I have always been a storm

with decorated wrists I've been carrying a sandy-bottomed bag full of books, camera, ipod, sketchbook, tanning lotion, and a lot of inspiration to the beautiful beach on 54th street. I've been spending my days there or at my best friend and soul-family member Elliot's house talking about our love for life and music. Then meeting Virginia Beach's tourists and locals at Surf Club, waiting tables. I enjoy my evenings in long maxi-skirts laced with the aroma of coconut and a seafood restaurant, drink in hand, and a smile on my soul amongst friends. Life is groovy.

I have several times woken up in the very early morning hours to

the sweet music of thunder and delicious aroma of rain creeping through my window as the wind dances with my sheer, white curtains. For this I have found meaning in life. Living now for the sky and sweet, sweet music. natural and man-made.

I've developed an unhealthy obsession with the Rock n Roll scene of the 60's and 70's, mostly in L.A. I've read up on Fleetwood Mac, Janis Joplin, Pattie Boyd's book on her relationships with George Harrison and Eric Clapton and currently I'm with the band: Confessions of a Groupie by Pamela Des Barres. I've got Nick Mason and Mick Fleetwood's books being sent to me from Amazon.com accompanied by an extensive history of Led Zeppelin. With each page read, I silently shake my fist at God for putting me in the wrong generation.

So besides wishing I was the object of Jimmy Page's desire while frolicking with the creative souls in late 60s California, I've been enjoying the simple life of good friends, good music, and good times. In down time, I've fiddled with making jewelry, taking pictures, and fumbling with the black and whites as I try to get reacquainted with the piano. I have also been working on a soundtrack to my life. So far I've got a collection of 25 songs that have grabbed my heart or defined my soul at some point in my life. I've been having random revelations about how young, single, free, and happy I am.

Now I've spent some time with family at the beach, about to eat some crab legs while listening to Fleetwood Mac records. Life can be so good.

Some Photography fun so far:

My new obsession of old photos and old albums

The view from work

Home sweet VB

An illuminated fixture that felt my vibes and fit my mood. I discovered outside my front door coming home one night.
the beach

A baby Blue Jay we saved

My view most of the summer

and for some reason I felt inclined to take these shots after the beach one day.

And finally a song, rediscovered. so beautiful.

Any Disaster

I've been indulging recently in the ancient practice of meditation. It seems to help my mood and encourages my imagination to dive into a fantasy where the scene outside of lifeless trees and greek letters turns into vibrant buildings surrounding the career driven, thirsting for success. The yoga mat under my feet isn't in my small dorm room anymore, its in a studio; I'm fitting in a quick session before I head out to lunch with friends then back to office. Instead of a plastic cup of boxed wine and yesterday's aired tv shows, this evening plans include a double date with cocktails then off to classy waterside party. When my fantasy finally collides with reality, I'm at least a little more relaxed with the renewed hope that the stress of exams, projects, papers, assignments, meetings, classes, etc. will eventually aid in the achievement of my desired lifestyle.

I miss blogging. But I've come up short with inspiration here. Blacksburg just doesn't spark in me the phenomenal enthusiasm for life and what's surrounding me like New York did. *sigh* to make up for such a disappointment, i've been collecting pictures, sayings, videos, anything really from magazines and blogs that ignite that whirlwind of imaginative creativity i've grown fond of...some examples:

I look to some of my favorite blogs for those:

Pink Lemonade, FashionToast, The Sartorialist, and The Cut

In other News, i had a the-world-is-so-small-and-weird-the-way-everything-is-connected moment the other day. It goes like this

My home page when I open my internet is http://www.grindtv.com/surf/. Basically reminds me of home and summertime and just puts me in a good place. So one of the featured pieces was on surfing magazine's swimsuit issue coming out. They gave a little teaser video that was the following:

2011 Swimsuit Issue from SURFING Magazine on Vimeo.

After some brief thought into whether the blondes or brunettes looked better to help decide my next hair color, I was completely intrigued by the poem/voice recording during the video. For those following along, That is the same voice at the beginning of Passion Pit's Sleepyhead Video:

Okay..still following? So naturally I had to know whose words those were "and everything was going to the beat.."

TURNS OUT after several minutes of searching the world wide web I stumbled upon this:

...and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, it be-at, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown...

- Jack Kerouac

For all my avid followers, that name SHOULD ring a bell!! That is name of the author of "On The Road" a book I started reading in New York on my birthday. AMAZING. ahhh it felt good to make that circle. I believe that was God's way of pointing me towards some inspiration: Jack Kerouac's writing. It's beautiful.

That's all for today! sweet dreams

stumbled

I know. It's been months.

I don't even have an entry prepared. except i need to do something with this video i found. Something is sooo intriguing to me about the looks in this one. Couldn't think of a better place to share..