Multi-Happy-Ism

mas...

Refresh, Reuse, Recycle

So I changed up the header for fun. I'm a bit idle in NJ right now. Let me know if you love/hate it.

Got your Flippy Floppies?

New Jersey.

Rita's is now open for the 09 season.

THIS IS GREAT NEWS!!!!!!

but actually, I just really want a drink.
preferably over-alcoholinized irish coffee.
this is my latest justification for drinking habits.
getting in touch with the first syllable of my surname.
etc.

Learning The Etsy Ropes...

Despite previous misgivings, an Etsy shop for Type-High was incredibly easy to procure and set up. (Sofie, I think you are a pro at this from CFEVA? Feel free to send tips my way. xo)

I have two items so far! Three cheers for entrepreneurial progress!

what i did today.

so, when my computer crashed over the summer i had to get a new one. i didn't lose anything of note...except for my adobe programs. finally, this week, i managed to wrangle a copy of photoshop for my own personal use. yay! and i must say, so far CS4 is magical. here are some photos i worked on today, just playing around.

wow! 2009

(200)9 new year goals for the year of the OX

1. reignite the spanish in me
2. make things, all kinds of things - shitty things, breathtaking things
3. dont hold back
4. take on a lover later this year
5. observe
6. be quiet
7. go somewhere new and be scared
8. read all sorts
9. surprise myself

grab it by the fuckin horns, ladies!

The Bicycle

as you can see, i have early traumas on The Bicycle.

2009

1. Get out of here.

2. Get Vitamin D.


3. Get out of here.

i hate this.

then i like it.

"Sea-Fever"

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)


then i hate it again.