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Sunday senses 9/13/09

13 Sep
Grace Kelly in LIFE magazine

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!

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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.

Sunday senses 9/6/09

6 Sep

With all of my cranky laziness and ignoring of the mission, I forgot to do Sunday senses. So here goes:

Looking: well, reading this very true post on love by Raaachem, one of my favorite writers of honest observations about life, relationships, friends, and women.

love is not just a noun – not just an emotion that you feel. it’s a verb..it’s an action.. it’s in the way you are and it’s in what you do.

i feel as if people are afraid to work. that love “feeling” starts to go away and all of sudden they forget about “acting” love. and i’m not talking about holding hands, or pda, or being gross and teenage-like acting. i’m talking about keeping that respect for your partner. i’m talking about not forgetting about his feelings as you try and acknowledge yours.

Let’s just give this the biggest word up ever. Click here to read the entire post. Check out her words on how technology has changed our day to day here.

Listening: to Mean Girls playing in the background of my lazy day. I’m always amazed that Regina is really Rachel McAdams under all that bitch.

Smelling: impossibly strong concentrations of lighter fluid from the neighbor’s backyard-I know it’s Labor Day weekend, but let’s take it easy, people.

Tasting: New York tap water.

Feeling: my parents’ couch, clearly made more for style than comfort.

don't remember where I got this so my apologies for the lack of photo credit!

don't remember where I got this so my apologies for the lack of photo credit!

Sunday senses

30 Aug

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Looking: at mysterious/beautiful silhouettes by Marinshe. Check out her flickr and her website.
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Listening: to ‘The Concubine’ by Beirut. An effortlessly pleasant song – my kind of ‘easy listening.’

Smelling: stale, musty, second-rate hotel air. This place hasn’t been redone in 25 yrs…

Tasting: soy cappuccino and memories of breakfast – fuckers put bacon in my home fries…

Feeling: the slight callouses on my palms just under the base of my fingers – must be from doing everything with my many rings on. Like lifting weights (occasionally). I am woman, hear me roar.

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Cannot wait to be back in the city tonight. There’s only one.

I love new york

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