her name is Nancy but for...
There is perhaps no more empowering belief, Aimee, than understanding you’re always in control of how you feel.
Similarly, understanding that just because you’re not always skipping through tulips with joy doesn’t mean that something’s wrong with you.
Because, Aimee, nothing has ever, ever, ever been wrong with you. Lots of grown-ups still like animal crackers.
You...
Vintage Mug Shots →
Some 1920’s inspiration. They glamorize the shit out of these.
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I have found that the most creatively ingenious breakthroughs have been the nights when I’m three coffees deep, eyes watering, hair tied up in a bun with a paintbrush, wearing sweats, with cold, tired feet. There is some type of inspiration and artistic nature that comes late at night; when the rest of the world is asleep. Same goes for the nights when one drinks to excess. Your body, mind,...
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Repost: Bionic hips, explosives, and airports
Cheesin’ right now and decided to repost this, since I’m missing the family. Also reread this post and finally realized how sassy and sarcastic I really am. Sometimes I really do think I am a ridiculous person—Enjoy this glimpse into my life.
I used to think that if you could handle a rainy day, untangling a strand of Christmas lights, and your first, true heartbreak that you...
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
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The trick to blending work and play, Aimee, lies not in what you do, but in how you view what you do. See work as play and see play as important - super very.
Super, very important -
The Universe
“Super, very,” Aimee, is like “way, a lot” “extremely, especially,” or “chocolater, chocolaty.” Adjective-phrases made up on-the-fly that would never fly...
I tell my art what I use to tell you.
And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. […] Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there...
January 2012
8 posts
“She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose, trembling mouth… People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the hide-and-seek of the heart dashing across. With a phone, you said words, but you never watched them go in.”
When you accidentally make something rhyme..... →
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If You Feel Like Knowing Me Better:
A test told me these were my top five strengths. Particularly weird… ya know… having your life finally make sense through a few clicks and pushes of a button on a computer………… Nevertheless, pretty rad.
Adaptability:
You live in the moment. You don’t see the future as a fixed destination. Instead, you see it as a place that you create out of the choices that you make right now. And so you...
Did you know, Aimee, that it’s perfectly okay, even highly ideal, to claim all is well amongst doubt and confusion? To be happy in spite of challenges? To laugh at problems? Dance without a partner? Sing without a rhyme? Talk to inanimate objects?
Oddly, most don’t. Habits worth cultivating, Aimee.
Go for it,
- The Universe
December 2011
12 posts
What I Did A Year Ago Today:
Exactly a year ago today I boarded an airplane to Shanghai, China. It’s a weird thing knowing exactly what you did a very year ago today. It amazes me how I can recall every detail of this day, but cannot remember last Tuesday, or last Wednesday for that matter. I remember what I ate, what I wore, what I was thinking. I look back now and countless things have changed since this day. There...
Forward: Illusions by Richard Bach
It was a question I heard more than once, after Jonathan Seagull was published. “What are you going to write next, Richard? After Jonathan, what?”
I answered then that I didn’t have to write anything next, not a word, and that all my books together said everything that I had asked them to say. Having starved for a while, the car repossessed and that sort of thing, it was fun not...
Ode to Artists
First off, I just want to apologize in advance for any spelling errors or grammatical slips during this post. After all, it is finals week. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’ve gotten little to no sleep these past several days that’s made me feel the need to write this post. Or the fact that I’m just sick of people judging art majors, I mean like really turning...
Unconventional Sonnets: Just let me be an artist. →
liraawr:
Last year I wrote a typical angsty, ambiguous blog about my feelings. Here I am again, sleep-deprived and starving (in aspects other than those related to hunger). But this time I feel like cutting down on the ambiguity and the angst.
This time last year I told myself, “Who am I kidding? I’m…
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Repost: Since my car finally died.
[Hey You,]
I’ll never forget the day you became mine. I had fought for you for so long. You were like a King, dressed all in ivory. You didn’t even make a move toward me that day. You just sat there like an invitation waiting to be accepted. Our matchmaker stood next to me. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. In his eyes I could see his words. “He’s yours now. He’s waiting.” There was a...
November 2011
13 posts
Detours, challenges, and crisis, Aimee, are simply covers for miracles that had no other way of reaching you. Cupcakes, Ding Dongs, and Ho-Hos are just plain old miracles.
It’s all good,
The Universe
What if every unexpected delay, postponement, or redirect, Aimee, only meant that at the very last second, right before the scheduled manifestation, I had an even better idea? Way, way better… We’re talking, like, pajamas with built in feet.
It happens,
The Universe
Playing
The other day I drove past one of the elementary schools near the house where I currently live. It was lunch time, around 12:30 pm. Brown paper bags, pudding exchanges, kickball, and tag consumed the black top. Kids gathered with red-rubber balls, bouncing them back and forth, up and down, and ran all around the now dying grass. They were playing. Each one of them with ample smiles on their...
“Your smile makes you that much more radical. You should never turn it off or turn it down. Your smile forces others to smile even when they don’t want to.”
It’s true, Aimee, sometimes when you’ve had a difficult day, or met difficult people, been let down, disappointed, or heartbroken, it’s easy to completely forget the most important thing of all… you’re alive. Without even trying. Who loves ya? The Universe
October 2011
11 posts
