a curse for every mile of ocean crossed

From the intern’s desk...

Ah, rejection letters. You know, nothing says “don’t take me seriously” quite like an SASE with a pink sparkly address label on it. Siriusly, people.

Last week I went to the Eastside Culture Crawl, which is like a pub crawl except with art and truffles instead of beer. Things I saw:

-A world in a moon-bubble splashed up from an acid ocean
-A spiraling fairy coronet of copper wire and copper roses, sort of like a space-age Brian Froud tiara
-A Jumbo Shrimp nebula
-Evening dark clouds on a dark sea. The painter of this one apparently plays the violin, according to one of his studio-mates and the music stand in the corner. Allegedly he comes in late at night to play alone in the empty building. I think that is very sensible of him, in a romantic kind of way. It is just what I should do if I were him.

( Old Movies, New Movies, and The Publishing Course Chronicles )

I am in love with this song. It suits my mood perfectly. Perfectly.

a curse for every mile of ocean crossed

From the intern’s desk...

Ah, rejection letters. You know, nothing says “don’t take me seriously” quite like an SASE with a pink sparkly address label on it. Siriusly, people.

Last week I went to the Eastside Culture Crawl, which is like a pub crawl except with art and truffles instead of beer. Things I saw:

-A world in a moon-bubble splashed up from an acid ocean
-A spiraling fairy coronet of copper wire and copper roses, sort of like a space-age Brian Froud tiara
-A Jumbo Shrimp nebula
-Evening dark clouds on a dark sea. The painter of this one apparently plays the violin, according to one of his studio-mates and the music stand in the corner. Allegedly he comes in late at night to play alone in the empty building. I think that is very sensible of him, in a romantic kind of way. It is just what I should do if I were him.

( Old Movies, New Movies, and The Publishing Course Chronicles )

I am in love with this song. It suits my mood perfectly. Perfectly.