some pictures from the LI beach (&showing off our new haircuts!)
featuring: Liza, Sean &Myself
|I deserved it.|
|This is what I look like after being spun around over and over upside down.
He’s lucky I didn’t throw up on him.
fast forward to Wednesday, the 18th.
Got two hours of sleep and by 5am Jessie was at my house – beach time!
Usually a few times a year we go to Jones beach for the sunrise. It’s a wonderful time to take portraits:
After the beach, we didn’t sleep and ended up driving upstate with Brian. Our destination was New Paltz but of course we stopped in Sleepy Hollow. I didn’t take many pics on this trip but here are the few I got:
I’ve been working hard on the shop and I plan on listing a bunch of things before I move next Friday! eee
Ham on Rye is one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. I was debating which Bukowski book to start which but after reading an amazon review, “…a relatively quick read about a rather painful childhood of Harry Chinaski, a German-American kid with an anti-conformist bent so pronounced that Holden Caulfield would tell him to cheer up.” I knew I had to go for it. I usually have a hard time getting into a book but I could tell I liked Bukowski’s style of writing just from the first page. Ham on Rye has a strong motif of searching for self identity and although it isn’t very optimistic, there’s something comforting and even motivating about how real it is. It’s definitely the kind of book that some people would find offensive; truth, Henry comes off as an asshole but you do feel for him because he is easy to relate to. I can’t wait to start Post Office tonight -which is also about Henry Chinaski (yeah, the amazon reviewer got the name wrong.)
I went to the beach yesterday with Brian and Bean and took a few pics of them. How adorable are they!?
Check out my newest vintage camera:
I’m thinking about writing a little about photography. Kinda like ‘understanding your digital camera.’ I don’t know if anyone will read it though. We’ll see.
Look at this beautiful interior I stumbled upon today:
I’m in the process of cleaning up the basement and moving all my stuff down here. I can’t wait to be able to paint it and redo it. I wish I had a place this gorgeous to work.
I was debating about whether or not to go down this path, but then I decided to just do it. I love philosophy (did I mention that I’m going to minor in philosophy? No matter where I end up going to school, no matter what my major is, I want to minor in philosophy. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far because that’s what my dad did too.) But I was avoiding the topic because when you discuss philosophy the ‘G’ word always comes up, but I suppose we’ll try to work around it.
Here’s a page out of my notebook:
&I got my ID for UVM but tuition is a lot more than I had expected. I looked at the other colleges in the area and none of them offer summer dorming. I could always stay in an apartment for a month but I really wanted to stay in a dorm with other students my age. Looks like I’ll have to look into something else to do for the summer..
Oh, oh! I might be going to the Hamptons tomorrow… I just need to convince Jessie to go with me (which is harder than it sounds.) Brian’s going to be working out there tomorrow so I want to use that as an excuse to drive out there for the day. I don’t know why I always find a thousand things I want to do when I have a whole to-do-list I should be checking off. (Those of you waiting for rings they’re almost all done!)
P.S. It’s a funny thing writing a blog. I never used to know what to write about & it seems like the more I write the more I have to write about. Even if it’s all just silly stuff. It doesn’t feel weird anymore to write without having someone answering right away. (That’s always why I prefer to chat rather than email or post on forums. But I’m learning!)
Somehow I only manage to find time to write on this thing at 3am. Good.
Long story short:
I still have much more pics to show you, but I figured I should show you the ones from today by themselves. I’ll write tomorrow (+more pics). Promise.