Well that was certainly a plink dry spell… Sorry to leave without notice! The truth is, I have really been enjoying being so busy. I know that this is what I need in my life in order to be happy and healthy.
I’ve been doing more of this:
Regularly scheduled plinks will return shortly! Thanks for sticking with me.
[Images are of me in "Perfect," "Passenger Seat," and "Nocturne," all can be viewed here]
I have a problem. I go through periods of time when I want to be someone else (not forever, just for a bit!) – today, it’s Alison Mosshart of The Kills.
I realized this after reading this post over at Ladylike-Fatlace today. I’ve listened to her music for quite some time, but never seen pictures of her. No surprise, she is badass and feminine, stylish and talented. I’m green.
From fatlace.com/ladylike
More photos after the jump… (more…)
Grace Kelly in LIFE magazine
Looking: at these unique pictures of Grace Kelly, as scanned from LIFE by Starbucks and Jane Austen. See the rest of the photos there – they show Grace as a person, not a princess. One of my ballet rehearsal coaches once told me that I looked like Grace Kelly in the leotard I was wearing that day – silly, but that was one of the best compliments I’ve ever received!
Listening: to more songs than I ever wanted to hear – trying to find inspiration for Wednesday’s choreographer auditions.
Tasting: pancakes for dinner.
Smelling: pancake essence in ever corner of my apartment.
Feeling: pancake batter dried to my fingers… What? Don’t look at me like that.
…was my first day of high school, in New York City.
All cell phones went dead that morning. My parents walked over 100 blocks to my school so that we could be together, for whatever came next.
It’s hard to describe the feeling that morning – it was a sort of quiet chaos, numbed by shock and tinged with fear.
My parents and I stopped in a deserted restaurant and watched the television coverage, grateful for some news when all lines of communication seemed blocked.
We then began the trek back uptown, walking with hundreds of thousands of other people.
It was an overwhelmingly vulnerable human experience. The streets were filled with people walking the entire length of Manhattan and beyond; eerily like a mass exodus.
Once home, we watched in horror as the towers fell.
We later had to close all windows to block the smoke and ash that was spreading from downtown.
It’s difficult to feel grateful for any consequence of that day – but it did profoundly change the way that people interacted with one another, particularly in the city, for quite some time afterward.
Author Augusten Burroughs has a thoughtful set of photographs with commentary that I find to be in tune with my feelings today.
It’s surreal to think that eight years have passed. I don’t know what else to say.
age 22
dancer
recent college grad
explorer
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