ahhh music

happy december 22.

in

my hair is pinned up in a faux bob this morning--an attempt to do something with last night's leftover curls. it's surely messy.

i'm off to do some christmas shopping. yup, i'm that girl. i'm so that girl. that girl. (in fact, i'm that girl who's now afraid she's just not gonna get it all done).

i have to work this christmas season so i'm stuck in new york. and i've been stuck in a bit of a funk as of late, but yesterday i had this sudden thought (i'll tell you about that later) and the funk has lifted and i'm left remembering that often the unconventional holidays are the most meaningful.

even if i'm not home, i'm with family. and holidays are about attitude, if nothing else.

so this morning i leave you with another head and the heart clip. i've been listening to them non-stop. i love this video because it just seem so darn joyous. imperfect and a little rough around the edges: human. pure light.


friday.

in ,

i'm a little bit granola. and i like my music a little folk-y. so on this lovely friday morning i leave you with these two little nuggets of my week. the first a video by a seattle band, the head and the heart (which of course i became aware of by one of your blogs that now for the life of me i can't seem to get back to) and the second, a gorgeous piece of writing that simultaneously filled me with such wonder, sadness, and love.

this weekend i plan to finally get some christmas shopping done. run the errands that have been on my list for far too long to count. and have a little fun: pictures forthcoming!




There is nothing scarier than the first time you see the weakness in your rock, the frailty of your human pillar. The mortal state looks lighter and too thin. The choices become yours and you desperately and fleetingly beg your mind to recall the instruction manual you need to believe you've been subconsciously writing all your life. There had been contridiction between instruction and action- but not much. It always felt clear what she meant. You wonder passively if when she moves on, her voice- no, her standards- will still live on the ground floor of your heart. Holding all you've done up in a billowing skyscraper of "stuff".

via  here. 

i have a secret to confess...

in

if you see me on the street and i'm smilin' for no reason at all i've either...

1. just finished physique class and am now noshing on a clementine

2. or i'm movin' to this beat**

and chances are... it's the latter.


**just a head's up that there is gratuitous language involved (featured, rather) and if that's not your thing then don't click over. but if you can stomach it (or take it with a grain of salt) then oh god is the video worth it! 


(and a big thanks to natalie for bringing it into my life).

a post that feels a bit like housework (but also another song--and this one's even better).

in

there is a baby actually screaming across the courtyard (to the point that i want to go over and help, or ask them to close their window). and i can hear the tea kettle whistling in someone's apartment. i love the yellow glow of lights early in the morning when the sky is still gray. the clatter of spoons against mugs and bowls. the preparation, readying for the day. oh, the morning.

i'm preparing for a long day of dentist, followed by pursuit of a job with some steady income, followed by babysitting.

so instead of writing a post, i leave you with this:

(i don't mean to be on a music kick, but this is one of the most beautiful songs i've heard in a long, long time {so for the love of pete (of pete's sake fame) listen to it}).



i do promise to post later today (something more than a music video). so check back. i'll update you on my weekend and i'm trying to write down some thoughts on what it means to be back in new york after my time away in utah.


enjoy this wednesday!


(ps: the baby has stopped screaming. phew.)