lullaby of birdland

today i checked out a dvd from the library of ella fitzgerald's performances in belgium '57 and sweden '63...and ahhhhhh

oh, april in paris<3

a few thoughtss

• i love audrey hepburn
• i want/need to revisit the amazingly beautiful and historic city of roma
• if you haven't seen 'a roman holiday,' your heart has missed out on some class A warming and i pity you.
  

currently reading

reincarnation

Matter cannot be created nor destroyed, thus we all are made up of so many earthy things. My soul has lived before and my flesh and organs have existed in different places, as different things. I am crystals, and bits of errupted volcano, I am the tiny bones of kittens past and the petals of many flowers come and gone, I am berries and trees and my mother and father. We're all just recycled goods, over and over, into new, bright things, and when we go our souls will split into two and we'll search all the world for a soulmate and probably, possibly never find them. I, and we, are spread all over the universe, because we're made up of the universe, and so the only way to be truly happy is to do everything in your power making sure that the universe is doing the very best. You don't know where your soulmate is, and maybe you never will, but it would hurt you if they lived a life of suffering.

la vie en rose

I love Edith Piaf!, I love this song, and I love the Armstrong version, and I've been humming it all day

i'm not much of a smoker

but these are my new faavorite drinking companions (aside from the ever-festive nat sherman fantasias).

Suddenly there is this pressure to intend and declare. My professors and peers are asking questions about what I'm studying and all of my plans, have I intended, have I declared. Well, I don't know, I don't know enough to intend or declare! My only plans are to travel and write poemsbooksstories and make things and sew and paint and photograph and love and drink tea everyday and have beautiful and strange dreams and swim around, but walk mostly.