Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wanted: Bigger work space
I'm back at it. The Scrap Quilt. (It's made from scrap material and hand sewn.)Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
The rain
It rained last night and it was beautiful. I sat on the porch with a new friend and she told me a secret and I told her some. I told her about Baltimore and how it's muggy during the days in the summer, but you're rewarded with an afternoon thunderstorm almost everyday. So I enjoyed sitting on the porch last night until 11:00 because the rain was at such a slant that it was hitting my shins even though I had pushed myself back against the house. And then the sun came out today and that was beautiful too. I like making new friends.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
researching famous first lines of novels....
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendiawas to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa)
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877; trans. Constance Garnett)
You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885)
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Samuel Beckett, Murphy (1938)
All this happened, more or less. Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911)
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)
I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)
You better not never tell nobody but God. Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982)
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)
-from Pantagraph.com
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendiawas to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa)
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877; trans. Constance Garnett)
You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885)
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Samuel Beckett, Murphy (1938)
All this happened, more or less. Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911)
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)
I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)
You better not never tell nobody but God. Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982)
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)
-from Pantagraph.com
Monday, January 19, 2009
restless.
dear universe,
i want to run around and jump over fences and ride my bike so fast and walk to barton springs and back and be so tired that all i can do is lay on the floor. and on sunday i'm going to play kickball. dammit.
love,
jess
i want to run around and jump over fences and ride my bike so fast and walk to barton springs and back and be so tired that all i can do is lay on the floor. and on sunday i'm going to play kickball. dammit.
love,
jess
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Oh! I love me a holga. (June 2005)
Going nowhere has it's blessing. (above)the difference between the breath in your lungs and the breath in the air, is that the breath in your lungs is all yours. (below)
There was such a need to wash my hands.
I know there are several reasons. (above)I brought you these fake flowers. (below)
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